July 14 2014 -- Ludhiana and Khanna

[Hello--I am Susan Walker, Hansi Tripe's cousin and Rob Tripe's cousin-in law. Since I have no exciting trip planned for 2014, I thought I'd make a blog out of Hansi and Rob's emails and photos to all their friends and relatives. The pair are experiencing India for the second time and loving it all over again and the blog will allow them to review their trip when over and to share it with all. ]

Hi all--

Today was the first day of our marketing tour for the week, Ludhiana and Khanna. I won't belabour the marketing part (see past e-mails) other than to say we "bagged" five students for the programs which more than paid for the trips. On a daily basis we only saw a handful of students (or none at all) so we're picking up the dregs, I would say.

Anyway, the trips through the countryside, small villages and larger towns were full of the (un)usual sights and I've included a few pix: the furnishers putting their wares right out on the street, the lemonade stand, the vendors in an intersection (sorry for the reflection of my shirt off the window glass in the vehicle) and, to boot, I didn't even notice the elephant near the bus stand until after I got back and uploaded the photos to my computer! As I say, every day brings another story.

Furniture for sale at streetside

Bus stop with elephant that didn't register until after I got home and took a look at my photos

Lemonade Stand

Vendors

We stopped at a McDonalds for brekky and I took some photos of the menus since some of you has asked. Pretty much they are self-explanatory although when they say "sausage", the patties are made with chicken, not pork etc. Also, Indian spices are added to just about every sandwich - not necessarily a bad thing but the sandwiches are not great to begin with (all of the chicken patties are gross) except for the McPaneer Royale which I had. I was going to go for an egg something but last week Meenakshi had the McPaneer and it looked pretty good. The coffee is OK, the same as we'd get in Canada and not instant. As you can see from the gang ordering, the interior is the same os we're used to. On the whole, I'd rather stop at an Indian Dhaba (roadside restaurant), have a parantha and chai and get stared at by all and sundry.

McDonald's Choices

McDonald's choices including the McPaneer

By the way, you either get used to being stared at quite openly or wear a full-on burka to shroud yourself or you get on a plane and go home. The staring is not rude, just open curiosity in much the same way that a child will stare at someone or something. After a few days you stop noticing, the same as you stop noticing cows and bulls along the roads and munching grass in your neighbourhood.

Rob

January 27, 2015 -- Lunch at Harpreet's; Street Vendors

Well, you know that we are back in the old neighbourhood, if only for a few more days.

Yesterday, we went off to Harpreet’s house for a lunch of saag, corn roti, dal and raita.  The saag seems to be a heavy favourite here and I believe we have determined that it is cooked mustard greens, rather than spinach which it sort of looks like, when cooked.  The spinach is called palak, often with cheese, called palak paneer.  It looks like a greenish, greyish puree (mess) – not very appetizing to look at but quite tasty – and the saag looks exactly the same to me.  Anyhow, this combo is a favourite of Harpreet and her Dad, and the meal was delicious.

Her house is not really that far from us.  She lives in Phase 2 and we live in Phase 3B2.  So we set off to walk, with a planned stop to buy her flowers at our local flower market.

Like SO many of the little businesses here, the flower shop is an area on the pavement rather than in a building.  Yesterday being Republic Day, the “florist’s” stock looked sort of decimated by previous sales, but he still had roses and baby’s breath – and set about to make us a bunch.

He started with the ferns (I might have put them last) and made what seemed like a tight ball of them which he then snipped at - again and again – with thinning shears(?) using exaggerated flourishes with his arm.  Next he placed the baby’s breath and then slowly, one by one, he placed the 10 yellow and 10 red roses – with painstakingly careful precision.  Finally he was done and secured the bunch together.  No wait - he’s NOT done!   Do we want a cello sleeve?  Sure we do.  And then after that, he decided we needed a ribbon and upon further deliberation, he decided we needed another ribbon. And then he had to curl the ribbon tails with the scissors.  And then he had to sliver each tail into many strands with his fingers – all with theatrical arms waving and a very serious look on his face - while we stood on one foot and then the other – waiting to set off for Harpreet’s.

