Dec 18
I have been staying with a family since I arrived in Gurgaon on Wednesday. Meenu is the mom and she works for Disha, which is the organization that runs that Outward Bound courses for The Heritage School that I visited. Disha and Heritage partner closely, are next door to one another and staff are very connected.
Dec 15
Outward Bound seems to be such a bit influence in my life this year. From Katherine, my dearest friend from when I first trained for Outward Bound, joining me in Nepal to Mike and Beth meeting me for climbing and trekking in South America — OB seems to keep playing a big role in my adventures. But — my latest connection has been pretty inspiring!
I am in Gurgaon, a city outside of Delhi, visiting The Heritage School, a pre-K-12 school that focuses on expeditionary learning and has a strong OB connection. The school draws from a variety of progressive educational philosophies, but most importantly, they all connect and make sense. For instance, they draw from the Gandhi idea [paraphrased here, hopefully correctly] that students can/should learn from working in their communities — for example, that if you study with a master carpenter in your village and learn that trade, then you have learned all that content (which sounds a lot like Ron Berger’s classroom, to me). They also use EL practices in their classroom — today I met with 20-25 teachers and talked about how we use expeditions a Renaissance and how we organize our curriculum. We laughed over shared frustrations and challenges of being an EL teacher and shared some good ideas. It was fun to feel so connected to teachers half way around the world.
And, as if that wasn’t cool enough, the SUPER cool thing about the school is that they have a very strong outward bound program. From grade 4 up (to 12) the students go out on an expedition — it might be bird watching or going to the desert — or trekking in the mountains or a river expedition. Each expedition has a case study — so not only are they learning the really cool things like team work and importance of persevering, but they are also learning science and social studies and math and language arts while out there. SO COOL!!!! it is like my dream job — right there! 🙂
They have rolled out the red carpet for me — organizing three days of visits to classrooms, sitting in on meetings, meeting with directors, taking me out for fancy dinners — it is amazing. I feel so blessed. I am staying at the home of one of the coordinators – she is AWESOME! She has two teenage kids — one 18 year old, senior who does open school — meaning she studies on her own. And one 15 year old who goes to the heritage school. They are both so fun and warm and friendly. It is great to get a glimpse of Indian culture this way. The first night I got here — Meenu and I sat around eating snacks and have some drinks until 9 when she realized that we should go eat — and off to a restaurant we went — and did not go to sleep until mid-night! It was so fun! And i cannot believe the hospitality and generosity they are showing me… i told them they have to come the US and visit Renaissance.
Tomorrow my schedule is full, as is Saturday. And then Meenu is going to take me shopping! 🙂 Love it.
I will have more to write and say — I am just so excited and inspired about the work they are doing here. My brain is full — lots of good thoughts! I am off to sleep now, as tomorrow will be busy.
Take care friends — much love — aurora
Dec 11
Pushkar is a whole ‘nother world from Hampi or Varkala. I have spent the past two days lounging, wandering around and climbing up to two temples that overlook the small city. There is not a whole lot to do here, so I have been getting ready for my transition and making plans for my remaining days. But, here are some of the differences and observations:
Pushkar lake
early morning bathers
overlooking pushkar
you might know this girl
All in all, I have to say that I do not love it here. Maybe I am just comparing it to the south too much. Maybe my headspace has moved on. Maybe I am just tired of being seen as a dollar sign — whatever the reason, I am glad to be leaving tomorrow. I enjoy the smiles exchanged between myself and some of the women, I enjoy seeing the kids look at me and then catching them off guard with a smile from me – and then they break into their own smile. I enjoy the different look of the people here — people are tan – not dark like in Tamil Nadu – but more weathered – and with the green eyes and the turbans and all… they are quite remarkable looking. But, all in all – i am good to go.
