Is this elephant sanctuary really a sanctuary?

On a trip to Thailand 14 years ago, I did a little tour organised trek around the hills in Chiang Mai. The standard trip then involved a bit of hiking, some kayaking and an elephant ride. My lack of awareness of animal rights, and the distress elephants feel when carrying loads on there backs, meant I had a wicked time without really thinking about what harm I was causing.

Things have changed. This week, on my first return to Chiang Mai, the hotel lobby had a whole wall of tours to elephant sanctuaries. Riding has become somewhat taboo (although my guide told me that Chinese tourists still like to do it). The Elephant Nature Park was one of the first rescue centres for elephants that had been abandoned or perhaps deemed to weak to be of use for the tourist/logging businesses. In the past few years, there seems to have been an explosion of companies offering trips to elephant sanctuaries. Now, I’m a little less naive than I used to be (Chiang Mai was my first solo trip after hanging out with Paras, Khilna and Kavita in the islands, learning diving on Ko Tao and partying in Ko Phangan) and perhaps also a bit more cynical. Clearly, all those logging and riding elephants were owned by people who now need to find a source of revenue to replace the cruelly earned Bahts. People need to make money and changed, or rebranded, their businesses to sanctuaries.

While I would have preferred to go a proper place set up by the Elephant Rescue Foundation, arriving in December in Chiang Mai meant little hope for a next day booking (indeed the whole month is fully booked!). They allowed less interaction with the animals and you followed the herd rather than the elephants being led to the tourists. After a bit of research, it seemed most of the other sanctuaries are fairly similar to each other: you turn up, learn a little about elephants and elephant care, feed them some bananas, make some elephant medicine, have a mud bath with them and then a bit of a play in the river. You get to spend a day very close to a small number of giant, well behaved (tamed?) creatures and take some awesome photos. Several other reputable places also had very little availability, so eventually went for one which had a few recs online and was fairly new that was set up by a local social enterprise.

Arriving, its clear this is not a sanctuary in the traditional sense of the word; there is not much information about the history of the animals. Indeed they have paid to have an elephant impregnated, so they can get a baby elephant in the herd (baby elephants being cute and playful means more tourist money is likely to come their way), so there is little likelihood of the industry of keeping elephants stopping.

As the car stops after an hour and half’s journey, we step out into a picturesque, small farm surround by lush hills. There are already eleven tourists there on a half day tour and four of us joined them on a full day tour, which turned out to be little more than a slow half day tour!

A previous close up brush with a wild elephant was terrifying! In Addo, South Africa, a herd of humongous African elephants stopped on the road. We waited patiently for them to be on their way when one of them turned to face us, and started walking, then running towards our car. I’m pretty sure the elephant actually brushed past our hire car. Heart-stopping.

These elephants here were calm and happy to be close to humans. Clearly they have been trained by their mahouts, and they are domesticated animals. They seem to be content enough to take bananas, have an enforced mud bath and wash at the times which are convenient for tourists. A toddler elephant had some bad cuts due to an encounter with a barbed wire fence designed to protect trees from the foraging elephants, but apart from that there was little sign of mistreatment.

I enjoyed my time watching these creatures close up (especially once the obnoxious loud tourists left!) and had a long conversation with the guide about the sanctuary. They still need to keep elephants in chains overnight to stop them wandering into neighbours farms or national parks, but overall she thought that there had been a massive improvement in the conditions and quality of life for the elephants in so-called sanctuaries. I found this Guardian article a little too late but reading it after the fact still makes me think there is a long way to go.

So, is going to a ‘sanctuary’ ethical? Am I just paying for another generation of elephant keeping? Maybe I’ll come back in 14 years time, and there will be even more awareness of animal cruelty and I’ll feel naive yet again? An idealistic view is that they should set up national parks for releasing the elephants in the wild, but there is very little chance this will happen; domesticated animals probably would not adapt and there is not enough land. There are around 20,000 Asian elephants in captivity, many of them living in miserable conditions. There are a further 30,000 to 40,000 in the wild. That’s it. Maybe for the survival of the species, we need them to be bred by Thai Sanctuaries or their equivalent. The farmed elephants in Chiang Mai definitely have better lives than they used to fourteen years ago. While they do need to be trained to be safe around humans and they are not ‘free’ to do as they like, the elephants are protected.