We were put in mind of a great scene from Love Actually, where a fellow is trying to surreptitiously buy jewelery without his wife catching him, but is thwarted by the clerk (Rowan Atkinson) who is painstakingly slow and methodical.

Finally had to take a rickshaw to lunch (but walked home). And it is a good thing we did, because our route took us past a UMT barber, which we have wanted to photograph - AND another shoemaker.

UMT stands for Under the Mango Tree and I guess it was coined by us Canadians here in 2004.  Many barbers are just set up outside, under a tree (where they can nail a mirror) beside the sidewalk.  They leave their chair, inverted in place, when they go home at night.  This guy – about to shave his customer - did not have a tree, but was set up beside the wall of our park.  UMT haircut is about Rs.20 (under 50 cents)

Around the corner from him was a shoemaker.  I will include his picture and of another shoemaker we snapped earlier this week.  Just a little area of sidewalk and a throw-mat is all that is required to set up shop.  Please note that there is a little assortment of replacement thongs for broken, dollar store flip-flops.  (Broken things get repaired here that us North Americans just throw away.)

Although I am not sure you can see the detail in my last picture, it is of the street sweepers who were cleaning up our main road the other day.  Man with a cart, lady with rake, and two other sweepers – already squatting on the sidewalk to enjoy the chai which was just handed over the gate of the posh house to the right, as I walked past.  Someone inside had thought to make this foursome tea, which was then carefully delivered in china cups on a china tray over the wall.  It was such a nice gesture, and I thought to myself, “I have never taken a cup of coffee out to our garbage collector or the man who drives our street sweeper….”

Street Sweeper

Ok – the last, LAST picture is of the kigelia Africana which I already sent to some of you.  If I actually sent it to ALL of you – chalk it up to “brain fade” on my part.

Kigelia Africana

This large tree fascinated me in 2004 and now I find there is a stand of them in Phase 3B2 on the main street.  They have large, dark red flowers which drop off on the sidewalk day by day, and after the flowers, they grow very large “fruit” (woody) which hangs from long, vine-like stems.  I think they look like sandbags, and believe me, they get almost that big.  They are thought to have medicinal properties concerning skin conditions.  Please google.

I have to add one more thing.  Back in 2004, the "sandwich" was virtually unknown here, but in 2014 they are EVERYWHERE -- served grilled and cut diagonally in half.  Most people buy one half, as the sandwich bread is very large -- 6 inches square -- and BTW, just as lousy as it was in 2004.  Not sure why.  Thin, sort of tasteless with poor consistency.  Not like our bread.  My colleague  Amandeep, in the English department, just LOVES these things and would rush off to the cafeteria for a veggie sandwich whenever she felt the least pang of hunger. Many feel the same, judging by the numbers of people who frequent these stalls.  You can see that the choices are many, though I wouldn't recommend any of them.

 

Hansi

January 23 -- Kochi again on the way back to Delhi

The drive from Madurai to Kochi was a much longer trip – 8 hours in the car – though I think we determined that the driver took us quite a bit out of the way,  using a poor choice of route.  Oh well…

We had pre-booked a place called the Hotel Dewland – with a Kochi address - on Agoda.com  but it really was not in Kochi at all, but out of town.  It WAS closer to the airport than we would have been in Kochi proper, but let’s just say we were in the sticks.

The manager was all hot to book us up with jeep tours, elephant washing excursions, deer park excursions trip to a waterfall and we had only one day there.  There was an elephant training center down the road, but that was not on offer.

We seemed to be almost the only guests, so in the end, we agreed to the elephant washing and the deer park – gov’t. well-run deer rescue sort of place (though we have seen very good examples of the two different deer down here already).

This was a very new property (Agoda wants me to be the first one to review it) only 6-months old, so it was clean, bright and well- appointed.  And empty.  The dining room was nice but we couldn’t have a beer in it (main floor, and “this is a family establishment”) but we could get beer and our dinner one flight up in a club room.  Fine.  Someone came to our door well before dinner with a menu to find out what we wanted to eat when the time came. I guess they didn’t want to kill their elephant for just one sandwich¹.   So, we kept the menu to peruse and the waiter agreed to come back for our order.  We were delighted with the unusual dishes and were ready with our choices when he returned.

