Friday, February 27, 2009

Some Experiences are Better Than Others...

Since we had been traveling mostly by bus, we decided to give train travel another shot for our trip to Mysore. We had loved using the trains in Europe, but we found the Indian train system to be complicated. They frequently oversell trains, and it is possible to buy a ticket for a train with no seats available. Hundred for people buy tickets and are placed on a wait list. They are allowed to board the train, and people will sleep wherever they can find a space, doubling up, sleeping on the floor, or in the space between cars. We booked through a local travel agent who was familiar with the system and could get us seats on a train that was booked. We arrived on the train to find people sleeping in our beds. We showed our tickets,
and they grudgingly agreed to move. We squeezed ourselves and our luggage onto the top bunks, and settled in for a long ride. We arrived in Mysore exhausted from our travels. The first three hotels that we visited were booked. Desperate, we took a recommendation from our rickshaw driver. He took us to a hotel that we just off the main road, near the main sights, offering a clean room at a reasonable price. We were thrilled to find that we had hot water and cable television all for the bargain price of 325 rupees per night! Unfortunately, as they say, things that seem too good to be true, often are. Our “clean hotel” had bed bugs. It was a nightmare! We never saw them, but we woke up covered in bites. We had hundreds. We packed up and decided to move to splurge on a nice hotel. We found one that our book recommended, and even splurged on an upgraded room. We went straight to the pharmacy for some cortizone cream, and then sent everything we owned to the laundry, just in case. We sat in the hotel all day, with hardly a stitch of clothing, watching tv, waiting for our clothes to come back, and trying not to itch. It took two full weeks for the bites to heal.

Mysore

Hampi, India

After an overnight bus trip, we arrived in Hampi to be greeted by the usual mob of rickshaw drivers, offering to take us anywhere in town that we wanted to go for only 10 rupees. Since we knew that the town was only one street, we fought our way through the crowd and began the search for a hotel. We found a room and settled in. Our first mission: to find breakfast. On the main street, we found a little restaurant. Not long after our food arrived we were approached by a young local boy with a pet monkey. He was asking for money and food. Most towns ask that you not give money, especially to children because they don’t want to legitimize begging as a lifestyle. We did offer him some fruit for him and his monkey, and he shared it with his younger brother. Hampi is known for having a large number of ruined temples, and we decided to explore the area on motor scooters. We rented two, and set off. About 3 miles outside of town, we realized that there was a problem with Mike’s scooter. It was loosing power quickly. We stopped on the side of the road to investigate. We looked in the tank, and found that the scooter was almost out of gas. The attendant who rented us the bike had forgotten to put in the gas we had purchased. Our only option was to keep going to the next town and hope we made it before the tank completely ran out. We were relieved to hear that there was a gas station close by, but arrived there to find it was out of gas! We asked around town, and were told that there wasn’t another gas station in town, but that we could buy gas from a shop. They fill up water bottles with petrol and charge 25 rupees more than the petrol station. We were stuck, so we bought another litre and continued our ride. The next day we made a visit to Virupaksha Temple. Outside the temple, ladies sell bananas, which you can give in offering to the temple gods, or to the cows or Lakshmi. The cows outside the temple are very friendly, almost like dogs. They want you to pet them and feed them bananas and are very affectionate. Inside the temple, the highlight is a visit with Lakshmi the temple elephant. She accepts offerings for the temple, and in return will bless you by tapping you on the head with her trunk. Despite her size, she was very gentle and sweet. There were also two tribes of monkeys, who lived inside the temple, and visitors with food offerings had to keep a close watch on the thieving beasts.
Chelsea and Mike headed out of town that night, leaving Leon and I alone for the first time since South Africa. We decided to walk down to the river and find a restaurant for a nice dinner. We enjoyed some of the best curry in India at a place called the Mango and on the way home, we were delighted to see that it was bath time for the elephant Lakshmi. She bathed in the river, spraying herself and her handler with water. The next day we walked to the other end of town and explored the ruined temple complex and the ghats along the river. We ended the day with a hike up Matanga Hill for a spectacular view of the town and the surrounding area. We left Hampi and headed further south to the town of Mysore.

Hampi

Goa

We arrived in Goa ready for some relaxation after a whirlwind two weeks. After travelling for nearly 24 hours straight, we were exhausted. We dropped our packs in the sand, and Mike, Chelsea, Leon and I set off to find somewhere to stay. After looking at a few places, we found two beach huts, located in a palm grove about 100 meters from the water. Each had a private bathroom and a hammock out front for relaxing, so we negotiated the price and settled in. Goa is a world apart, and is known among travelers as the “black hole” of India. It is easy to get sucked in, and nearly impossible to leave. The beaches are wide and uncrowded, and the water is almost like bath water. Restaurants line the beach offering cheap drinks and all the foods you miss from home, salads, pizza, even Mexican food! At the north end of the town was a small rock outcropping, and a smaller beach. Dolphins would swim in the morning, and there was a fresh water lake where you could rinse off after a day in the sea. It is beautiful, and relaxing, but it is geared entirely towards foreign tourists, and it is easy to forget that you are in India. After six days there we decided that we had spent enough time on vacation, and it was time to dive back in. We took a local bus into the town of Panjim, and then found bus tickets to Hampi.

Arambol, Goa