A couple of days in Berlin

I had a conversation with my brother, who writes a blog, and without really thinking about it, I suggested I should blog a bit more. This blog has been ‘silent’ for a few years, but it feels an appropriate place to start. I’m not 100% what the purpose is apart from encouraging me to write more prose and document some of my thoughts and ideas. Any actual humans reading are just a bonus! I will probably write another blog about maths/teaching (ie. the day/evening/weekend job during term time) after I go back to school next week.

Having completed my IB ‘Maths Studies’ training course on Sunday, I had two extra days to potter around Berlin. Having visited in freezing March a few years ago, I was grateful that the weather generally held out. Berlin is possible one of my favourite cities in Europe – the wide open spaces and roads, superb public transport, art, music, culture and counter-culture. There is room to breathe in Berlin. People are friendly, family life is valued and lives side-by-side with everything else.

Sunday

On Sunday afternoon, I decided to visit Mauerpark, a strip of grass that used to divide East and West Berlin. I had been there on my last trip, but this time I really engaged in that great exercise of people watching! It was a sunny day, and there were so many people about, there for the flea market, food markets, live music, basketball, street art, circus performers, buskers of all sorts. It’s the kind of place where you can easily spend a few hours.

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Highlights

  1. A basketball game where a slightly inebriated girl decided to join in a 3v3. She was welcomed and for want of a better word, ‘tolerated’, or even encouraged, by some fairly excellent players. (Unfortunately this game had a not so pleasant ending for said girl, who had a seizure on court and fell face first into the concrete. Luckily, as doctors were in the crowd and ambulances summoned quickly, the game was able to go on with minimal interruption).
  2. Some teenagers, one with ridiculous skill, practising a football rondo on the other side of the basketball court. Again, they invited all to join, show off and fail. Their only dark moment came when a boy of about 7 years was in the middle, and they didn’t let him near the ball for around 3 minutes. Tears ensued, but it was heartening to see that they realised their errors and called him back!
  3. Watching a Spanish and German pair of jugglers practising their craft. The sheer concentration, punctuated by broad smiles as they interacted in increasingly difficult moves, was mesmerising. I got a chance to speak some Spanish and found out they had only started about a year ago, but they juggle for 4-5 hours every day. That’s some commitment, although still some way to go to get to 10000!
  4. Drumming, drumming, drumming. The energy of a set of drums (a massively extended set of drums with two percussionists!) filled a small corner of Mauerpark. As the crowd grew, it was almost impossible to not get drawn into the circle, dancing away to the melodic rhythms and beats.

That evening I also happened to walk into a bar that turned out to be a den of table-football. Having some limited skill developed at a college table many years ago, I thought I’d be able to at least not embarrass myself. Unfortunately, Germans take this sport seriously. I think there was some sort of tournament on that evening, and people brought their own grips to put over the plastic handles and used wrist bands for further aid in performing the ‘snake’. It suffices to say, I played about a game and a half before retiring defeated. Completely! Watching some of the pros was entertaining though, and well worth the beer it cost to get in.

An evening meal in a Vietnamese restaurant was slightly disappointing (Google had promised me a vegan pho that didn’t exist) but had an interesting conversation with a Mexican-American man called Eric, who lived in Stockholm. After getting the usual pleasantries out of the way (hellos, is Trump going to be impeached, Brexit’s a bit shit, etc.), turned out he may be moving to Birmingham. Mexico City, Singapore, Stockholm and then Birmingham! He said Brummies are super friendly, so well done Birmingham!

Monday

I decided to spend the day at a Street Art and Graffiti Tour and workshop. Kurtis was our guide and he led us on a tour of Berlin’s lesser understood culture. Kurtis presented the view of a graffiti artist, passionate about the meaning and depth of emotion that permeates something that most people may view as vandalism. Street art is different – it is often commissioned and permitted, which takes away from the risk and thrill that motivates a group of artists who can cover a blank wall in as little as 60 seconds. There is extra street cred for those able to leave their tags or bombs in unreachable places. Gangs have to respect the rules of the game, and apparently there are even mediators involved to settle disputes; a gang higher up in the pecking order makes a decision on who owes what; settlements in cans of spray! Kurtis often joked that because graffiti brought property prices down, he was actually helping the community with a bit of rent control. Graffiti is really about leaving a mark, so others know you exist and you matter. There is little sense of apology in Kurtis’s explanation of tagging someone else’s property. If you put up walls, why do you own what people look at? I don’t know what to think about this; on the one hand, some graffiti is truly boring to look at, and even ugly. There are some more interesting and beautiful examples, but they are few and far between. On the other hand, this is all to do with identity and a sense of self. People who feel downtrodden need a way to express themselves, and maybe this outlet helps them satisfy the craving to be noticed.

img_20180827_171527The street art is generally interesting a provocative and I have more time for that. I also completed my very own first piece of graffiti style art (not graffiti, as Kurtis would insist) in an abandoned margarine factory/ art studio. Judge for yourself!