Rob said, “I’ll have the sweet and s our prawns.”  Sorry sir.  Not available.

“You don’t have prawns?”  No sir.

“Did you ever?  Is it because they’re gone???”  Not available sir.

So we settled on two orders of satay chicken with peanut sauce.   “Sorry sir.  Not available.”

“You don’t have satay chicken?”   Not available.

“Well, what do you have?” 

We have chop suey, fried rice, fried noodles . . . .

“That’s it??????  That’s ALL you HAVE?????”  (can you hear the squawk in my voice?)

We have sandwiches!

“Ahhh. (scan the menu) We’ll have a chicken burger!” Not available sir.

So, in the end, I ordered a chicken salad sandwich (if any chicken was harmed in the making of that sandwich, I’ll be damned) and Rob had the egg & mayo which might make you think egg salad (as it did HIM) but no.  More omelet-like with mayo and cukes (and Indian spices).

I’m sorry to report that the food choices never got better – or bigger.   They did have soup and fries, which I think we had the next day.  The buffet breakfast was Indian only and Spartan.  I love Indian food, but Idli and Sambar at 8 a.m. is more than I can take.

Food aside, next morning we set off with a driver to go down the road to see elephants getting their morning scrub.  There was no audience participation, unfortunately, and really not much of a show, but it was a way to give these fellows some money for what they do.

Next, the deer park.  The deer were in enclosures, but with lots of room to roam.  Not exactly sure why they were there, but they were well fed, the park lovely and well-maintained.

What we liked, though, was the forest itself.  It was full of birds, many of which were elusive, but we entertained ourselves AND our driver birdwatching until our time was up.  Saw the wonderful Goldenback Woodpeckers again and again in those trees, and the Jungle Owlet.  Once we got our owlet eyes on, we discovered the place was lousy with them.  They are day feeders.

 

Anyway, the manager was very nice (obsequious) and really wanted our feedback (he really didn’t) and accommodated us the next day for a very late check-out as we discovered our flight out of Kochi airport was delayed one hour, and then another. And then another.  So our original check out time of 5 became 10 pm by the time we left – now expecting our flight to leave Kochi at 2 a.m.

Alas – not to be.  Hour by hour, we kept getting delayed until finally they announced that our flight would leave at 7 a.m. (an 11-hour delay, all told).  Not the BEST night we’ve ever had, and a sad way to end a great trip – but, unfortunately fog is a huge problem which delays flights and trains at Delhi and Chandigarh (the cold northern parts) in December and January, and THAT was the issue.  Our flight could not leave Kochi until it was going to be able to land in Delhi.

So, we did get back to Delhi, and we did get to the Hotel Uppal we had booked in Delhi for the previous night (when we thought we would arrive at 11 p.m.) – just at noon (check-out time) the next day – but they allowed us to have a few hours to shower and rest and then at two we rushed off again to the train station, and our final leg of the journey.

So, we are back in Chandigarh (Mohali, really) packing up.  Rob and I have another marketing trip to do on Wednesday, apparently and we will also want to go out to CIIS one more time to say our good-byes.

Tomorrow, my friend Shilpa, who was a student here in 2004 will come for a visit from Hoshiarpur.  She will be ten years older.  I’m glad I’m not.

Hansi 

¹ That was a very old joke of my father’s, so please don’t be calling the SPCA

January 15, 2015 -- In Madurai

Rob will be covering all the temple/palace stuff we did in Madurai, but I have to send you a few pictures that interested me.

We checked into the hotel in Madurai, and could actually see something of the temple we came to photograph from our bedroom window, but Rob thought if we could get up to the roof he would have a better view.

I was skeptical that we would be allowed to do that, but Rob enquired of a guy from Housekeeping, who said, “Yes, of course Sir, next floor”, and pointed to the stairs.  So we walked up.  There was a spa in the process of being built up there, and a utility room, but all the other rooms were a construction site, with all kinds of safety hazards all over the floor and no windows (in the top floor of this lovely hotel- completely unguarded and open to anyone who might stumble on it (though you really wouldn’t want to stumble IN it).  We were the only 2 up there, BTW.