Kite flying just before sunset
Dec 10
So much of my recent time has been spent on trains and traveling – i thought i would share some of what i have been experiencing…
It seems that traveling by train in India is one of those adventures that everyone should have before they die. For being a massive country with a massive population, train travel here is amazingly easy, efficient and cheap. I have not had any problems getting tickets – once I discovered the foreign ticket office found at almost every railway station. The agents have been super helpful, even when I wasn’t sure which direction I wanted to head (I had a moment the other day when I _almost_ went south again!). And here is the most amazing thing — it is all done on computer, but each train has a print out of all it’s passengers. So – I can walk up to the train I am about to take and taped to the compartment is a list of all the passengers. And the conductors walk around with their lists of passengers when they check the tickets I know that does not sound that impressive, but I just think that for every train that is traveling through India at all times has a print out of every passenger – which is thousands of passengers daily. I mean – that is a whole other level of organization (and I cannot help but think that if they have this figured out why a) we can’t have it in America and b) there is such disfunction in other areas – like why I get ripped off every time i get in a taxi….)
As I have said, I _prefer_ traveling in AC — it is cleaner, you get sheets and a blanket, you have a curtain that you can close around your compartment (though not around your particular berth) and just all around nicer. But – my last couple of trains have been in sleeper — which is a bit more ‘real’, I guess you could say. Or another way to say it would be that they are noiser, dirtier and not a whole lot of privacy (not that you are going to sleep nekkid in AC – but at least you don’t have people staring at you while you are sleeping!). But, the price! I just took a sleeper from Mumbai to Ajmer – it took 20 hours and cost me just under 400 rupees — which means it costs all of 8$ to travel that distance. Yes, I agree, pretty unbelievable!
Before I took a train in India, all I could picture was scenes from Darjeeling Express or people crammed into trains – hanging off the sides, but it is not quite like that. I think what is most incredible, besides the whole train-travel-as-a-way-of-transportation (as America hasn’t done so well with that one is):
Almost every train i have been on has been predominantly men and mostly all Indian. yesterday was the first train that I was on that had another tourist sitting in the same compartment as me. I get lots of stares, but I am pretty much used to that now, but what I love is watching these guys start up conversations with each other and imaging what they are talking about. I love seeing them become friends on the journey – laughing together. One of my favorite scenes was from Hubli to Mumbai. The compartment I was in had a group of men that were boxers and weightlifters (if their shirts with the name of their gym hadn’t given them away – their barrel chests and tiny waists would have. Well, that and the fact that they outweighed most Indian men by a gazillion pounds (as Indian men might be the skinniest group, on a whole, of men EVER!) And it was hard to remember, seeing them, that they were Indian – as they could easily have been American gym-rats.
[Side note: I have told you how affectionate men are here, right? They hold hands, they put their arms around each other’s waists, they sit against each other with arms resting on each other’s thighs – ok, now that you remember that, read on…]
But these muscle-heads — their affectionate touch reminded me of their Indian-ness. I want you to just imagine this scene — a bunch of gym rats sitting around with their arms around each other, on each other, their hands resting on another one’s knees – and then wanting to make sure I had dinner and ready to share their dinner with me! I unfortunately had already eaten, as I would have loved to eat with them as they were so intriguing to me. Do you think that they are vegetarians (like so much of India?) Did they carbo-load? watch their protein intake? drink shakes? so many questions….
In Mumbai, I had to take a commuter line in order to get to another train station where my next train was leaving from. I read that 2.5 million people travel through the main Mumbai station every day, and I believe it! It was a pretty crazy scene at rushhour – and me there with my backpack — not so helpful to the locals. But I got myself figured out and got on my commuter train – it was leaving shortly so I hopped onto the nearest car and found myself surrounded by… women! I had to look twice, all around me, women. Wait a second… this cannot be India – the land of men! Sure enough, I had accidentally, but correctly, landed in the women’s car of the train. It was an amazing sight – all the different vibrant colors of the saris and clothes, the western dressed women, the women texting and talking on phones and resting their eyes after a long day at work. I got some smiles as I tried to deal with all my stuff — and best of all — no staring! I mean, I was staring at all of them, and some of them were watching me — but how different it felt! No cold stares, no one watching my every move, not the feeling of being so utterly watched. It was great. I smiled to myself and sat back – relaxed. Which is how so many of them must feel as they ride to and from work (otherwise, why would they ride in that compartment?).
