Day 65 - Varkala

Aaah, sweet Verkala, how I missed thy german bakeries and fish restaurants.

Becca and I departed from the ashram this morning for the bus ride to Verkala. We are staying in the same bamboo huts I stayed in before, and have set up shop in the Sun Shine Cafe (german bakery) that it turns out we both spent a significant proportion of our respective visits frequenting. I immediately ordered a cappucino, and scrambled eggs on brown toast (eeeeeggs, real bread - heaven) and made a beeline for the bookshelf. We are now both curled up in the comfy bamboo chairs and ploughing our way through Michael Crighton books (myself Congo and Becca State of Affairs).

Think I left not a moment too soon, ashram was severly infecting my brain and turning me into a pod person (as was confirmed when we both kept bursting into 'Jaya Ganesha' on the bus, then giving each other terrified looks!) Anyway, back in normalcy so all is now good. We plan to chill here for a few days, and on Sunday a whole bunch of people from the ashram are coming to Varanasi, so we can all meet up and go to a random party or something.

Below are some ashram piccies from Becca's camera:

Me being drowned in the waterfall



The health hut crowd



My singing partner Veera on guitar and mad Veronica eating the guitar



Me torturing the health hut with my rendition of House of the rising sun, Veera rocking on the guitar (don't ask, wasn't my idea, blame V)



Becca and Lisa looking all glowing and stuff, the temple



The lovely lake



The usual crowd getting their caffiene fix



Sam, Lise and myself, the wooden palace (ok, so this is not the best picture of me - I'm doing that bleary-eyed face I have a tendancy of pulling when the flash goes off - but good picture of Lise, plus you can see the red smudges of Kumkum on our foreheads)



Food hall - beautiful rice and goo, and sore legs from sitting on floor - I shall miss it (not)



Obligitory naff picture of me in the temple pretending to meditate

Day 64 - Sivananda

Thought of the day: You know you've been here to long when you discover swamiji knows your name... Second to last day today - can't believe it. Will be sad to go but have begun to have vivid fantasies involving beer, pizza, coffee and chocolate cake (although not altogether!)

My urgency to depart has not been helped by the fact that we have had the squarky old lady for the last 3 satsangs. The day before yesterday I actually grabbed my yoga mat and blanket and legged it out of the temple when everyone was deep in meditiation (was feeling very rebellious, then I felt guilty so I meditated on my bed, and fell asleep). Last night I stuck it out, and sat in the back row with my fellow ashram rebels and doubters - by the end of Jaya Ganesha we were all crying with silent laughter and doubled over in the pain of trying to contain our general amusement at the hideous noise being produced and the horrified expressions of the newly arrived ashramites (it's all credit to them that they did not just run away!)

Tonight we have a silent walk and meditation by the lake - last week the was a lightning storm behind the hills so it was very oooommmm- can I be bothered to go again? Hmmm, decisions.

Day 63 - Sivananda

Hellooo

Well, haven't written in a few days - unfortunately the internet slot is only one hour (3 computers for the whole ashram - riiidiiiculous) and the power has a habit of going off for half of that!

Still getting along well here - though unfortunately the mornings are becoming harder and harder, not the other way round. Lately swamiji has been ducking out of the evening satsangs, and an old biddie has been taking his place. Old biddie is about 70, and has a the most painfully squeaky chanting voice imaginable - thus satsang becomes even more of a torture. I have started sneaking my mp3 player in and cranking it up to full blast to drown the general cacophany of sound that is everyone trying to match old biddies tune.

Lisa is just leaving now - she is going to Kovalam and up to Cochin - we have been pretty much in each others pockets for almost 2 months - so it is wierd to see her go. I've been making plans too - I'm leaving on friday with Becca from America and Celine from France. We are planning to go to Verkala, Cochin, Mysore and Bangalore before heading our seperate ways to catch our respective flights at the end of next month.

So in my last days I will aim to 1) finally get into locust(hard yoga posture thing) 2) Get another massage (I've already had one - 400R for an hour of heaven on earth - bargin!) and 3) Manage to sit through 30 minutes of meditation without fidgeting,thinking about food or counting the seconds.

Day 60 - Sivananda

Am I tired or am I tired. After writing the entry yesterday we went to a restaurant for a local dish that basicly consisted of carbs, grease and yet more grease - eew. One of the guys thought he'd be daring and order a veg biriani - biig mistake... after the first mouthful he was crying, sweating, and running to the hand-washing sink to gangle the water - v. funny.

Then we went to a huuuge hindu temple. Tamil Nadu, the area next to Kerala that we had our daytrip, is famous for its hindu temples. This particular one was amazing - 5 acres of labaryntine pages surrounded with stone carvings. Something like 50 little temples, thousands of pillers, millions of oil lamps. Tourists and travellers are not allowed to enter the temple, but because we were with the ashram we had special permission. The temple was built a thousand or so years ago - and took 600 years to build- over 30 times the time it took to build the Taj Mahal (so you can imagine how amazing it is inside). Highlights included: the solid granite music pillars that you thumped to play music, a huge cow statue that looked like it had been stolen from eurodisney, an even bigger hanuman statue that we put a garland round - then had water thrown on us, red stuff smeared on aall over foreheads, then had to walk round this statue a few times (must.. keep...straight.... face).

Got back in at 12.30, lay down, and what felt like a second later the morning bell rang - nooooooooooo! Suffice it to say that I now look like the walking dead, and actually managed to fall asleep sitting up in meditation this morning - I have been told that I snored a bit - whooops!

Day 59 - Sivananda Ashram

Escaappeee! I'm in the real world again - today is free day at the ashram, so we all piled on the bus to go down to Kanyakumari. I thought the day off would mean I could lie in - wroooong, wake-up at 5.30 as usual, leave by 6. I also thought I got out of the chanting for one day - wroooong, as soon as I got on the bus they put a CD on at full blast - yes, you've got it - all my favourite chants - starting off with the classic 'Jaya Ganesha' - aaaargh!!

You know you want to....listen to the wonderful chanting (You love it? I thought so, listen to more happy music here, and be jealous that I get to do this for hours on end, every day - huzzah)

First stop was at the waterfall - we changed into t-shirts and sarongs and shuffled out to the ledge under the waterfall. We stood there, grasping the railings, as the water hammered on to our backs. It was painful, like the meanest massage ever - but I loved it (heaven for my aching back muscles). Unfortunately our attempts to be modest failed as we emerged looking like contestents in a wet t-shirt competition - oh dear!

Next we went to an old temple - lots of wandering around in bare feet, circling random buildings with painted rocks in them, getting various coloured pastes smeared on our foreheads and sickly sweet rice goo shoved in our hands. Then brekkie down the road at a random 'hotel' (I think they confused the T with a V - else they have a veery loose definition of the word 'hotel' here) .