The streets of Madurai were teeming with holiday-minded people because of Pongal.  Aside from shopping for new clothes, going to Temple is a very important part of the festival, so of course we saw line-ups of supplicants waiting for a chance to get inside the temple to give thanks and also lots of “pilgrims” from outside the city (dressed alike in dhotis (sarongs), jewellery and no shirt (men only in these groups) who have come for the same reason.

Outside AND inside the temple gates were plenty of vendors selling fruit and flowers to offer the gods.  One man came in front of the temple gate next to me, touched the ground in supplication, and put a mark of turmeric on his forehead, then  suddenly SMASHED a coconut from shoulder height (which he produced from nowhere) onto the pavement next to me.  Then sauntered away.  I pictured myself in emerg. getting a huge piece of coconut shell pulled out of my calf.  Maybe a regular occurrence here .  No, luckily it didn’t happen to me.

The vending carts offered slightly different treats to the things we see in the north.  There was a guy selling what looked like peeled banana hunks, but was NOT.   Both the seller and a shopper said it was pulabulamy (that is phonetic, folks) which I hoped to find described on Google.  Google does not know what the heck I’m talking about, so if you know anybody from Tamil Nadu, please ask them what this fruit is.

Coconut – very important here, and being sold by vendors as pieces of mature coconut meat, or as a whole young coconut with the top lopped off to sup the milk and then scoop out the soft custardy unformed coconut.

Coconut Custard

Coconut Wala

Bananas – VERY important here , and a countless variety of them in the stalls – all with their own flavour  -  Hanging in great “hands” or still upside down on their stalks.  Bright yellow – sometimes green.

I said that every family had to lay in sugar cane for making Pongal confections.  Well, the market too was selling all kinds of sweets – including the giant blocks of something transparent with nuts and rose petals?  embedded in them.  From the web, I deduce it is a kind of halwa called Bombay mahim halwa,  made from sugar, ghee, fine ground seminola and then cooked until transparent.

Even with all the hubbub on the streets of shoppers, vendors, pilgrims – a real crush of people – shopkeepers were still able to enjoy a lovely cup of tea, thanks to the young delivery fellow who had a tea urn on the back of his bicycle.

I include a picture of a great family we talked to while waiting outside the palace for The Light show to begin.   We SORT OF talked to them.  It was evident that there was some English spoken and understood.  The two gals on the your left in the photo are twins, and it was evident that the family is mighty proud to have a set of twins.  This family wanted to interact with me, or Rob and me.  But, it started when the little boy standing on your right in the photo came running up to me, all delight and smiles, rubbing his hands through HIS hair and pointing to mine.  He was just fascinated by blond hair (don’t say it!) and I guess he and maybe all of them had never seen hair that colour. That kid could not get enough of my hair!!!  The Dad later said, “Everyone here has black hair,”  which reminded me that this truly is NOT a cosmopolitan country yet.  Anyhow, the little boy was sooooooo cute and I couldn’t help flirting with him, so finally approached the family who were getting a real kick out of the interaction between their little son and me.  That was when they told me about the twins etc. and asked to take a snap (as they say here) with moi, so I took their picture too. 

I have so many pictures of the street markets in Madurai.  Mostly I am intrigued by the strange fruits, vegetables or confections.  Or the COLOUR of those same things catches my eye.  Or the  good nature and industry of these vendors (like the tea delivery guy) doing jobs their fathers did and THEIR fathers before them. 

Everyone seems to be out on the street in this wonderful mayhem.  Why would anyone want to stay inside  making beds or playing cribbage when such a world awaited outside. 

In a week we fly home. There will be no hustle and bustle outside 17 Rebecca.  No night markets, no cows, parantha griddles, firecrackers, temple chanting or chai walas will I find on our street.  They will be missed.

Hansi

January 22, 2015 -- The Drive to Madurai

Rob will have filled you in on the Madurai experience – i.e. looking for and photographing the temple and palace which good old Uncle Linny photographed in 1858 in Madurai (like we did in Tanjore in October). So I will fill in the cracks.