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Spraying with stencils makes it very ‘easy’ way to be creative! Maybe some mathematical stencilled spray painting may be done in the future!

Vegan Meal

A Norwegian colleague on the IB training course had recommended a vegan restaurant, Kopps, as perhaps the best vegan restaurant he had ever been to. I had a look at the website and menu, and it was pricy, but thought it had to be worth trying. I rocked up to this fairly fancy place at 5.50, ten minutes before it opened, feeling I may have been slightly underdressed (shorts, sandals!). I was put at ease, when the patron in front of m didn’t have shoes on and was let in as well. Phew.

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My luck continued to flow. I had mentally prepared for the cost that was forthcoming but if you arrive between 18.00 and 18.15, you can get a 3 course meal for 20 euros! Obviously you have no idea what’s coming, but I was in. You also get to sit communally at a central table, next to strangers, who are also more than likely to be vegetarian/vegan, so most likely good people (setting up an obvious Hitler comment. I can’t believe I’ve got this far before hitting Godwin’s law in a blog about Berlin!). I feel I should add a Venn Diagram to make sure people don’t mistake my logic for vegan=good, carnivore-bad!

The food was suitably impressive: A playful visual take on steak tartare and egg mayonnaise was followed by a frankly superb risotto with morel mushrooms, walnut cream, candied walnuts and rocket. Sublime! Dessert was pretty and delicious too – I probably wouldn’t have noticed the vegan-ness, had it been put in front of me without prior information.

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Tuesday

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Last day in Berlin, and breakfast/checking out leaves me about four hours to negotiate. I narrow my choices by avoided public transport and only going to places that are in walking distance. I love the café in Tiergarten by the lake, and this is wrote most of this blog, intermittently captivated by the beauty of nature in the heart of this magnificent city. I also visit another vegetarian place, and have a good thali with superb naan bread!

Its taken a few days, but I suddenly feel quite at home here. If I was to choose a city to live in out of the ones I’ve visited it, Berlin would be high on the list. I’m not sure I do want to live in a city at all, but maybe I’ll try to learn a little German over the next year. It makes such a difference to be able to speak the language of the locals, and my intention is that I am able to hold a little conversation in Deutsche the next time I return here!

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Goa Part III and Hampi (and Hyderabad)

Again this is a bit late, but since i’ve been having some lazy time, there’s not been too much to blog about. But just to catch you up here is my last few weeks in India:

I stayed on in Goa for about a week after Nik and VJ left, spent lots of time at Paji’s, chatting with the friendly owner who actually turned out to be from Forest Gate. I make new friends, one of whom is James, who I met at an amazing sitar/tabla/guitar. He’s another Brit who’s taken a few months out and Goa has also entranced him for longer than he expected. He’s a chess fan, so we play a few games, I think I end up with a winning record (he’s got used to playing short timed games online, so not used to the extra thinking time afforded!).

I’ve decided to book a train ticket to Hampi, and spending about a week there, and James decides to join so I have a travel buddy (makes life a little easier and a fair bit cheaper!). It’s James’ first train ride, so he’s fascinated by it all, especially the food and chai-wallahs coming up and down the train. Here’s where I potentially make a bit of silly mistake on my journey – I eat train food! I finally succumb to Delhi-belly and basically have to spend a couple of days in a hotel.

Hampi is a fascinatingly beautiful place. The landscape is littered with giant boulders, thrown up by a volcano some millions of years ago. There are verdant green rice paddies and old temples and building from many years, ago. Across the river is the next major tourist enclave…. but the views from here are even more stunning. We book a hut for a few days (splurging a little, because it so nice). I get persuaded to buy some postcards by a kid selling them, but they turn out to be quite grainy and I’ve paid too much for them!

I think I’ve recovered from the food poisoning and do a half day self guided cycling trip, partly to get to the next town to get some money out and do some sightseeing along the way. A highlight was meeting a really honest guide book seller (who tells me I’ve overpaid for my postcards) and we chat for a while in broken Hindi (his because he has a speech impediment, mine because I don’t know enough to be fluent!). I see many temples up close, but Khajuraho and Ranakpur ( which I saw on my first trip to India) have outshone anything here by some margin!