After eating we hopped back on the bus and along to a wooden palace. Palace was v. nice, started saying things like "I would put a sofa theeeree, t.v. theere" and so on. Unfortunately the place is an Indian heratige site ('5000R fine and 6 months harsh imprisonment' for anyone damaging the property - meep, scared much) so probably not for sale (not that I could afford a wooden palace anyway).

Back on the bus, lunch at a random Ashram (eeew, grim, we have it good at Neyyar dam). Somewhere through the meal I lost my common sense for a moment after eating a paticularly spicy bit of goo and drank some of the water (please let me not spend tomorrow throwing up).

Finally back to Kanyakumari town and the beginning of epic search for an ATM that was in order and not rejecting my card. After an hour of trudging backwards and forewards, and my third ATM, I finally got lucky - I have now got money to pay back the various people I've borrowed it from, and purchase a t-shirt that I've had my eye on for a while (it's a huge Sivananda tshirt with a lovely sketch of the man himself on the front - so hideous that it is cool, at least I hope so, else I've already been here too long!!).

Now happily holed up in an internet cafe (suffering withdrawl symptoms here) and next we go to another temple (joys) then dinner at a nice restaurant (hope nice actually means nice, I really do). Back to the ashram at 11.30, thenup again at 5.30 the next morning. Aaaaaaaaaargh.

Tomorrow is the talent contentest (shivers run down my spine at the words). We've been encouraged to take part to 'conquer our fears' and all that milarkey. Despite the fact that Lisa is a cutting edge modern drama student, and took all her clothes off infront of a room full of strangers for her show, she has copped out - her response to my teasing being 'noway - I get nervous on stage'. Whatever. So without her as my ally in shame, I've joined a couple of other nutty girls to bellow out a song. We want one that is catchy and funny, but as we still haven't decided which to sing this could all be the biggest disaster ever (Beatles 'all you need is love' is the popular choice thus far). Becca gets my full admiration as she is reading out one of her poems (she's a philosophy major, so I'm sure the peom will be really deep and intelligent - but still, the pressure!). Anyway, everyone will get my respect, however bad they are... although I have to say that if someone tries to chant 'Jaya Ganesha' as their entry, I shall personally beat them to death with their tambourine. Shall announce results in a few days.

Day 58 - Sivananda Ashram

Here I am - in the internet cafe again... just need to get back in touch with reality. The brain washing is taking hooold.... I actually banged a tambourine (to relieve the boredom) and swayed (to relieve aching butt muscles) thismorning! Shock horror. Also stepped it up in the yoga stakes - I'm attending the advanced class in the morning and evening and becoming somewhat of a freaks rubber band (though I still sweat immensely - eeew).

My body in now more mosquito bite than skin, so permenantly covered in tiger balm (no anti-histamenes available - aaargh). This does make me look somewhat jaundiced due to the orange tone of the balm, but has the added bonus effect of calming my strained muscles. (I didn't know you could strain muscles in your butt - but yes, in fact you can- darn locust position) .

Tomorrow is a free day, so I am joining in a trip to the very southern tip of India (where the three oceans meet). We are going to bathe in a waterfall (fully clothed of course - this is India afterall), visit loads of temples, and eat loads of food.To be honest, I mainly joined in to get out of a day of Satsangs, but it sounds like it'll be fun!

Day 57 - Sivananda Ashram

Hare Om

Greetings from the Sivananda Ashram (internet cafe in basement - who woulda thought?). Been here for 3 days now and beginning to feel a little spaced out. The schedule is quite exacting, and you pretty much end up trailing from one place to another in time with bells (a bit like school really), and my days are pretty much the same...

A day in the life of Blessed Katherine...

5.30 Morning bell rings, some sadist turns the light on, I groan, fight my way out of my mosquite net, fall on the floor, pull on some clothes.
6.00 Morning Satsang in the Prayer Hall. Very happy clappy, lots of chanting "Hare Rama Hare Rama" etc. - some queer souls feel the urge to clap/bang a tambourine/sway with eyes extatically shut - I just sit in a rolled up ball of scarves and cusions and try to pretend my feet aren't falling asleep/I dont find the whole thing a bit creepy.
7.30 I'm freeee! Chai chai chai! We stand in huddles, cradling our precious chai and gossiping.
8.00 Yoga - morning I am stiff, so I take the easy class. Aweeesoooome. Try not to fall asleep in relaxation.
10.00 - Brunch, main meal of the day. Delicious vegetarian meal with several different bits - we eat sitting on the floor from a metal tray - I try to eat slop with fingures and not spill all down my front (mostly fail - you know what I'm like with food)
11.00- Lecture - Interminable lecture fromSwamiji about religion/yoga etc. - wouldn't be so bad if sitting on a hard floor wasn't agony by now.
12.30 - Karma yoga i.e. chores - my chores are helping in the health hut so this is free time.
1.30 - Again, sweet chai
3.30 - Yoga - this time I go for the burn and take the hard class, generally get pushed a lot - the teaching is excellent
6.30 - Evening meal - Simpler meal - more spillages
8.00 - Satsang (again) more meditation and chanting - back is now a screaming ball of pain and "Hare Krishnna" is repeating round and round my head - Braaain-waaashing
10.00 - Shower, bed, lights out by 10.30

So, that is my day- quite busy, so the days troop by quickly. Added extras include ayurvedic Massages (I have one booked for Friday - will let you know how it goes). The lovely experience of being bitten by mossies a million times a day. A beautiful lake that you can swim in (just watch the crocodiles). The hunting groans of bonking lions, drifting across the lake to inturrupt your meditation.

Times run out, there's a queue... must dash

OM Shanti and all that jazz

Please leave a message after the tone...

Right, this could be the last message I write for a while, tomorrow we are heading for Neyyar Dam, near Trivandrum, to enrol in the Sivananda Yoga Ashram for two weeks.

Unfortunately we are only allowed out on Sundays, so you will have to hang on for a weekly update - though I'm sure it will go on at great lengths about all the wierdos I meet! (That is, unless I cannot handle the 5.30 wake-up - in which case the update may come much sooner!!)

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmm

Day 53 - Verkala

Last day in Verkala and the weather is glorious. I've spent most of the day sat in a german bakery working my way through their book collection and getting jittery on milk-coffee.