We left Periyar by car/driver on Jan. 15 and had a lovely drive to Madurai.  Our driver was able to give us some points of interest along the way – notably rubber plantations, tea gardens and tea factory, spice gardens, and brickyards and was quite willing to yank the wheel over and stop on a dime (er… rupee) so that we could take pictures. 

The rubber trees are planted in rows.  Each tree has a tap, with a half- coconut shell to catch the rubber sap.  Above each tap/shell a little awning has been attached to the tree to keep out rain.  Many, many rubber plantations and thousands of trees did we see.

Tea is also grown in this neck of the woods (like we saw in Assam 2004).  The tea bushes have enough space all around each to leave room for pickers, thus  creating a beautiful pattern from a distance.  This was a very lush area.

Kerala, but specifically the area we were now driving through, grows and is notable for SPICES.  Cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, curry leaf – just to name a few – so you can imagine all the shops and “spice garden tours” offered along the way.  Our driver thought we should stop at one, (Kick back! Kick back!) and though we said we were NOT shopping (having bought spice in Kochi on our first pass) we agreed to take a spice garden tour.  Well, the tour was really not of a garden of many spice trees, but rather a walk down through a grouping of one-of-a-kind spice trees while the “guide” told us what each was and what medicinal properties it had.  Can’t remember what that “tour” cost us, but I suppose we got as much from that as seeing a huge spread of trees.  We agreed to go inside the shop afterwards, only because they grow coffee too, and we were in need of some more ground filter coffee, which turned out to be NOT BAD, but we prefer the roast blend we have been buying here at Barista.

Bird-wise, we saw again and again on phone lines, the magnificent Indian Roller (which we spotted in Chennai last Fall).  They seem to prefer open fields.

Indian Roller

Now, in the North we see many brick factories sporting tall chimneys as we drive to work -- and they are all over the Punjab.  However, the method of making brick seems to be different in Kerala. 

We kept seeing smoke in the distance -- like someone’s field or house was on fire -- but as we would approach the source of the smoke, it would turn out to be a brick structure (not well made) covered with a thatched roof, and with an opening – full of more bricks being “baked “ by a wood fire inside (we surmise).  Each of these kilns that we passed basically looked like a house on fire -- belching smoke from every crevice.

Brick Kiln

Brick Making

Again and again, we saw cars, trucks, houses adorned with a sprig of some kind of herb or dried leafy plant ( tied to the bumper, or over the door jamb).  We finally deduced from the driver that this was like a good luck charm, but did not know that it was directly related to Pongal, an important, 4 -day holiday/celebration which was beginning that very day.  I believe that plant was Neem, according to Google.

In every tiny town that we came to, there were piles of long sugar cane, with the leaves still attached – being sold at market.  We passed bicyclers, motorcyclists, car and truck drivers – all carrying home several stalks of sugar cane, and it turns out that this too was related to Pongal, as it is customary to make traditional Pongal sweets at this time.   Pongal is celebrated slightly differently in each State of India, but in Tamil Nadu it is a four-day-long event, with the second day being the biggest.  It celebrates the harvest, and honours animals.  It is a time for buying new clothes and discarding old ones, and believe me, the shops in Madurai were doing a box office business!  We saw people bathing their cows, already prettied up with painted horns.  Google Pongal.  There is too much to write here, but we did see rangolis in front of homes, temples, on signage (also mentioned by Google).

Sugar Cane Transport

Sugar Cane Transport

You all may be getting sick of all these pictures, but everything seems new and fascinating to us.  This is a whole other world.

More in the next installment.

Hansi

January 22, 2015 -- Madurai: South Gopurum

Hi all

I've gotten some responses to my Madurai photographs and clarifications from cousins Barbara and Janet which I'll pass along.
 

Barbara:

"Also a comment about the absence of people in Linny pics, for instance in the Causeway shot: it's because his long exposure caused them to disappear, except for "ghosts" of folks who stood on one spot for a long time while his shutter was open. You can spot them on the Linny print if you know what you're looking for. Same thing would be true for long exposures today." Still not so many folks as there are today!
 

Janet:

"Was also particularly pleased with the two photos you took inside Trimul Naik's choultry, but please note that you've inadvertently paired your view of the central nave with Linny's view of the side aisle (Phot 107), and your view of the side aisle with Linny's view of the central nave (Phot 116)." Egads - if that's my only error, Linny will just have to give me a pass!
 

