Thursday, March 5, 2020

Final Post

India's slogan is "Incredible India" and it's apt. How do you sum up a place like India? We were only there for 5 weeks, and saw 2 states a tiny bit.

We know we were cushioned by drivers and guides and hotels from a lot of the dark side, but we caught glimpses and heard stories. Even though it is not legal, the caste system still flourishes, a social class system that determines one's opportunities, with often devastating social outcomes.

There are enormous slums in the big cities, where people live in groups in the street, or crammed into jumbled cement or metal shacks. Hygiene is not universal, with people defecating in the street, and washing their bodies and teeth and clothes from a central pump or butt of water in the street, with water from both activities merging together and flowing into open sewers. Garbage is strewn everywhere among piles of cement dust and broken machinery. And decades of plastic lies everywhere. People beg on the streets, or sell tat with persistence.

India's rivers and lakes are mostly too polluted to spend time on, and Hindu rituals means that cremated remains are tossed in as well as bodies bathed for spiritual purification, adding to the problem. The smells can be overwhelming.

And yet, people gather in the evening, men together drinking chai and talking, children playing, and women working together in productive groups, happy in their community Everyone smiles back, with an endearing little head waggle side to side, which indicates a non-threatening yes-no-recognition of a human being. Family is enormously important, and family members are very close - from siblings to cousins and uncles and aunties and beyond. There is a lot of respect for age.

Education, agriculture and health care are foci of the current regime and middle class parents spend every penny they can earn on their children's futures. School are full, and almost all children in school learn at least three languages: Hindi, their regional/state language, and English. India graduates an astonishing number of engineers and medical professionals. Working for a university or for the government are both highly esteemed, and when we say we are writers, we are admired heavily.

India must be one of the few countries that can feed and clothe itself, in fact the only thing it needs to import is fuel. Everything from bricks to mustard, pineapples to rubber, cotton to coal, and many of the most skilled textile, stone carving, jewelry making, food industry products in the world are grown, made and exported from India. Yoga and natural ayurvedic medicine originated here and India is still the source for physical and spiritual practice and healing. The rising middle class - and it is rising quickly - means more cars and motorbikes on the road, and more trucks transporting goods, which means India's overall air quality is poor. Delhi has the worst air pollution of any city in the world.

The current Prime Minister, Nahendra Modi, has pledged to invest in infrastructure and cut down on the rampant corruption of previous building projects. We saw masses of new roads being built, all over Rajasthan particularly. Many are paid for with tolls, and those that are completed were very good roads indeed. India's corruption is notorious, and it's hard to imagine how it can be removed from certain groups - the police for example.

The government has also installed rubbish bins in cities, and regular garbage pick up. It's hard to imagine for those of us who grew up in cities with public litter bins and garbage trucks that this has only been in operation here for a few years, but people readily making use of this innovation, and hopefully the littering will slow and stop in future. There is also a big campaign to remove plastic, and the entire state of Kerala, for example, has issued a ban on single use plastics. Goods are wrapped in cloth or paper. some of the hotels we stayed at had large glass bottles of water for us to use - unfortunately we still had to decant this into our plastic water bottles to use outside, but it's a start.

In fact, India is incredibly optimistic and forward-thinking, and most of the population adores their elected leader so much he was brought in for the second term easily. There is one big elephant in the room, though, that people do not want to really acknowledge, or who don't understand why it is a concern to the rest of the world. Here's the gist of it.

India's constitution was written at the time of independence and adopted in 1950. I have read this constitution and know of no other constitution I admire more. It is awesome.  It is also long - the longest constitution in the world. In it, India is defined as a sovereign, secular, socialist, democratic republic. The Indian population is very proud of its constitution and celebrates it every Republic Day (January 26).

Less than 3 months ago, in December 2019, Modi enacted the Citizen Amendment Act. This provides a path for citizenship to all illegal migrants and refugees, and it is being billed as the right thing to do for human rights. By self-registering, all minorities regardless of race or religion are able to attain full citizenship.........except Muslims.