It is still quite quiet here in Verkala - have discovered this is mainly due to an outbreak of mosquito-born Chikungunya (or chicken-gunky disease as we call it) in Kerala. Turns out the main hotspot is Alleppey - dur, guess that was why not many travellers were there, why does no one tell us these things?! Seems the whole thing is slightly exaggerated, but they are giving the full works here - mosquito coils, zappers, nets, incense, you name it. So anyhoo, when I awoke this morning with a rash on my face and upper arms, visions of being struck down with chicken-gunky disease gave me the complete be-jeebies... until I remembered I'd bought a new wrap the day before and worn it to dinner. Yeah, guess it was washed in something that I'm somewhat allergic to (poor, sensitive me), hence rash. Whew! Narrow escape (I do have a tendency toward hypochondria when it comes to tropical diseases - let me not even start about the time I was slavered on by a skanky greek dog, and the ensuing rabies-paranoia). Good news is that Chicken-gunky is not fatal, merely excessively painful and yukky... great.

Today is party night in Verkala. Each restaurant has told us, nudge nudge wink wink, that they are having a party with live music - but sssh, it's a secret. Due to strict Keralan licencing laws, pretty much no bars or restaurants have a license - cocktails come in innocent glasses (it's fruit juice - honest) and beer occasionally, and hilariously, comes in teapots. So, I can't quite see how they're going to pull off the all-night drinking without the cops noticing, to be honest. Still, I will attend - it may be amusing!

Day 52 - Verkala

Well, not much to update, apart from that this place is still lush. Finally got round to uploading a few photos...

The girls in Palolem:

Me and Lisa on a looocal bus (looking a bit ikky - it was a long day of local bus travel in hoot weather - ok?)

Cruising down the Keralan backwaters (note embarrasing umbrella to hide from sun)

Some general touristy photos:

Some more at my photobucket site

Day 51 - Verkala

It's official - we've found heaven on earth, it's in India and it is called Verkala (ok - this may be sliight exaggeration, but after the last few roach infested pits this really is nice!)

We went a bit crazy getting here from Kollam, and tried to do it the cheapest way possible - i.e. local buses. The first was fine, but it dropped us off in some random town where no-one spoke any English, and we had to catch another bus to Verkala town. Luckily we managed to find the elusive bus and haul our bags on - but the bus ride was the most humerous to date. All the ladies packed into the front whilst the men packed into the back (definite gender divide), and every time we stopped people would squeeze off, and others squieeze on to take their place. We parked ourselves and our rucksacks in the aisle, and spent the whole ride being thrown forwards or backwards like a sketch in some exaggerated old black-and-white comedy (to the great hilarity of all the cheerful ladies we kept cannoning into). By the end we were clinging, white-knucked, onto seat backs, and almost cried with happiness when the conductor finally told us that it was our stop. Then it was a rickshaw ride up to the accomodation we had randomly chosedn from the Lonely Paranoid. Needless to say said accommodation was grottsville - but across the way was the perfect Kerala Bamboo Village, with huts for 300R per night, and the rest is history.

Verkala is next to the sea, and the bit we are staying in is on a slightly touristy stretch perched on the cliffs overhanging the looong sandy beach. We are staying in a Bamboo hut in aformentioned 'village'. These aren't the grimy, tumbledown type - nooo, these are really classy bamboo huts - pristine showeroom, posh wooden furniture, little porch with a candle and comfy wicker chairs. We are also in a prime location on the cliff top, sandwiched between restaurants and beautiful little shops. In the morning we stop off at sunset cafe for their special 40R deluxe breakfast, then you can potter along to the beach, or go and sit in a cafe and read (lots of bookshops too). In the evening all the restaurants lay the daily catch out on tables infront and vie for your attention (yesterday I had barracuda, and Lisa blue marin, v. tasty indeed!).

We are here for 4 days or so, after which we will head south to Trivanandum then a short Bus trip to Neyyar Dam where we will start the yoga course.

Sod greece, I'm coming here for my summer holidays next year!

Day 49 - Kollam

Well, we're really back in India now. Kollam is a busting, friendly southern town somewhere between Alleppey and the capital of Kerala, Trivanandum.

We arrived here last night after our all day cruise along the Keralan backwaters. The cruise was nice - 8 hours of palm trees, water-side huts, women washing their clothing and thousands of ducks (saw the first Duckherd - the man was cadjoling about 100 quacking ducks down the waterway with the aid of a bag on the end of a pole). The boat was full of rich Indian tourists who took more photos than us, and a few travellers who had obviously just arrived in india (pale skin, clean clothes, dazed expressions). We stopped briefly at Amma's ashram, and breathed a sigh of relief that we weren't visiting - the 2000 people who reside on the little island do so by staying in a hideously pink block of grotty flats - not quite the twee huts we envisioned.

The boat dropped us off at Kollam Jetty at about 7, so we jumped on a rickshaw and booked into a dump (New Lacshmi Tourist home - poisonous showeroom, cockroaches as big as mice). We left the room sharpish, and wondered aimlessly looking for somewhere to eat. There are quite a few restaurants around, and they look pretty nice, but generally the moment we entered, a sea of male heads turned to look at us, at which point we invariably went "meep" and run away. We ended up eating in an airconditioned, curiously empty restaurant - All Spice (looks like Indias answer to Pizza Hut) - with the most inept waiters to date. Food was okish, but the bill was slapped on our table pretty much the second we ate the last mouthful (a strange eculiarity here in the South - I think they think they are being efficient), so we paid and left. The room was as bad as we remembered, so we turned the light off as quickly as possible and got an early night.

Today we had brekkie at the Indian Coffee House (for a taste of real india). We were undecided which room to sit in : The dark 'Ladies only' room? The empty middle room? Or (as we finally chose) the 'Ladies and their Families' room? Now we are leaving to pick up our bags. At 11.50 we are catching a local bus to the beach town of Verkala, which sounds very nice by all accounts - can't wait!

Day 47 - Alleppey

Here we are in Alleppey, base for boat trips across the Keralan backwaters (right). The train journey wasn't all that bad after all. We got to the station about 11pm and spent a couple of hours waiting for the train (suprise suprise - it was running late). The station was empty but for a few Indian guys, and a young english couple travelling to Cochin. Luckily the little station shop was open, so we sat sipping chai and watching cricket with the station master.

The train came about 2 (by which point we were a bit jittery due to excessive amount of chai) and we practically had to run up to our carridge and leap aboard as the train barely stopped moving. The carridge was quite clean, and although it felt like we were on a prison train (bars), we could open the windows for fresh air. The train was full of families and a bunch of schoolgirls, a few guys too, but it felt like we were less of an exhibit than on previous journeys. We both slept well, and woke late the next day. Across from our birth there was another travelling couple, a family with a cute kid and a straaange man who insisted on chain smoking throughout the trip and kept whistling and clicking his tongue when he wanted to get someone's attention. The aisle was a steady stram of vendors, beggers, sweepers and performers ("CHAICHAICHAI", "cOOOOOOFFEEE", "CUTLEEETSS" - by the end we started fantasising about throwing chai seller, who went yelling past every five minutes without fail, out of the window with his darn tub of chai). At one point crazy man bought 2 bottles of foul smelling perfume from the perfume seller and proceeded to spray himself, his bag and everything in sight - from whence the fans spread the hideous smell carridge-wide - and I thought the cigarettes were bad! Luckily our window was a fire escape, so I was able to pull the bars up and hang out, gasping for air.