I only have one more train to take – from Jaidpur to Delhi. It is sad to not have any more big train adventures in front of me…
Status update:
Some of you have asked how I am doing on my $30/day budget and I am happy to report that I am doing really well with this! In fact, the first three months have been under budget – which allowed me to buy a plane ticket from Buenos Aires to El Calafate (instead of taking a 30 hour bus ride) to meet up with my friend Beth to do some trekking before to big climb (or – in other words – an attempt to get in shape before the climb). And the best part of my budget is that I have not had to really work at it! I have had a few days that have been WAY over budget – but usually that is because I have been ripped off in some way – but for the most part, it has been easy to stay below. In India, my biggest cost is accomodations – but I try to keep that close to $8-10/night which is pretty easy (there is cheaper but after the bedbug fiasco cleanliness is high on my priority list).
Then for food — it would be easy to spend a lot there, but as I have mentioned, my favorite place to get food is the hole in the wall places — though that is not always feasible (it was super easy down south — not sure what it will be like up here). but, even if I go really big, which would be about $4/meal — that still leaves me with 8$ a day to do stuff. And most of the stuff that I like to eat does not cost much – so it is pretty easy to stay in budget (basically, i stay away from the western food – which is fine by me!). I definitely could be doing things cheaper – but so far my lifestyle feels pretty good.
As for the rest of things… well, some of my stuff has taken a beating — my pack is ripped in several spots, two (of my four) t-shirts have holes in them but it is my silk sleeping bag liner that is suffering the most! I have had it for 3+ years (got it for my first trip to India) so, i have definitely slept in it countless times — but it is ripping on pretty much every seam – right now there are 3 very large holes . And I have sewn it together in a bunch of spots, only to have it rip again, right next to where I repaired it (thanks to Jess for the sewing kit — i love the hot pink thread!). It will be interesting to see what kind of shape it is in by June! And yes, for those of you wondering, I am already sick of my limited wardrobe. All I can think is – thank god I packed those extra pants…
be well friends. i am sitting here in the restaurant of my guesthouse, having rice pudding and chai (after having a good masala dosa from a street cart) watching the lunar eclipse through the window.
love — aurora
hello friends —
just a quick post to let you know that I have safely arrived in Rajasthan- in the north. I am in the holy city of Pushkar — which reminds me of Varanasi. It is a holy lake surrounded by ghats – and full of plenty of touts and scams… the juxtaposition of holiness and scam artists is amazing to me….
it was a long journey up here — but the difference is noticeable — from the look of the people (i am struck by the green and hazel eyes of many of the people here) to the food to the climate (i wore a long sleeve shirt for the first time in a month – it was cold this morning!) – I am in a different India!
I will stay here for a few days… drinking the amazing chai — the mixture of spices is simply amazing. This morning, I bought some chai from a guy on the street in a clay cup for 5 rupees. a nice way to start the day.
I have a longer post — but I just wanted to update you on my world.
love — aurora
Dec 6
new friends
I have spent the past three days wandering the ruins of Hampi, which was in its heyday in the 1500s. But now, there is just the bizarre — where people live on the side of the road in old ruins, painted bright colors with their children running around and goats and dogs and chickens mixing in with the walkers and tuk-tuks. The ruins are pretty amazing — the stonework itself is great and it is fun to imagine what it would have been like back in the day. For instance, I stopped by the Queen’s Bath – aq large building that was rather boring from the outside – but inside you could just imagine it as a bathhouse for the queen — it was huge and it would be more of a pool than anything else — but on a hot day – it would have been delightful! Or the Elephant’s stable — yes, you read the right — the stable for the elephants. I loved imagining all the stables being full with the royal elephants and having them come out for the king and queen. It is a pretty awesome mental image!
While walking from site to site, I traveled though banana plantations lined with coconut trees. I know that people must die from coconuts falling on their heads — so I am wary will walking down the street with trees lining either side. I mean, I am sure there isn’t a huge likelihood of it happening…but still. Twice, I have climbed to the top of the highest hill around, scrambling up the rocks to the temple ruins up there, to watch the sunset. It is great to be up high above the banana and coconut trees and away from the hustle and bustle – which, compared to other places I have been — isn’t that much.