Unfortunately, by mid afternoon, I’m feeling ill again. I head back to the hotel early, and that night I get a bit feverish, so my thoughts obviously turn to the big M. I’ve not been bitten that much, but I didn’t take any anti malarials for this trip, so I spend a worry filled night… I think possibly the worst part about travelling alone is getting ill and not having people to look after you! I don’t feel too sorry for myself though, on a boat journey across the river we witness a tourist tearing a vein in her leg, scraping it against the sharp edge of the boat whilst trying to get on. I froze, not knowing how to help, but luckily a few people on the boat were better with blood than me!

Luckily, my illness passes quite quickly, but spend the next few days in Hampi relaxing anyway; reading, writing, watched a couple of movies! I’ve been hesitant about hiring a moped, but seeing pictures of Amit on his motorbike in Cambodia persuade me to take the plunge.

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Mopeds

We form a gang of about 10 people from the hotel, and we head out to a nearby lake to do a bit of swimming. The girls attract attention from the locals, and soon we have about 30 Indian guys watching them swim. Understandably, they’re uncomfortable, so we decide to head to a quieter spot. I mis-hear what the plan is, so end up lost, scooting about on my moped, wind whistling through my hair and wispy beard (I’ve not shaved since the 31st of December) and its so fun! I eventually catch up to the others at the view point at the Hanuman temple and get teased, but I had fun anyway!
Motorcycle gang chilling on the rocks

Motorcycle gang chilling on the rocks


It’s soon time to leave India for Singapore. I decide to leave from Hyderabad, as one of Parita’s cousin Nikita stays there and she kindly offered to let me stay at her place. I only have two days – I spend the first sight-seeing around town, which reminds me why I generally don’t like big Indian cities: so crowded and smoke/dust filled. The next day is my last day in India, which is quite emotional – I write and send the postcards I bought in Hampi, hopefully everyone gets them!

The last stupid thing I do in India is misread my flight time – luckily I thought it was earlier than it was rather than missing it completely. I do end up spending 6 hours in Hyderabad airport though – 3 of which were in the check-in area which they wouldn’t let me out of for ‘security reasons’. I’m soon enough on the plane, saying goodbye to India.

Goa Part II

Apologies for the delays in blogs! I’m actually in NZ at the moment, but for the sake of chronology, here’s my next post where I’m still in a Goan paradise:

So me, Nikhil and Vijay went to Arambol for a few days after the crazy NYE partying. So much more relaxing! Vijay had several recommendations from somewhere, but it was tough finding a place to stay on the quieter north side of the island. Whilst me and Nikhil sipped on some beer and looked after the bags, Vijay went on a fools errand to find us a room. Eventually he came up trumps with what must have been a scared child’s bedroom at some point judging by the scary clowns painted on the wall.

Magic Park was where we spent most of our days (I’m so tempted to write this in verse now), eating ultra healthy organic vegan food and drinking yogi tea and playing everyone’s favourite travelling card game, S***head (or as we renamed it as kids to avoid swearing in front of the parents, Lucky!). This was where we were introduced to the slightly more out there experiences of being in Goa: we watched a ‘free dance’ under the stars, difficult to describe so you’ll have to get there to see one yourselves, and we took part in some liberating ‘Dance meditation’ – slightly different to the meditation I learnt in Nepal, a bit more energetic.

On one fine morning, we took trip across the headland to Kerim, a beautiful quiet beach on the northside, where we lazed and swam in the warm Indian Ocean. I was a bit of a fool, and jumped in with my wallet, full of cards and money. No harm done though, the sun dried everything pretty quickly and the cards still worked.

Then came the day for Vijay and Nikhil to leave! My original plan was that when they went, I would carry on down the coast to Kerala, but this was such a beautiful place to chill, I couldn’t bring myself to leave so soon. I decided to stay a few more days there, enjoying the beaches, meeting a few people and then figure out where to go!

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A sad time as Hinchi’s wedding comes to an end. Its been amazing spending time with all the crazy family again and the festivities have flown by. Flukily, I’d booked the same flight from Baroda as a whole bunch of people in my family – our flight got delayed, so had some more quality airport time with them before I left them at Mumbai airport. I won’t see them again for 5 months or so now, so I feel like this is more of a farewell than when I left London!