We got into Alleppey in total darkness at about 7pm. It must be quiet season at the moment, before even leaving the train we had several offers of rooms. At the station we were immediately offered a bargainous rickshaw ride into town - it did mean that the rickshaw driver tried to pursuade us to go to several hotels on the way (from which he would probably receive commission) but we stuck to our original plan - the Koralam Hotel (felt a bit guilty that the driver missed out on his commission, so left a nice tip - everyone is happy). The room was cheap, but spacious and with a shower that actually works, reliable power and (shock horror) a full length mirror. After a month of just seeing my face I wince at my bad tan lines, and grin cbecause it looks like I've lost a few pounds and am generally a bit brown (if somewhat freckly).

We went for a wonder, looking for a restaurant, and grinned at each other when it occurred to us that we were back in the real india - a sea of rickshaws, bicycles and inquisive Indian faces. No touristy cafes serving alternative cuisines, aried breakfasts and beer, no multitudes of Israeli pot-smoking travellers in skimpy clothing - it was kinda nice. We gave up on finding a restaurant so late, and headd back to the hotel restaurant. It vaguely resembled a canteen, and the fact that we received no cutlery. All I can say is it's a good job we practiced eating with our right hand. You try tearing chipatti only using one hand, or eating rice soaked with goo and getting it all in your mouth in a dignified, precise manner - its exceedingly tricky!

Good sleep, we left our room (dripping washing strung everywhere and fan on full blast) at about 11. Took us about an hour to find a cafe, then we had to resign ourselves to the fact that we would not be getting any muesli, fruit salad, or even toast. Chilli omlette, two cups of tea, water - grand total - 35p. We are now on a mission - book ferry to Kollam for tomorrow, explore, organise.

We want to stop off to visit one of Indias few female gurus, Amma, also called the 'hugging mother', whos darshan (blessing) consists of hugging thousands of people every day in mammoth hugging sessions. She apparently hugs for hours without sitting down, eating or going to the toilet. I fancy a hug (and apparently if you make a wish whilst she hugs you, it will come true - worth a try!!)

So that is the plan for tomorrow - we have to make sure that she is in residence first (she tours for 8 months a year).

Update: Nooo! Amma isn't here! What a shame. She is now on a tour of Europe and the USA - can you guess where she is at present? London, that's where!

London, Great Britain
October 10 -12
Crystal Palace National Sports Centre, Ledrington Road, Crystal Palace. London SE19 2BB
* Info: Shanker Nair, Tel. int +44 207 603 6868 (6 pm to 9 pm),
eMail: shanker@amma.org.uk
http://www.amritapuri.org/yatra/europe.php

So, if you around, give her a hug for me!

Day 45 (still) - Palolem (still)

Been hanging around in the same cafe for 7 hours now, 4 more to go! In my boredom I've sketched a picture of my wonderful indian style (click on it to see it in its full, time wasting glory). Très chic.

Below: Goodbye to skanky goan beach dogs forever - huzzah!

Day 45 - Palolem

Last day in Palolem...

We're all packed up and waiting to go. Lisa and I have seats booked on tonight's train in the grottiest sleeper carriage possible of the Netravati Express train, which leaves from the nearby station of Canacona at about midnight, and arrives in Alleppey, Kerala at about 5pm. The fact that we are travelling in said grotty carriage is entirely due to our bad organisation - yesterday morning it suddenly occurred to us that we were meant to be leaving the next day. "Oh bugger" was the general reaction. We quickly dashed to the ticket office and sent someone to get a ticket. An hour or so later our tickets arrived... and we realised that they were for Sleeper Class - non-airconditioned, grotty sleeper class, with prison bars across the windows (see picture)... where we will spend 20 hours being stared at, or reduced to tears by the condition of the train's toilets. Fab.

Will post in a few days if I survive the ordeal...

later: have investigated the situation on the wonderful site that is seat61 - seems all may not be as bad as i thought afterall... will keep fingers crossed

Day 43 - Palolem

Well, we are in Palolem now! Arrived last night...

Our last day in Arambol was great (espite cruddy weather) . I did some shopping - bought some new clothes (so I could finally ditch some particularly old, ragged ones, india is hell on clothes!). We also had a most glorious dinner in Mouth of Buddha restaurant - I had king prawns (yuuuum) , quickly finished them then watched in amazement as Anna consumed the most enormous red mullet imaginable. The others also had delicious food, and we stayed late, drinking coffee and chatting to the guys on the next table. It rained all the way through dinner (again) so we practically had to wade back to our apartment, pull our sodden clothing off the line (where it had sat about 3 days without drying even the teeniest bit) and set our alarms for an early start the next day.

To get to Palolem we caught a grand total of 5 buses from the very northern-most beach of Arambol to the Palolem in the south (Yes - 5 buses! Personal record, and it was so cheap and easy - grand total waiting time was less than 2 minutes, and the whole days travel cost about 80p - got to love the Indian public transport!). All not peachy in paradise though - we left behind rainy Arambol, only to arrive in Palolem in torrential rain (been raining for 5 days apparently).

Initially had a bit of a rush to find accomodation - all the beach huts have been torn down after not one owner applied for their licences so no beach huts for us("even the man driving the bulldozer couldn't be bribed" the owners say in tones of horror and disbelief, seems it is usual to not apply for licences, but bribe local police instead!) . We've got a couple of cheap, clean rooms a minutes walk from the beach instead - Lisa and Julie even have a TV, what luxury!!

Thankfully the rain cleared up about 10 this morning, so most of my day has been spent turning slowly crimson on the perfect beach. Bliss was interrupted every five minutes by someone trying to sell us coconuts/sarongs/jewellary/massages, and a reeeaally creepy Indian bloke who asked us if we would sleep with him (in more explicit terms), was rejected (most definately and descriptively) but proceeded to stand and stare at us from mere feet away, oblivious to threats of bodily harm/police/large rugby-playing boyfriends. Eventually I borrowed Anna's digital camera and took some close-up pictures of him until he ran away... with me, yelling and still taking pictures, chasing after him (much to amusement of other tourists and people rebuilding huts).

Tonight we are going to an nice cafe to try some Goan dishes, then maybe drinks on the beach. I keep meaning to get up early and jog along the beach - Bourne style - but somehow cannot manage getting out of bed before absolutely necessary! Will try tomorrow. Also have to upload photographs from the girls cameras, I keep meaning to but keep forgetting. Maybe I'll remember later - I'll make sure to include one of the guy being chased down the beach (hehe).