This one exception has caused an uproar both inside and outside India, as it goes against the secular aspect of the constitution.  What about those Muslims (the largest minority in India) who have lived in India for decades, and their families for centuries? What about refugees such as the Rohingya, who are Muslim and now exposed to further exclusion to services and help, let alone ostracism and violence? What will self-registering lead to in the future - deportation?

There have been rallies in Delhi, some of them violent. Politicians have ramped up the racist rhetoric. India's reputation is at stake.  Modi's right-of-centre, nationalist beliefs threaten to undo the positive attention the rest of the world has focused on this impressive country. India's entire constitution and role as a leader in democracy can easily be undone, as it becomes yet another country that is ruled along one religion's lines.

I am optimistic of India's potential and its role in the world - it's very conceivable that it will be the world's largest economy at some point this century. But the CAA and its outcomes will have me watching carefully, and hoping saner heads prevail. The word Incredible can have many meanings and I will be interested to see which way Incredible India chooses.



Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Kochi Airport

The airport is about an hour's drive away from Kochi, and that is if there is no traffic, which is rarely. There are accidents on all Indian roads - the only one we witnessed was on that road - a tuktuk driver who now has lost his livelihood and both legs.

We were told to allow 2 hours to get there, and three hours a the airport, even though it was a domestic flight to Delhi, but because that flight will connect to our international flight back home to Vancouver.

It was overkill - we got to the airport in an hour, to find the desk wasn't open for another hour. Se we found a comfortable seat and waiting, interspersed with little walks around this gleaming space. It is not a large airport, but the more I spent time in it, and investigated its history the more my eyes opened to a truly remarkable and inspiring place.

Kochi international airport is 100% solar-powered, the first fully solar-powered airport in the world. In 2015 it won the Champion of the Earth award, the highest environmental honour bestowed by the UN.  It was India's first public-private airport venture, funded by thousands of non-resident India's that saw its first flight take off in only 1999. It is now India's 4th busiest airport for international travel.

It originally generated 50,000 units of electricity a day, and has now doubled that amount, and as of 2017 it became the first airport in the world to have a solar-powered parking area as well. Kerala suffered devastating floods in 2018, and the airport was closed briefly, but is back up and running with gleaming efficiency.
solar paneled car park

inside the international terminal

one of the cleanest, brightest gate areas of  any airport
 we've ever been to, courtesy of solar lighting

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

The Beauty of India


The beauty of India is not only the natural environment but also the absolutely stunning beauty created by Indians themselves. The photos below are of some of the stunning decoration of the Taj Mahal, a temple, a palace, a train, a hotel bathroom and a hotel room cushion. Can you tell which is which? 





Last Day Adventure

The day one leaves on an air journey to or from home, especially an extensive one, is always a little weird. It's hard to galvanize one to go off sightseeing or for a long hike, given it was 38 humid degrees. We thought about going out for lunch, or even to our earlier hotel where there was a pool, but we just couldn't get the energy to do either. I didn't want the day to be a complete bust, so I set out on my own, ostensibly to stock up on spices to take home, but at a place locals go to so the prices wouldn't be exorbitant.

The place I researched was about 15 minutes away by foot, and I enjoyed going somewhere I knew how to get to. However, when I got there, the place was closed. That is India. Places are open all the time, but if they are closed, there is no warning or sign or indication of when it might open again. So I meandered my way back to our guesthouse, passing men playing cricket in the park (it was Sunday) and children shouting and playing together in the streets. I passed a tuktuk driver who said "City Palace, Synagogue, 50 rupees, I will wait for you and bring you back". I smiled and said no thank you, as usual, as I had already been to Mattancherry and those particular places.

A minute or two along my way I paused. Mattancherry, the old bazaar area and centre for the spice trade, has a good local spice market, 3-4 hot kilometres away, and 50 rupees for a return trip is a good price. So I did what I have never done before. I went back and said "Sure, take me to Mandacherry and the spice market near the synagogue". We took off, just him and me, and rumbled our way, chatting about his children (always a safe question cheerfully answered) and work and home. He stopped in front of one place, but I said, "no, not this one, the one jsut past the synagogue." We carried on, and he stopped in front of a very decrepit building. I looked at him blankly, but he insisted "this is the best place. good prices."