My cousin Paras had organised a Goa holiday for 13 people after the wedding and thats how I came to be staying at the nicest hotel of my trip so far (and in all likelihood, it will not be bettered in the rest of the holiday as I return back to the traveller hostel world). It’s going to be hard switching from luxury to budget hotels in the very near future 😦

There’s been a distinct lack of partying in my trip so far but I think Goa made up for it; from a distinctly seedy bar in Baga to a gala NYE dinner at our hotel with a 70s style band to an awesome hilltop club, we danced to anything and everything. Signature group dance moves were created, flash-mobbing was a regular occurence!

The days and evenings were spent pool side or playing ‘Cards against Humanity’, an addictively silly game involving creating witty or funny sentences using cards with words on them:

EG. Batman has been hiding a secret passion for _______:
One person put down ‘Morgan Freeman’s voice’ but they were trumped by ‘Dead Parents’!

I’m going to keep it family friendly and skip over the hundreds of risque, random, hiliarious sentences that were created!

Thanks go the following for an awesome time: Aasha ‘inviter and remover of random guest’, Arjun ‘the trooper’, Bhavini ‘ESRR’, Melo-Deeshal (smashed it), Dhruv ‘ain’t no stopping him’, Khilna ‘Monopoly cards queen’, ‘Group sing-song instigator’ Nikhil, Paras ‘the boy in a bubble’, ‘Indian Question-master’ Reena, Kanga-Rupen, Sanj ‘A beacon of Humanity’ and ‘Crazy-arms’ Vijay. A crazy fun holiday within a holiday!

My transistion back to travelling has been made slightly easier by Nikhil and Vijay as they plan to go to Arambol, the more ‘hippy’ side of Goa for a few days. I’m going to spend a few days chilling with them whilst working out the rest of my route across India!

Hinesh and Shuchi’s big day

Today’s the big day, wedding bells (metaphorical) will be rung! We finally have a lie in as everything starts in the late afternoon. After spending the morning hanging out with our groom-to-be and a little bit of wedding-shoe-protection scheming with Paras, its soon time to get ready for the evening.

We all get on the bus and are driven to the correct venue, but thats not where we’re meant to be: as we’re part of the groom’s entourage we need to escort him to the wedding in style. We then get dropped around the corner where we see what ‘in style’ means in India: a full-on loud brass band in even louder shirts, a lot of dancing and fireworks. Giant speakers are blaring the music for all to hear there’s a wedding happening soon. Oh, and I forgot to mention, Hinesh get’s to ride upon a horse!

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Hinesh’s horse

The band plays faster and faster the more money that’s given to them and soon enough we’re all dancing through the streets of Baroda, avoiding rickshaws and the more ubiquitous cow dung all along the route (It’s India, you get used to it!).

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Dancing in the streets of Baroda

On reaching the right place, we’re greeted by the bride’s side and after a little bit of dancing and fun with them, Hinesh reluctantly gets off his horse and is officially welcomed in. The grounds are stunning – all the events have taken place in open air and today the decorators have surpassed themselves. The mandap is in the shape of a giant umbrella covered in flowers and there’s amazing water features as we enter. The cousins gather to have a final shoe protection meeting, and develop the final plan: we all (about 10 of us) line up behind Hinesh as he walks to the mandap, preventing any attempt to grab his shoes! It works without a hitch (although I think we have planned a little to well and taken some of the joy/fun from the games!).

The wedding itself commences, and we await maybe the most spectacular moment of the wedding – the arrival of the bride. Shuchi looks especially beautiful (Hinesh scrubs up pretty well too, considering he had to deal with getting on and off a horse in full wedding gear!) and is illuminated by the multiple flashes of several cameras, walking in gracefully to the mandap and the priest continues on with the ceremonies.

Shuchi's Arrival

Shuchi’s Arrival

We’re sitting smugly with Hinesh’s shoes safely hidden and watch the wedding as it gets to the Feraa (Hinesh and Shuchi walking round the fire together) ceremony. This is where Shuchi’s sister and cousins surprise everyone and stop the wedding by holding onto the feet of the bride and groom, demanding the shoes in exchange for letting go and letting the wedding proceed (see the main picture). After much bargaining on our side, we give them a shoe and they’re satisfied! Perplexingly, at the end of the wedding they give it back without demanding the traditional ‘shoe stealer’s fee’, but I guess everyone’s pride remained intact at least!

Photos, photos, photos, photos, photos – Hinesh and Shuchi smile through dozens (probably more like hundreds) of group shots with family and friends whilst the rest of us tuck into dinner. The drinks stall is playing music and it seems to get louder and louder – me and Sanj try to get a party started by dancing in the vacinity as they were playing some awesome songs! Alas, our attempts fail, but we dance anyway!