Because I feel I haven't added enough envy-inducing photos lately, here are a few....

Day 40 - Arambol

It's raaaaiiiining

Anna and I ran out of our room at about 10am after waiting an hour for the rain to stop, and finally giving up after our stomachs started growling in unison. Anna took the stairs first, but when she hit the corner she carried on in a big slide and disappeared off the edge! (I did the same thing yesterday in less slapstick style - have a swollen, black elbow to show for it)

We shouted at the guys running the hostel, and they got so scared they all ran to scrub the steps. And we limped/ran to the nearest cafe.

About an hour later the other girls joined us. We waited for the rain to stop...

... 6 hours later we were still waiting. We have just decided we need to leave the cafe for a bit, so ran to internet cafe. But will be going back I'm sure.

Aging hippie says the rain only started yesterday, and may go on for a few days ("will be raining everywhere, don't bother going south to escape it girls" - rats). My tan was coming on so nicely... and I really did fancy swimming, and watching wierdo wander around like mud people. Maybe it will stop tomorrow!

Day 39 - Arambol

It's my biiirthdaay! In Arambol now (it's raining - ick), staying in some apartment hugging the rocks to the north of the beach. It is very cool here - full of huppies, Isrielies and generally very chilled out, scruffy travellers.

I celebrated my birthday in style last night - wonderful, fresh fish biryiani, coffee and desert at shivas, beers at Starco (now that place was wierd - veery shady, but funny). We met a german girl and Belgian guy and all went to Paradiso, the club next to the beach. Now that was really funny! We walked straight in, and into a wide terrace area packed with small stalls selling chai, chocolate and cigarettes - strange. The floor was vibrating with the techno music from downstairs. Despite not being great fans of Techno (in Anjuna the only acceptable music is either Techno or Bob Marley - I know which I prefer) we trooped down the stairs to have a look.... and immediately burst out laughing. The place was rammed full of guys and they were dancing like nothing else I've ever seen - the Indian blokes were shaking their thing with full dedication and confidence, all the other blokes were trying unsuccessfully to copy them, or just jumping up and down completely off their faces. Anyway - it started raining, so we couldn't go back upstairs for chai - so stayed to watch the hilarious dancing. At one point we got found by one of the little guys working at the hostel, and he spent about an hour showing us his crazy moves (amusing picture to follow). We turned down offers of drinks, drugs and dances 'til the cows came home, and finally left at about 2 with our ears ringing.

This morning we dragged ourselves out of bed, packed and went for a last yummy brekkie at Shiva's before catching a bus to Arambol. It is nice here, despite current pants weather. Tommorrow we plan to walk to a small cove with apparently white sands and clear sea - there is also a lake surrounded in yellow mud, which aformentioned aged hippies smear themselves with and wonder round in the nuddy (much to amusement of Indian tourists and locals) - 'parrently it is good for the skin - anyway, should be an amusing sight!

Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday - hope it's not raining with you too!

Day 37 - Anjuna

So much for relaxing - we are getting bored already. After so much travelling around, we are getting itchy feet! Yesterday we went to the slightly larger beach of Baga. It was a nice beach - wide and sandy, but full of Indian tourists. It was totally bizarre - hundreds of them just standing in lines watching the sea! A couple of the more daring ones were going in for a dip (fully clothed of course). Nice beach - although there were too many Indian blokes gawking to get completely relaxed!

So... we will do lots of fun stuff tommorrow (pre-birthday), then we will up sticks and move north on Sunday to Arambol Beach. Arambol is the most northerly beach, and apparently full of ageing hippies and very lovely. The beach up there is safe for swimming (there is a fierce undertow here in Anjuna) and there are hot water springs and lots of small bays.

Then, after a few days in Arambol, we plan to go waay down south to the most perfect beach in the whole of India - Palolem. (right)

Day 34+ - Anjuna

Namaste from sunny Anjuna!

This is the life. Katie from England, Lisa from Scotland, Julie from Ireland and Anna from Germany are now residing at Sai Prasad - a pristine, friendly hostel sitting right on Anjuna beach. We have hammocks outside our rooms (perfect for watching the sunset or relaxing away from the sun with a good book) and the restaurant serves cheap delicious food. On Wednesdays there is the Anjuna flea market, and on Wednesdays and Saturdays one of the buildings lining the main road turns into the busiest nightclub in goa, with 100 people crammed into a tiny room to boogie the wee hours away.

We are here for about 10 days, after which Julie and Anna travel back up to Mumbai, and Lisa and myself travel south, along the coast, to Kerala. We won't be doing much until then but getting sun-roasted and fat on seafood (hence the Day 34+ - I think 10 days of "got up, swam, read, sun bathed, ate a lot" will quickly get you sick with envy and/or boredom).

On the 1st it is my birthday (has to be the most exotic birthday location to date) and tomorrow we are taking a taxi to the busier beach of Baga. Other than this - no plans, but to top up on my reading. Shantaram is finished,but luckily this internet cafe has a bookshop with lots of interesting books - so that shall keep me amused. Will also be good and write lots of postcards - so expect them in a week or two!

Day 33 - Anjuna

After a looong day of travelling (taxi, plane, plane, taxi), I am beside beach in Anjuna, Goa...

... wish you were here (evil laugh)

Actually this is a bit cheeky - got this picture off of the internet and it's really a bit cloudy and rainy at the mo. Tomorrow Julie and Anna will catch up with us (Lisa and I arrived here a day earlier) and we will all move into beach huts - with hammocks. Bliss.

Day 32 - Calcutta

Last day with the group today (sob). Lat night the restaurant was wonderful - the service was extremely good (waiters like flies buzzing around) and the food was divine! The cafe is above West Side shop (can't remember what it was called - but it was on the 5th floor) - if you are ever in Calcutta just go there. Nightclub was fun - overzealous security guard fending off keen lads, which was funny, but the music was a groovy mix of normal clubbing tunes and hindi songs (these Indian lads really aren't shy about having a good boogie!) I sloped off with a few other people at about 1, but Nella and Julie didn't leave until 8.00am - now that is dedication.

We all met up this morning. Last brekkie at flurys (mmm, triple chocolate torte, mmm) - drank 2 pots of filter coffee in quick succession because I knew it would be the last decent brew for a while!

I caught a taxi with Anna, Julie and Lisa to Mother Teresa's motherhouse. It was a nice, quiet place and the sisters were sweethearts. We also had a look at the childrens home were they take care of orphaned and disabled children - it was a really nice to see somewhere where at least some of the overwhelming multitude of poor are cared for. The kids all looked happy and healthy, a stark contrast from the ragged street kids everywhere that tug at your clothing for rupees.