This is definitely off the beaten track (for instance, I tried to go for a run but the dogs are obviously not use to runners – so they thought I was playing and they wanted to run/play with me) — though there are lots of tourists here – both western and indian. Some of my most fun times in the past few days have been when the Indian families, perplexed with me, stop and talk — or they want to take my picture. This family wanted lots of pictures with me — here are a few. And after they took pictures with me, we walked together for awhile — which allowed me to get some more candid shots of the kids.
the main temple
rocks of hampi
sunrise over the ruins
one other travelers….
I find that it is hard to make actual friends with other tourists – unless they are on their own. But, it is very easy to strike up conversation at lunch or dinner — since many times we all frequent the same places (though since I have been going the local places for lunch and breakfast, there are not a lot of other tourists there). The last few days have been a little lonely after Varkala — where i only had dinner by myself once – either with Rob or the Nepali friend I made (we had fun reminescing about all that we like about Nepal – I got to learn more about Nepal and he got to be proud of his country when I told him everything I liekd about it). But here, it is kind of quiet. Which is fine, just have to get used to it again.
Otherwise, the other travelers….they all (ok, probably not all….) smoke like it was going out of style. at restaurants especially — you know, when you are eating. They (euros) make fun of americans for liking the big coffees and liking really sweet tea – but that seems inocuous compared to smoking at the table next to me when i am trying to eat.
my new friends in hampi
And – (ok, bare with me and my venting this morning – you all are my captive audience — as I don’t have anyone else to tell!) it kind of drives me crazy to hear them complain — It is ridiculous to me to hear some of the tourists (Euros mostly) argue over 20 or 30 rupees. I mean, really? i get that if one tourist gets cheated then it drives up the pri ce for all the other tourists but……. and then when they complain about the food — all i can think is…. why are you ordering lasagna in India – from someone who probably has never had a good lasagna before?! I mean, I like my comfort food as much as the next person – and I have ordered pizza here and there (though i weaned myself from the every day occurence that happened after the trekking!) — but, i mean, it is Southern Indian food — how can you go wrong?!
My breakfast this morning was 30 rupees and consisted of idlys (which is rice pressed into a patty), two deep fried chili peppers, sambar – a dal mix with veggies – which is slightly spicy, and then a coconut sauce thing — i don’t know the name of any of it — but so good! you dip the idly into the sauce and scoop into your mouth – amazing! I think that they were surprised that i liked the chilis – as most people ask for food that is not spicy.
I wish i could go to the road side stand every day for breakfast but I dont think that they will be open when i leave tomorrow morning at 6 to catch a bus to Hospet in order to catch another bus to Hubli in order to catch an overnight train to Mumbai. Makes me tired just to think about it…. and kind of sad…. I wish that I could stay in S. India for another month…. I was worried that this would happen — that by purchasing all my tickets up front that I would not allow myself the freedom to stay in a place I like. And here, it has happened. I would love to stay in these parts – wandering around, head all the way south, more time on the coast. But I fly out in less than 2 weeks and so I need to head north. But, the south has enticed me, teasing me with her food, her people, her views…..Oh India…..
i told her i should sit for the photo so i did not look like a giant….
a boy praying in front of a temple ruin
Dec 2
Varkala…. kind of like hotel california — you can check out any time you want, but you can never leave…. here i am – headed out of town finally — several days after I planned on! Somehow, 3 days turned into 5 or 6…. seems that is how Varkala rolls. For one thing, it is actually hard to get out of here — not a ton of buses and trains leave from this area – you have to go to a bigger city to get connections and the tourist area is located on the coast – whereas the real town is further away and most tourists have no reason to go down there.