Amit runs to me and tells me our bus to the hotel is about to leave and I’m the last one left (I think I was too ‘in the moment’ in the dancing). Just as we turn to go, the music gets even louder and we see the drinks stall staff coming out into the middle and start fire breathing! Reluctantly, we walk away and get on the bus…

Back at the hotel, we (me, Amit and Pari) pop into the party on the fourth floor before heading across the road to the hotel where some of the family was staying. We get together for an informal ‘gathering’ in Hinesh’s parents room. Even though they must have been exhausted, its the last time I’ll see them for a while so it was nice to have time to chat with everyone!

Goodbyes said to all, we trudge back to our hotel. Lucky for me, the party’s continuing tomorrow – GOA!

A special thanks to Vijay Shah, who took these pictures and allowed me to post them (minor editing done by me!) You should check out Vijay’s website – it’s amazing!

Sticks and Skit – Day 2

Wedding festivities are in full flow – we all get up early the next morning as there’s a religious ceremony being held for both Hinesh and Shuchi (actually they both had separate events at the same time). Getting all the guests at the various hotels to the venue takes some serious planning by people far more organised than me, but eventually we are on the right bus going to the right place!

Pari and I had a chat in the morning about the skit and decided that several lines needed to be re-written for the actual performance that night! Me, Amit and Pari are writing lines on my trusty notepad (I’d carried from home but was barely opened so far) on the bus, in the lulls in the Mandap Ropan ceremony and during lunch. Before you start thinking we’re a bit obsessive about the skit, this is the primary thing we have some sort of responsibility for at this wedding, so we have to focus all our energies on it to get it as good as possible!

Mandap Ropan

This event is about creating the canopy under which religious ceremonies take place, according to Hindu practice. We then get to smear yellow paste all over the groom during the Pithi, but Hinesh foils us by wearing a ‘nice’ kurto during the ceremony, so we aren’t able to turn him completely yellow, but I think some people manage to get the stuff down his ears! In fairness Hinesh didn’t know that this was part of his ceremony, unlike Shuchi, who’d come well prepared with a change of clothes for the occasion.

The afternoon is spent back at the hotel, practising and relaxing before the evening’s event: the Sanji.

Sanji

Traditional Gujarati dancing is what we do here – Garba (circular dance, clapping in time to music) and Dandia (banging sticks with other people in a rigidly organised fashion, continually increasingly in tempo until every thing becomes a blur of brightly colored saris and sticks).

We find the first dance a little boring. However at Hinesh’s sister Khilna’s wedding earlier in the year, my cousin Sagar managed to actually make it fun turning it into Impro-Garba: a fusion between Garba and basically any popular dance move he could remember. Sagar couldn’t make it to India (exams, sad face) so we try to recreate the magic in his absence: some of the more memorable moments being almost the whole circle of people doing YMCA, Gangnam and several other moves, ridiculous and at the same time sublime!

Then comes our moment to shine – SKIT TIME! A few technical hitches mean we have to change how the show is staged at the last minute: wired microphones that do not reach far enough, the stage being a bit cluttered as the musicians still had their instruments. I’m a bit nervous as I’m narrating, had written most of my lines that afternoon and I have the first few lines of the show: I want to make sure things get off to a good start!

There was no need to worry, as everyone brought their best perforamances when it mattered! Apart from calling Hinesh ‘Paras’ once, I think I did alright, but my role was pretty easy compared to the others – I’m genuinely impressed by the superb acting ability in my family! It’s difficult to summarise the masterpiece here but it included a ballroom dance, Facebook, a Dandia instructing seargeant, Gok Wan and, of course, a wedding!

I hope everyone had as much fun watching as we did practicing and performing (NB. sincere apologies to Hinesh’s dad, Dilip masa, as he yet again bore the brunt of several jokseveral jokes!)

Now I can relax, finally, and play some Dandia! No more responsibilities left for me (well aside from helping to protect Hinesh’s shoes tomorrow!) so I spend the evening chilling with cousins, playing cards and eating chips till the early hours of the morning. A day well spent.

Wedding Songs

One of the major highlights of my trip so far, a wedding in India! My cousin Hinesh and his fiancée Shuchi (now wife) had decided to get married in India so I had already had a few festive days booked in this trip in Vadodara (formerly and informally Baroda), a town in Gujarat. I had got to Mumbai a few days earlier on another overnight sleeper train; apart from running about 5 hours late and a few people trying to claim my berth as the seat numbers had fallen off, it was a nice enough journey.