Afterward we still had a few hours before meeting for dinner. Lisa and I decided to visit one of Calcutta's modern art galleries. Unfortunately the main gallery was closed (it is sunday) - and the alternative is hard to find. Most of the taxi drivers here speak no english, and often very little hindi (all Bengali) so getting anywhere is a challenge. Our driver dropped us off at Kali Ghat, the site of the original temple for the ancient city, and a loong way from the gallery. We went with the flow and visited the temple instead.

Kali is a scary goddess who chops off people's heads and has a long, pointed tongue. At her temple, the oldest in the city, they hold regular ceremonies and sacrifice goats (eeech). We were the ooonly westeners there. We left our flip flops in the quagmire outside the temple and wormed our way through tens of devotees. At the main shrine we make an offering (10 rupees - they said 50 each, but we laughed, thinking they were joking, turns out that it was the usual minimum donation - oops). The guys dragged us over the offering bowl, smeared our heads with orange kumkum, then handed us flowers to throw on the shrine and a sugary, gooey dough ball soaked in rose water to eat. Afterward we wondered back through the bustling markets, feeling adventurous, and caught a taxi back to the hotel.

Last meal with the guys at Peter Cat restaurant, then we all said goodbye. Eric, Nella and Murray are going up to Darjeeling; Lisa, Julie, Anna and I to Goa tomorrow; everyone else back home. A strange feeling to leave the people I have spent so much time with the last month. Still, I shall see most of them again in my travels! We leave early tomorrow, so this is the last night in Calcutta - I am sad to go, I really like it here.

Day 31 - Calcutta

The last place on the tour - so sad! We are in Calcutta after catching the overnight train from Varanasi to Calcutta.

It has rainied here...

It is still raining here...

..a lot!

We had to check in to our hotel through the raised corridor - as the reception was waist deep high in water! Half the rooms were flooded, but luckily there was still enough for all of us. After settling in we went for an orientation walk and lunch in Flurys Cafe on Park Street. We had to wade through water one foot deep most of the way. Holes had been knocked through walled gardens, and the water poured out like a waterfall - craziness! Lunch was wooonderful. Flurys is like a typical upmarket English cafe - with amazing service and a huuge selection of cakes. We stayed there a while (so full now)

Tonight we are going to a nightclub called Underground, so whilst a few people went for the touristy exploring, most of us girls just went shopping (department stores - oh how I have missed them). We are eating dinner in one of the best and most exclusive restaurants in Calcutta (and it is actually affordable too) so that should be nice.

Ooh, I like Calcutta - despite the flooding!

Day 30 - Varanasi

Another day in crazy Varanasi.

We woke up at sunrise for a boat trip on the Ganges. The boatmen rode us along the Ghats, so we got a great view of everything going on. Hundreds of people were bathing - they all grinned at waved at us as we passed. There was also people washing their clothes - hundreds of saris of every colour were spread on the steps to dry in the sun - very picturesque.

The day was spent pottering about, and sitting on the rooftop cafe of the hotel, avidly reading Shantaram. The wind really picked up, and the sky clouded over, so it was nice and fresh (it's not truly cool very often - so air conditioning and rare cloudy days are relished!).

At sunset we went back out on the boat. We had a couple of musicians, a sitar and tabla player, and they played Rajas whilst we rocked in the boat. We had hundreds of candles with us to light and float on the river, but unfortunately the wind was so strong that every time we lit one it just blew straight out - ah well, was a nice idea.

Day 29 - Varanasi

I'm in Varanasi... holiest of holy towns, after an overnight train from Agra. Holy cows are everywhere (and holy cow poo too). Sadhus on every street corner, and begger girls sell garlands and candles to float on the river.

I can see the Ganges from my balcony - the river is wider and slower flowing than in Rishikesh, and a dull brown colour. Everything is going on here - births and deaths. 30 sewers feed into the ganges, and bodies are contantly being cremated on the burning ghats and sprinkled into the water, whilst right next to all this hundreds of people immerse themselves in the river and use it to wash out their mouths and eyes - it's craziness. But no-one bats an eyelid - the Indians believe that the Ganga is so pure that it cleans everything instantly. It is not rare to see a body float by the boat, thumbs tied to toes, whilst the boatman simultneously leans over to drink from the river.

Shiva's presence is said to be in Varanasi, and all the death ceremonies that go on here are due to the belief that if a Hindu were to have his ashes sprinkled in the Gangta he or she would skip 7 cycles of death and rebirth - even better, if they were to die here they would go straight heaven. So the city is full of people waiting to die - but everyone is somehow quite joyful because they know they will fast-track it to heaven! So, all a bit crazy.

We went to the ghats at sunset to see the ceremony - lots of clanging and music whilst Brahmin priest waves incence and torches around in synch, very cool. Then we had dinner and coffee in a Pizzeria, enjoying the smell of incence on the breeze and a cool wind after a day of burning sunshine - bliss!

Day 28 - Agra

Well... today I was blown away by the Taj Mahal, and I'm all Taj Mahal'ed out.

We got up at sunrise and walked around the Taj's outer gate to get a view of it from the river. The sunrise gave the Taj a warm glow, and we took a boat ride across the river and many pictures.

A gave the fort visit a miss, a instead relaxed and mooched around, saving my wonderlust for the sunset visit to the inside of the Taj Mahal area. We all met up at the hotel at about 3pm, then entered the Taj by the east gate. Initially all you see are the gardens and the red sandstone, so we sat in the shade and Hannah told us a bit about the Taj before we got our first look.

The Taj was built in 1630-1653 by the 5th Mogul emperor, Shah Jahan, as a tomb for his most beloved wife Mumtaz. When Mumtaz died giving birth to her 14 child, Shah Jahan's hair had gone white overnight. The Taj Mahal took 23 years to build, and you can't really tell from the pictures, but it is made from the finest marble, and inlaid with semi-precious stones. It looks exactly the same from all 4 sides, and the gardens and surrounding building are carefully arranged to enhance it's beauty. Shah Jahan had orinally planned to have a second Taj, made of black stone instead of marble, built across the river to house his own body. Unfortunately this never happened - the Emperor's son was a complete nutcase, and took over the rule by killing his brothers and locking up his father. When Shah Jahan died, his body was placed next to that of his wife, and is now the only thing that is not in perfect symmetrical alignment in the entire place.

With this little introduction, we walked throught the main gateway and had our first, utterly surreal, view of the Taj.






So yeah - that was amazing. Below is cheesy photo of the group in front of the Taj - I've scanned it in so quality is not great - but you get the general idea!

Some Indian Recipies....