Finally, the other day, I realized I needed to take some action or I would be stuck here for awhile – so I visited one of the many travel agents in town. What I thought would be a simple plan turned into several hours of frustrating news. Basically, all trains are booked. Turns out December is a tough time to get a train around here (I just happen to be on the pathway of most-visited-Indian spots in the winter — Kerala, Karnataka, Goa) — even with the tourist quota, there are not a lot of spots available. And then, after that whole planning time with the travel agent, I left with nothing becuase I need to go down to the station to try to get tourist quota tickets.
So, train station lady and I spent a while talking and I walked away with a whole slew of tickets — Varkala to Bengalore, Bengalore to Hampi, Hampi to Mumbai, Mumbai to Ajmer. I am set for the next few weeks (though I still need to get one more ticket to Delhi!) – though, I have to say, none of these trips are super convenient. For one thing, I am in sleeper class for all of them (remember that dirty, dusty, crowded train ride I took a while back? Remember when I said I would only take 3AC or 2AC after that first experience? Yeah — now I am signed up for a whole bunch of those) and for another thing — I have long waits in between. For instance — tomorrow, I leave for bengalore at 1:30 in the afternoon — i arrive at 7 in the morning (desperate for a shower) and then take a train that evening at 8 that gets in at 7:45 (really really desperate for a shower). Yes, that is two days after I leave here…. In mumbai, I have a similar situation (though, lucky for me, even a few hours longer of a wait between two trains!)
Not sure how I will manage that time — find a place to stow my luggage? Get a rickshaw for the day? A hotel room? hang out in the train station and stare at people? Not sure — I guess it is all part of building the epic…. or something.
But — big picture — I have 17 more days in country — I will visit Hampi, which everyone raves about, for a few days and then head up to Rajasthan for a few days (not sure where I will visit — but definitely Pushkar and Jaipur). It is going to be quick and lots of transportation time — but hopefully worth it.
But — back to Varkala….
As I have said, it is a strip of souvenir stores, restaurants, and travel agents — all up on a cliff side. I have walked the strip more times than I would like to think (mostly because it is the only place to walk — especially when it gets dark). Once you get past the strip — there is great beach to the north. I spent some good time over there watching the most amazing sunset — probably one of my top 5 ever (see pictures below).
This is the first place I have really met a bunch of tourists — though two stand out: Rob and Norman. Rob and I met because we were both walking the strip back and forth one night and laughed about it – and from there decided to pick a spot and drink a beer, which turned into a few and then dinner. Rob is probably in his late 50s/mid-60s and from Australia. He is retired and spends most of his time driving his camper van up and down the Australian coast, camping and surfing. (Oh, that sounds terrible). We had a great time talking about life and travel and love and making lists and spirituality. We both are traveling alone (he is here for just 5 weeks this time, but once he was here in India traveling for 16 months!) – so we had fun talking about that as well. It was a great evening and he totally inspired me to add ‘buy van and pimp it out to live out of’ to my life list.
And then there is Norman. He and I met when we both were stopped to admire a sunset. I am not sure how old Norman is — but his oldest son is 40 – and he seems like he could be in his 70s. But — i am not good at guessing ages! Norman is also traveling alone and has been coming to India for about 13 years. He always comes to the south and spends a month or so here. He invited me along for a day on the backwaters (which, Lonely Planet says that floating in a houseboat on the Keralan backwaters is one of the iconic life list things to do). He told me to think about it and told me where his hotel was if I wanted to go – to just leave a message for him there. I thought about it and realized that, even though, I did want to leave Varkala — this was too good an opportunity to pass up (he offered to treat me for the day – but not in a sketchy way – instead he said — ‘i am already paying for all of this, why not have someone come along with me’). So – Norman and I went to the backwaters.
Long story short, our day was a bit messed up – though it all worked out. We went to a very beautiful beach in the morning and then floated in a canoe some of the backwaters in the afternoon. And, true to the hype, it is pretty spectacular. Our guide was a 23 year old who definitely had a schtick – but was knowledgable, friendly and fun. We saw a few birds, a water snake, floated past villages, learned about how they make coconut oil and coconut rope (which I have a sample that we made to bring home). Without seeing a larger map to understand how it all lays out, i have a hard time picturing where we were — but these villages seem to do their travel and life using these small canals. And, I even got a chance to pole our canoe along. And norman and I had fun talking about life and his family and travel in India (and elsewhere as he does one or two trips a year and seems to have been all over the place!)