Mumbai was basically how I remembered it: lots of traffic, lots of eating and lots of fun! I even managed to get on and (with much more difficulty) off a local rush hour train, a quintisentally Mumbai experience! On top of that: Got to hang out with my Mumbai family, my Hounslow family, watched a couple of movies, had an awesome Bloody Mary cocktail, went to a local high school variety show and actually figured out how to get around town with the help of the mighty Google Maps! Also saw Amit and Pari for the first time in 6 weeks here, as they were in Mumbai for another wedding too – had my first sizzling chocolate brownie with them, tasty!

There was a whole group of people getting a train up together to go to Baroda on the morning of the 26th. I actually only had a waitlist ticket as it turned out, but I escaped the wrath of the ticket inspector by hiding in amongst Hinesh’s friends! Several people had arrived that morning from London, and were basically zombies for most of the journey, but the rest of us had an awesome time, played Bollywood tunes with a mobile phone and an improvised speaker made with a bottle cap, drinking chai from the chai-wallahs continually going up and down the carriages, had an awesome breakfast courtesy of Hinesh’s family’s brilliant organisational skill and copious snacks provided by Hemaben.

Got to Baroda in the early afternoon, and met my Dad (who’d been doing his own travel around Gujarat) at the hotel, who I was rooming with during the wedding! Had a ‘quick’ lunch at the hotel restaurant which ended up taking about two hours, and then had a few minutes to get ready for the first wedding event …

Sangeet – a night of song and music.

I should mention here that Shuchi has some amazing singers in the family: from covers of old bollywood classics to Sinatra to ‘Tu cheez Bari’, there were some great voices on show! The food was amazing, brilliant chaat, khadi (one of my favourite Gujarati foods) and hot-out-of-the-oil jalebi with cold ice-cream.

All throughout this event, me, Amit, Pari, Khilna and Paras had been a little concerned: as any who’ve been to a recent Shah family wedding recently can attest, we’re developing a bit of a passion for ‘Wedding skits’, a simple fun comedy sketch primarily designed to gently poke fun of the bride and groom and just have a bit of fun ourselves! Having been entertained so well by Shuchi’s family, we thought we had to have a performance the next day to match their quality; with Hinesh and Shuchi contributing heavily for KhilPen’s wedding, we also owed it to them to put on a good show.

Even though we’d written a first draft script before I set out, we’d never had a chance to read through it together – all the cousins met for our first run through at 11pm or so that night, after the event finished! Getting 20 odd family members to read through the script, whilst making adjustments and allowing for hilarious improvisations should have taken a lot longer, but it worked pretty well and every one was almost ready for the next night!

Apologies for the lack of pictures in this blog, I didn’t take any during the wedding as my point and shoot felt a little poxy when there were so many people taking photos: if anyone feels like contributing a shot or two of the first night, please get in touch. Thanks!

Day 2 next …

Buses and temples

Note. There’s a bit of a backlog of posts to come. (This one was written on 20 Dec 2013.)

I’ve not been inspired to blog much since coming to India – I think partly its because I’ve not actually been actively ‘doing’ stuff and mostly because I’m lazy and have had better internet access that distracts me from writing. Some people never change (Homer’s a bit more accurate “I guess some people never change. Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.”)

The first thing I’ve learnt in India – if you have a choice between a bus or a train, even if they take nominally the ‘same’ amount of time, always get the train. The second thing is that prebooking trains makes life much easier (I mean more than a month in advance). I’ve had to pay agents huge fees to get last minute tickets, but that’s the only way to do it unless you know exactly when you want to go!

It took me a total of 18.5 hours to get from Lumbini to Varanasi, a journey which involved 3 buses, a jeep and an autorickshaw. For the longest of the bus journeys I was quite lucky in that me and my Argentian friend Yago managed to snag some seats with leg room – or so we thought. One man’s leg room is another man’s place to put a giant roll of flooring and a massive impractically large box. Travel pillows are a godsend when it comes to travel in India, and with the help of mine, the journey was actually not too bad (although the train would have taken about half the time, been more comfortable and a lot quieter!)

Varanasi – A seething mass of humanity

Aarti on the Ghats at Varanasi

Aarti on the Ghats at Varanasi

I find it hard to describe what makes Varanasi special – for me its the sheer amount of life that is happening on the ghats along the banks of the river Ganges. Funerals, weddings, massive prayer ceremonies, kids playing cricket, tourists snapping photos, hordes of sellers of anything from boat rides to massages…. and that’s just on the river. Walking in from the river there are narrow lines to go through with temples guarded by the Army (there’s massive terrorism fear/risk in India still) to which flock hundreds of pilgrims daily, street food stalls, shops, restaurants, cows, goats, dogs, puppies, motorbikes, bikes and people walking everywhere.