I decided to pass along some shots of the South Gopurum so you all can appreciate the incredible amount of carving and painting in this temple complex. This detail is matched throughout - I can only imagine how many artists and craftsmen were involved nor how long it took to complete. Hard to tell from Linny's photographs whether the painting was as elaborate back then or whether it had faded or ? In any case, all of the temples in the South are painted with these same colour schemes. Enjoy.

 

January 22, 2015 -- More of Uncle Linnaeus Tripe's Madurai

Photos: No 21 as it is now. Detail, base of one of the pillars on the left side of the Gopurum. Dancing girl now almost buried because the roadway has been raised by more than a meter. The other show interior shots packed with vendors. Also a solitary pillar (like a lampost).

Photo 21

Photo 21

January 22, 2015 -- Uncle Linnaeus Tripe's Madurai

Hi all

 

We are back in the apartment in Mohali after a fairly epic tour of Jim Corbett National Park, the state of Kerala and, lastly, Madurai in Tamil Nadu. Hansi has written (or will write) about much of the journey so I'm focusing on the adventure in Madurai, home of the Meenakshi Temple Complex and Madurai Palace.
 

I have quite a few photos so I'll send several e-mails with a brief overview of each 'batch', beginning with this one.
 

As you will doubtless recall, my great, great, great, gr. . . etc. Uncle Linnaeus Tripe, a Captain in the East India Company, journeyed to Tamil Nadu in 1858 taking photographs as the official photographer to the Madras (now Chennai) Government. Two of the cities he visited were Tanjore (which I wrote about last time) and Madura. In particular, he photographed the great temple of Meenakshi in Madura along with the Madura Palace (aka Thirumalai Naickar Mahal). Since we were in the neighbourhood anyway, we decided to take a side trip to Madurai to try to capture some "then versus now" photographs and visit Uncle Linny's old stomping grounds.
 

As with Tanjore, the fact that I, a Tripe, was re-visiting the same grounds as another Tripe had, only 156 years later, is just amazing. And, to be standing in close to the same spot as he must have stood, gazing at the same scene (well, sort of) is a unique experience - I am so glad to have had the chance to do this and only wish all of us Tripe descendants could have been there together.
 

The Temple complex is, in a word, awesome! The sheer size (city blocks long on each side), complexity of the carving and art work and architecture are a tad overwhelming. If you add the crowds of people (the Pongal festival was in full swing, look up Pongal on Google) filling the narrow side streets in addition to the vendors spilling out onto the sidewalks and streets - it was both a bazaar and bizarre atmosphere. We walked to/from the temple complex on the day we arrived (Thursday, January 15 after lunch) and just drank in the hubbub. It was about a 25 minute walk to the complex and, if you add in all of the walking around the perimeter, we were nackered by the time we got back to the Hotel. It was good to stretch our legs after the drive from Pariyar, though.

 

Cousin Janet is the guru of Linny's travels and provided me with copies of his photographs, a map of the temple and palace complexes and a written thumb-nail sketch of each photo! Without them we would have been completely lost and this venture would not have been the success that it was. So, a huge THANK YOU. (By the way, the Ade family Aunty Marion, Uncle Harry, Barbara and Janet have done extensive 'Tripe' research over the years - documenting the Tripe family back to Devon, England a few hundred years ago.)
 

We decided to circumnavigate the complex on Thursday afternoon to get shots of the exterior and the Gopurums (aka towers) along with the temple entrance on the East side. Linny's photographs show a deserted countryside and interior shots devoid of humanity - either he had the countryside cleared or the population simply "wasn't" (I'm sure it's the latter). Today, the complex is surrounded by narrow streets and shops and humanity. To add to the photographer's problems, some of the interior is also filled with shops so duplicating Linny's shots isn't possible. In any case, we did pretty well on the exteriors. Oh, by the way, the temperature was a very pleasant 30C . . . it was 16C and overcast here in Mohali yesterday and we don't like it so much (I know, I know - it's -4C in TO so stop your complaining, Rob).

Photos: Map, Complex plan, Nos 17, 18 and 20 from Plan