All in all, it was a good adventure in Varkala. I definitely would not recommend it to someone looking for a quiet, off the beaten track kind of place. One night, a restaurant down the way, partied late into the night, keeping me up (which, bad on me, I should have moved guest houses — but repacking and moving my backpack is SO unappearling). Also – the men seem to be over the top forward and aggressive here. I have walked out of my room to be confronted with staring men who check me out head to toe. And you cannot walk the strip or near the beach late at night without some new male friends (who do not make me feel very friendly) who do not get the hint that i am not going to go off with them. But – that is counter-balanced with meeting fun travelers, pick up soccer games at 7 in the morning on the beach with the locals, running on the beach with the locals in the early morning (and even though that is all men too — their staring just seems a lot less aggressive!) and amazing sunsets.
Nov 28
Upon arriving, I got assaulted with requests to stay in various hotels and so it was pretty easy to find a place to stay. I could have probably even gotten a better deal, but the room is nice enough. And then I went to walk the strip — basically a long path of restaurants all with their fish out on display. basically — you can pick out what you want cooked. There were the usual assortment of crabs, prawns, fish of varying sizes. One place had a butter fish that was probably 3 feet long and huge!
I tried to find some southern indian food (as I figure I don’t need to have pizza here, since the pizza I can get at home is really good and I can’t get southern indian food at home!) — but I could not find a place that had any. All of the places have very touristy menus — food from home (Russian, Swedish, Continental, etc.) — which was kind of a bummer for me. I am going to have to go search out a place — though town (the real town, not the tourist central) is a few km away.
this morning, i got up early and went down to the beach for a run. There were a few other men running, some swimming and bathing and then some folks playing soccer. I did my workout (sprints on the beach, barefoot — pretty awesome!) and got schooled by an old guy out there running — he was running back and forth on the short section of beach — and wanted me to join him — i tried to tell him I was doing sprints and then when i sprinted by him, he started to sprint too — and totally kicked my ass. But, he invited me to come running with him tomorrow morning. Then I got invited to join in on a pick-up game of soccer — a little 3 on 3. It was super fun though I actually have no idea how to play soccer… and i have no aim. But, I decided that if I can start each day with 45-60 minutes of exercise and playing (preferably on the beach) every day followed by coffee overlooking the ocean…. that would work for me.
Funny enough — when I went for breakfast — the couple next to me asked if I had been trekking up in the everest base camp area. Turns out Katherine and I spoke to them up there (though, honestly, i have no memory of meeting them!) — but it was fun to talk about our adventures since then.
I went for a walk , got yelled at for taking a picture in a temple (there were no signs and the last temple I was at, I could take pictures! eek!), and then walked back on the beach — all the euros are wearing super tight and SMALL bathing suits… including the two girls jogging on the beach in their bikinis…. i guess the whole advice thing to be culturally appropriate in dress doesn’t apply to the euros in their bathing wear…. (though…. i sort of wish it did with some of them! 🙂
My good friend was here for two months and I can see how people would get ‘stuck’ here — the living is easy… I am sitting at a juice bar, there is good coffee, i had fresh fruit salad, there is wifi. All I could think this morning was…. it is a monday morning (sorry to all of you teacher friends — i am not trying to rub it in!)
Ok — i am off — maybe to eat some more, maybe to read, we shall see.
here are a few pictures from kochi (the weather hasn’t been good for photos — lots of rain the past few days!)
sunset from Kochi
coming across on the ferry to Kochi
Nov 26
1. I read a newspaper article about a man yesterday who claims he has the smallest coconut ever (seriously, that is what the article said). He is trying to get in the guiness book of world records. The article went on to say that he collects miniature items. and that he is single. the unintentional (or intentional?!) comedy factor killed me.