> See cooking class post

Khadai Paneer (serves 3*) (Khadai - an indian wok used for cooking fresh vegetables, Paneer - cheese - receipe below, but tofu, feta etc. can be substituted)

Ingredients

1. 2 tbsp oil (any type - but not butter)
2. 1 small onion, finely sliced
3. Spices*: 5 black peppercorns, 2 cloves, 1 black cardamom, 2 thin 1 inch pieces of cinnamon stick, 1/2 tsp brown cumin (don't crush or grind, put in whole and remove before serving)
4. 1 tbsp coriander seeds powder, 2 cloves garlic, 2 inches ginger - mixed together in a blender with a small amount of water to form a paste
5. 2 small tomatoes - crushed/ground with a little water, keep seeds and skin!
6. 2 green peppers - cut into smallish pieces
7. 1 small onion - peeled, cut into 4 pices and seperated
8. 100g paneer - cut in cubes (can substitute tofu, feta, mozzerella)

Method

• Heat oil (1) in pan and add onions (2)
• When onions start to brown, add all of the whole spices (3)
• When onions are brown, quickly add powder spices (4) and paste (5) and 1/4 cup of water (1 cup is approx 125ml)
• Simmer on low heat for 3/4 minutes until water has blended in and mixture is thick
• The oil will seperate and run on top of the mixture

-- you now have a basic curry base, and can add anything you like for an alternative meal--

• Add tomato paste (6) and cook again until mixture thickens and oil is on top

-- again, this is a basic curry base - this time tomato-based--

• Add green peppers (7) and onions (8) and mix on heat for about 2 mins (should still be a bit crunchy)
• Add paneer or substitute (9) and mix well for 1 minute
• Remove from heat
• Place in serving bowl,
• Sprinkle with garam masala and grated paneer (optional - see below for explination of Garam Masala**)

* - note on cooking for larger quantities - if you double the servig, you must double all the quantities except the whole spices - these you should just add a little more (say a 1/4 extra)

** - Garam Masala - Mixture of spices that can be made or bought ready made.

Paneer

Ingredients

1. 1 ltr milk - full cream
2. 1/2 lemon or lime

Method

• Bring milk to the boil
• When boiling add lemon/lime (2) and boil for 2/3 mins more
• Turn off heat and strain through cloth (cotton or cheese cloth)
• Take 4 corners of cloth and tighten
• Place on flour surface and put 4-5 kg on tom for between 1/2 to 2 hours
• Remove weight and open cloth, paneer is ready

Chipati* also called Roti (Makes 5-7 chipati/roti)

Ingredients

1. 100g wholewheat/wholemeal flour
2. Pinch salt
3. 125ml water

Method

• Put flour(1) in large plate
• Add salt (2) and mix
• Add 1/4 of water (3) and mix with hand
• Continue adding water by tsp until mixture is a dough (consistancy of chewing gum)
• Form into ping-pong size balls
• Roll in flour then roll into flat disc (about tea saucer size) with a rolling pin - always use flour
• Heat a pan (roti pan, frying pan will prob be ok) - high heat is necessary, the whole process below should take less than a minute per roti!
• Cook on one side till small bubbles appear, then flip
• Cook on other side till big bubbles appear then flip
• Roll up a kitchen towel, and use it to press and turn the roti all the way round - it should puff up like a little pillow, turn over at this point)
• Turn and repeat

*N.B - to make naan breads - recipe is same but use refined white flour instead and add 1/2 an egg to mixture. Roll out thicker than for a chipatti and cook on a lower heat for longer for longer

Well - that is all the recipes for the mo - maybe skip the paneer making if you think it sounds too arduous - I think the Khadai recipe would work just as well, if not better, with one of the mentioned substitutes! Oh, and try the Khadai recipe with other veg maybe, and definately attempt the Chipatis - yummy.

If you try one, put a comment to let me know how it goes. If you like these, I'll type the recipe for Palak Paneer/Aloo Ghobi - indian fast food!

Day 27 - Fatehpur Sikri/Agra

Yeeees! My last grotty bus ride is finished!! Today was the worst travel day to date (maybe excluding the puking bus)...

We left about 5.30 in the morning - it was still dark and the strees were eerie and abandoned. The sun rose about 6.30 and it got hooot. We hopped on an early bus (supposedly luxury - only true in comparison to local buses that is) and travelled for 4 hours until we reached Fatehpur Sikri, the abandoned city. We were heading to Agra, but stopping for lunch and to visit the amazing Moghul-built fort in Fatehpur Sikri. Sweat dripped off our faces the whole journey, but I managed to snatch some sleep, and read the first part of Shantiram (fantastic book, read it read it - and incidently it's about to be made into a movie starring none other than Johnny Depp!).

To reach the fort area we all took horse and carridge, and then met our slick guide, Peter, who would show us round the fort. The fort was built in the 16th century, by the Moghul Emperor Akhbar, and was the capital of the Moghul empire for a brief 10 years. The whole thing was built with great care, and different palaces and temples built in different architectural styles for Akhbar's wives and concubines. His bed was huuuge, and was wide enough to sleep twelve (the real king-sized bed!!)


The day was very hot, and when took our shoes off to enter the mosque, we had to run across the couryard to avoid burning the souls of our feet. I wondered around with my umbrella to avoid getting sunburn!

After the fort we ate homemade thali in a small cafe and caught our last bus. Our destination was Agra - home of the famous Taj Mahal. (I have an amusing picture of me and Lisa crammed into the back of the local bus - will borrow it at some point so I can upload it). Our hotel for the night is a few paces from the East Gate of the Taj Mahal itself and although the Taj is hidden from view, we will wake up at sunrise tomorrow and walk to the lake for a free view of the Taj in the morning light.

Day 26 - Jaipur

Today was a free day - and we did not a lot! I got up early-ish and spent a large amount on a substandard breakfast (India never ceases to amuse me - my experience thus far is the more you spend on your meal, the worse the food is... Anna jokes that we pay for air conditioning). I then joined a few other girls for a browse of the cities high-end shops.

We hopped aboard a waiting rickshaw (they hang about our hotel all day waiting for use to come out) and went to Anokhi, an English style shop with no hassle, higher prices, and a small cafe attached selling the most delicious carrot cake I've ever tasted. We relished the air-conditioning, until the power went out (work on the lines) and we decided to move on.

On foot this time, and sweating like hell (it really was very hot), we traipsed to the next shop, FabIndia, and again languished in the cool air-conditioning. After we were done there, we decided to finish for the day, and grab some lunch. We risked eating a small restaurant that hadn't been recommended on the sheet, but was just across the road. The food was pleasantly suprising - cheap and very delicious. We vowed not to be so worried about which restaurants are recommended and not - Hannah calls the Lonely Planet the 'Lonely Panaroid', and it is sometimes easy to see why!