I spent a day in Sarnath, the place the Buddha gave his first teaching…I feel a bit like a Buddhist on a pilgrimage having taken a Buddhist course, visited the birthplace of Buddha in Lumbini and now Sarnath too. Just need to get to Bodhgaya and Dharamshala to complete the set!

Khajuraho – Temples and chilling

Temple at Khajuraho

Temple at Khajuraho

This is a small town famous for its 10th century temples and erotic carvings (I’ll leave the pictures of the x-rated ones out, this is a family friendly blog!). Spent a couple of days here, a much needed respite after the intense experience of Varanasi. There happened to be a dance festival in town, so went to it expecting some classical/folk dancing. There was that and most of it was amazing, but the show finished on a crazy high with an African dance troupe and people all over the stadium dancing along!

Orchha
A small medieval town, not too much to do here except enjoy the stunning forts and temples. There seems to be much less hassle here from people trying to sell me stuff, which had started to annoy me in Varanasi/Khajuraho! I know I get off easy as I look ‘Indian’ and can mumble a few words in Hindi too strengthen my disguise, but they still know. Some of the operators in Khajuraho were pretty slick, starting off by making ‘friends’ with you, before getting you to part with some rupees a few hours or even days down the line for some overpriced service. I was amazed by how good some of the children have become at it but I guess everyone wants some tourist dollars!

In Orchha I spent a night in a homestay in a village on the outskirts of town. Was just me and the family, spent the evening chatting away in broken Hindi/English. It was a strange experience – even though they obviously have very different lives, the main thing they did was watch TV in their free time, just like most people in the UK!

There was a religious festival on in town which meant that the temple was sending out music continuously on loud, awful speakers from the early hours of the evening till around 4am! As if that’s not enough, there’s a shop near my hotel which has decided that it needs to play Bollywood music with serious base from early in the morning till the evening – I’ve escaped to a rooftop restuarant a little out of town, but am dreading tonight, hoping my earplugs will keep the noise out.

Tomorrow I head to Mumbai, maximum city! And then onto Hinesh and Shuchi’s wedding!

Row, row, row your boat

I miss Pokhara! I’ve just spent 9 hours on a bus getting to Lumbini which is the birthplace of the buddha. I don’t know if it is just me being grumpy due to bouncing up and down in a seat with a tiny amount of leg room (not sure how tall people fit into the busses here!) but from what I see the main tourist strip is dusty, noisy and filled with mosquitos! What I would give to be able to have a masala tea by the lake to take the edge off today.

Luckily I’m only here for a couple of days before heading to India and the people I’ve spoken to have said the main site is peaceful and green, so looking forward to tomorrow

Most of my time in Nepal has been spent in Pokhara – its not the most culturally exciting place, but the weather there was amazing, great views and being a tourist there was very easy! After last weekend’s yoga, I decided its time to break free from all the relaxing meditation and get the adrenaline pumping – one way to do that in Nepal is white water rafting! I was the first one to fall into a particularly potent rapid very early on and its definitely been the most scary experience I’ve had so far (probably even more so for poor Claire, the Australian girl whose leg I managed to hold onto as I tried to get back on the raft!). All the training goes out the window in the pure panic, but it was a huge rush!

Me and the river guide, photo taken by Ian or Camie

Me and the river guide, photo taken by Ian or Camie

A couple, Ian and Camie, had been complaining towards the second day that they hadn’t been thrown into the water; what followed was a textbook example of ‘be careful what you wish for’. There was an unexpected massive drop amongst a relatively sedate section of the rapids – I was at the front so could see it and jumped into raft as fast as I could. Unfortunately Ian fell out and got stuck under the raft for several seconds and Camie was sucked into the undercurrent and struggling to get a breath in there for around half a minute! They’re ok, thankfully, but  both had nightmares about it that night!

So having had life/death experiences (well not so much for me!) on the water I thought I should have some in the air and went on a short tandem paraglide trip over the lake (Pokhara is apparently one of the top 10 destinations in the world for paragliding).

Selfie whilst gliding

Selfie whilst gliding

Yup, those are my knees!

Yup, those are my knees!

Apart from running off a cliff to take off and coming down to land, this was actually a really sedate experience with nice views, missing the thrill factor I expected.

Next up …. India!