2. Indian men touch – a lot. They hold hands. they put their arms around each other (and not just around their shoulders, but around their waists and chests). But indian men and women? nope, barely touch. sometimes they hold hands, if they are feeling really frisky. still interesting to watch – especially coming from the US culture of touching (which is pretty much the opposite).
3. i tried to go to the festival today. I took a few buses – it took an hour + to get there…. and then, I discovered that it will not really start until night time. but they were putting out the oil lamps on the temple — which will look amazing. There were suppose to be elephants – 20 of them all dressed up – but I did not see them. 🙁 I decided that I did not want to risk the bus at night, even if I tried to get help. It seemed too confusing or maybe I am just feeling weary from all the staring and questions about where I am from and if I am traveling alone.
4. I get stared at a lot. And by a lot, I mean constantly. All the time. Indian seems to have 18x more men than women. And they all stare, all the time. And it seems that me being alone is particularly interesting. And I dress way more conservatively then some of the other tourists. The last two days it has gotten old. Oh, and they love to ask me if I am traveling alone. which just feels sketch to me. sure, maybe they are just being friendly but…. i have had a few interactions that have felt less than savory (one was from a 15 year old boy – made me want to bring some of my favorite students here to have a little conversation with him).
5. Indians with their children are pretty much adorable. The kids tend to be very dressed up (kohl around the eyes and eyebrows is fairly common) and fancy dresses are de rigeur. They are so cute. And they seem to be very well taken care of and adored by their parents. I love watching the little kids – which gets me lots of appreciative looks from adoring parents (which is a nice alternative to the staring!)
6. I love southern indian food. I have gone to the same place for lunch the last 3 days – i have gotten a thali which is just a lunch dish with a potpourri of samples. With a chai, it costs me 85 rupees — that is a little less than a $1.50. And the place I have gone for dinner — I get a masala dosa and the guy says all sorts of things to me and i just say yes and get pleasantly surprised when a chai shows up or some fried banana thing. And that dinner? it costs me less than a dollar. love it. I have yet to go to a tourist place for dinner (where I would pay 6x as much – and the food would not be as good). My breakfast costs a whole lot more (more than lunch and dinner combined!) – but I love the fresh fruit assortment and the press coffee.
7. tomorrow i will either head inland to mysore or south to allepey. I cannot decide. Kerala is a place where I could spend a LOT of time. I see why people come just here. In fact, I already know I want to come back and splurge on getting a houseboat in the backwaters — which definitely does not fit my 30$/day budget, but would be pretty amazing to do some day.
8. Today it rained again. which only made the temperature and the humidity pretty much insane. I went for a run this morning and I think i spent the next 3 hours dripping sweat trying to cool off. Oh, and I cannot remember the last time I had hot water for a shower. Which is fine – given these temps. but i just don’t get how come other people don’t sweat in this heat.
9. i am staying in a homestay – basically a house that is a restaurant/hotel/home. I am downstairs so i am pretty much in with the famly. And I cannot figure out the family dynamics (i.e. who is married to whom and who’s kids is who’s….) – but last night i had an interesting conservation with the woman who is probably a few years younger than me. We talked about arranged marriage (India) versus marrying for love (western). She told me that by the time a woman is 22-24, if she hasn’t found anyone (meaning, a love relationship) then her parents will step in and arrange something (with her ok, of course). I said that it was different in the US and told her that many of my friends are not married into their 30s, even late 30s. But she remarked that there is a higher divorce rate here. It was interesting to talk about the differences in culture.
10. cricket is very popular here. I cannot figure it out. but then again, i have not stayed to watch much of a game (and there are playing fields everywhere — i see men out playing when I go running early in the morning) – as… well, see #4. I think that would only encourage more staring. you should see when i run by. the game just about stops. Seriously. I cannot imagine what it would be like if I was blond.
Ok — that is enough from me tonight. I am headed out tomorrow – not sure where I will end up. Maybe I will just see where the next bus is headed to! I just got a recommendation to head to Varkala so maybe that will be it. Who knows…. I just know that southern india is definitely pretty amazing. I maybe setting myself up for one hell of a train ride north, but it seems worth it….
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much love — aurora
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