So I go through this doubtful looking arch, see a rickety set of dark stairs going up, and I suddenly thought: Here I am, no one else around, on my own, and no one knows where I am. Courage, I told myself!

At the top of the stairs, I was rewarded with a the sight of large boxes of spices, including real cinnamon bark, sitting just outside a large room. Three women working in this women's cooperative venture thrust a cup of tea in my hand and asked what I was looking for. The quality was excellent, very fresh, and the prices were not astronomical. I left 10 minutes later with my parcel, found my tuktuk driver and off we went. I even allowed the driver to take me to a rug and textile shop so that he could get a coupon for lunch (the reward for taking tourists to these places). I gave him 100 rupees at the end ($2). He went off happy and I came in to a surprised and just-starting-to-get-worried Martin.
you mean I have to go in there?

sitting at the top of the stairs

Signs! (and symbols)

To anyone who has followed any of our previous travel blogs, you will know that we like signs and always like to post the more interesting or amusing specimens we come across. For India, this is that post! (plus three symbolic photos just because we like them so much)









hidden urban tiger
fish with their own stand
the best tree of life seen in India

Monday, March 2, 2020

This Guy

If anyone ever needs a driver through the north of India, this is your man.

Hemraj Singh is the best driver we've perhaps ever seen, and he negotiated the wild roads of Rajasthan effortlessly, despite the crazies he often had to contend with. He was only ever able to drive an average of 50km an hour, given the uneven quality of the roads, and he always knew where there was a good place to stop with a clean toilet and safe food.
typical toll station sign in the north

His English was good - not 100% fluent but good, and he was willing to answer every question we could throw at him, and we threw him  a lot of questions.

He was also the gentlest of men. Loyal to his company, his first priority was always us and our safety. That car was kept immaculate and he always appeared exactly where he needed to be at exactly the right time. Some of the guides don't treat the drivers particularly well, considering them second-class employees, but Hemraj was always incredibly respectful to all of them. We valued his company enormously, even perhaps more than his driving capability, which is really saying something.

Drivers earn very little in terms of wages. they are expected to live off their tips, which I find unfair. Any tips Hemraj earns he really earns! When we go back to northern India, we will ask for him by name.

how to deal with an angry monkey that does not want anyone
coming near the car

anticipating other drivers who don't have good sightlines

or anticipating the movements of large sacred beasts

he even let Martin use his shoulder as a writing desk

Group shots

Our Explore travel group was a tidy little team of travelers, who liked to hang out together and share laughs. Our guide Sriraj was the perfect accompaniment, and we enjoyed the company of various guides, drivers and cooks along the way. It's hard to imagine any other group having so many photos of itself, but if it helps us keep in touch, then it is worth it!
















Sunday, March 1, 2020

Backwatering

Back down to the coast, the air got hotter and more humid. We dragged around a little, especially on a visit to one of the islands in the Alappuzha district (near Alleppey), waterways that wind and interconnect through rice fields that operate below sea-level. These backwaters of various rivers and lakes eventually work their way north to Kochi and empty out into the Arabian Sea.

How lovely then to spend a night on one of the houseboats that were originally used to move rice, fish and others goods to the Kochi markets but now offer tourists a languid and cooling voyage that slows down time. Especially when these boats offer comfortable beds, showers, and both a cook and boatman to make life easy for us poor, defenseless travelers.

half our company was one a sister boat

typical houseboats

mother and son crossing the river via coracle

women washing clothes in the river

men fishing for supper

ahh, fresh banana fritters

life on the road is hell

ducks are cultivated here in great peeping numbers

boys bathing and showing off to tourists

the rivers are full of water hyacinths...and plastic bottles

ripening rice, a local staple

one of our group contemplating dinner

joining a local group of kids playing cricket at sunset

sunset over rice fields
early morning

operating reverse via foot

one of the fancier houseboats.....

and one of the ones needing a wee bit of attention

traffic jam as we all converge at the final dock
getting between islands

taking in the catch

small islands of rice are ringed by coconut trees, and pockmarked
with old slave's houses

hot walk

baby cashews

Martin and Shiguru

Jenny and Gill

Jenny and Charlotte

Sari Sue