After lunch we walked back to the hotel, showered, and raced downstairs to join the bollywood contingent. Bad news... we were due to visit the most luxurious cinema in Asia, the Raj Mandir, but the new film, Lage Raho Munna Bhai, is so much anticipated that there have been riots and fights for the tickets (these guys really love their movies - can you imagine that happening in England?), so we are forced to go to Space Cinema instead. Ajit, the trainee guide, queued for tickets for us all day (now that's dedication) so we got tickets in the front row. We loaded up with popcorn and drinks, cranked back our seats, and enjoyed the bollywood goodness for 3 great hours. The film was in Hindi, with no subtitles - but the storyline quite easy to follow, and we roared with laughter all the way through (although usually at different times to everyone else!). People all got very excited - they were cheering, clapping, laughing and crying - it was definately the craziest movie experience ever! I recommend it for some bollywood hilarity...

Day 25 - Jaipur

We are now in the capital of Rajistan, Jaipur. It is a big city, bit like Delhi, and quite hot. We arrived after catching yet another bus at about midday. We are staying in Diggi Palace - a hotel slightly removed from the chaos of Jaipur in a small, green boulevard. The staff all wonder around in blue shirts and berets - the whole place is strangely clean and unfriendly after cheerful, grotty Pushkar.

The whole city is called the pink city, because some time a long while ago someone important was visiting the city and the Maharajah ordered all the houses to be painted pink, the colour of welcome (at his expense of course). The pink is really a odd dirty salmon colour that doesn't hold up well to close inspection, but it looks nice from high up.

After a quick tour of the city (aargh - worst touts ever!) we levered our way onto a packed local bus for the 5R ride to the Amber Palace, where the Moghuls lived. Again, more fighting our way through touts trying to sell us paintings/models/postcards and wouldn't take no as an answer. We paid for a guide, and he showed us round the palace, pointed out the artwork and explained the ingenious air conditioning system in broken English. The fort was amazingly decorated, and the views beautiful. But we were in a hurry, so it was back down the steps, fight through the touts/beggers/crazy stoned indian ladies (yeah, the latter was a scary first experience).



In the evening we ate at an air conditioned restaurant with the most expensive, but worst food and surliest waiters to date. Oh dear! Still, it was Nicole's birthday so we had chocolate cake. Tomorrow we are going to see a bollywood movie - much fun!

Day 24 - Pushkar

It probably comes as no suprise to anyone that I did not manage to get up at 5am this morning to climb a huge hill. Instead I had a lie in, washed some clothes, ate masses of muesli and fruit salad for lunch and have spend most of the day pottering round the town and bumping into people laden down with purchases. I have been quite restrained - and have only bought a few little things (no need to sell the house yet ma - well within my daily budget).

The funny indian doctor popped in to the hostel today to see one of the delhi-belly guys, so I managed to grab him for a quick look at my bites. There is no such thing as prescription in India, everything can be bought over the counter - and the doctor just suggested antibiotic tablets. Hannah and I looked at each other then said "just creme, thankyou", so the doctor is bringing me some cream later on - all sorted for next to no price. And my poor nose - it looks as if I've been in a brawl! To be honest - i'll take a bruised nose and blisters over Delhi belly any day. I am slowly getting more exerimental in my food choices - today I risked a fresh smoothy from a juicebar - yum.

I will spend the rest of the day pottering around, trying to not spend all of my money! I may go to the Brahma temple, as it is the only one, and Brahma, the creator, is one of the three main hindu gods along with Vishnu, the preserver,and Shiva, the destroyer.

On a further note - I have discovered why it is the only one in the world: Apparently Brahma went down to the lake in Pushkar one morning for his puja (morning prayers). His wife attended puja with him every morning, but this particular morning she was running late. After waiting for her for a while, Brahma get very angry and married someone else (like you do) and took puja with his new wife instead. About an hour later his original wife turned up, she had been inadvertantly delayed. When she found Brahma with his new wife she was very annoyed and cursed her husband "you will only ever be worshipped here, in Pushkar" then went off to live a life of solitude in the mountains.
So now Brahma has no temples but the one here, and is not worshipped anywhere in the world but Pushkar. That's a true story :-)

Day 23 - Pushkar

Somewhere different again! Today we are in Pushkar after a jeep ride, two local buses, and a walk. We are staying in the Purple Garden hostel - frequented by chilled out staff who have drunk too many Bhang Lassis (bhang is a derivative of marijuana - they make them into deadly Lassi's, omelettes, everything. You see a "special" on the menu that is about 10 times the price of the other items, you know it's got bhang in it)

Pushkar is great for shopping - it also is a very holy town because it is the home of the only Brahma temple in the world. It has a beautiful lake, where we sat eating our dinner (pizza) and watched the sun go down to the music from the street entertainers.

Tomorrow morning some people are getting up at 5 to hike the hill behind the city, and watch the sun rise from the temple on the top. Not sure if I can wake that early - but will try!

Day 22 - Jojawar

Well, now I am in Jojawar - a village that is really in the middle of nowhere, staying in a Maharajas palace (well, big house really!) called Rawla Jojawar

Bit of a mission to get here though. Last night we had a birthday meal with cake and candles, then pancakes at the Rainbow rooftop cafe. We got to bed quite late, then had to wake early to catch a bus for the 4 hr journey to the town nearest to Jojawar, our next location. The maharajah and one of his lads picked us up in a couple of jeeps, and we were driven across bumpy, bad roads for about an hour before reaching his home. The maharajah was a baad driver (to much being driven around all his life I guess) and at one point he nearly spun the jeep after cutting by a lorry too fast. On the mountainous, jungly way to Jojawar we passed a wildlife reserve. We tried to spot the Grizzlies and wolves we were told were there, but all we say were tonnes of monkeys gazing at us with their furry,black faces as we whooshed by.

We arrived at the huge house and a little boy beat on the drum and the porters rushed out and took our bags. We were ushered into a marble room, and given cool clothes and glasses of pepsi - really was heaven. Me and Lisa shared a room, and it had air-conditioning, a balcony, and a huge marble shower room. Bit posher than we were used to! We met everyone for late lunch (buffet style) then raced to the pool (yes - pool) to claim the best sunloungers. The day was just relaxed - sunbathing and swimming - I got my henna tube out and henna'd some ankled (Murrey had "I love India", which has earned much interest - don't think Indians get irony). The boys brought us lassis and water, and in the evening we drank (very expensive) wine and were entertained by musicians before our delicious meal.

Unfortunately the day in paradise was not all sunshine and roses, several of us are suffering from Delhi belly. My stomach is just pootling along normally so, in a bid to even things out a bit, I managed to swim into the side of the marble pool (bruised nose, bump on head) and get eaten by something I seem to be fiercely allergic to (many many blisters - eech). All good fun!