Friday, December 19, 2008

Happy Christmas Everyone!!


When you're in the tropics you have to improvise when it comes to Christmas cards so here's ours.

May the warmth we feel here in southern India reach you all. We are thinking of you and send you best wishes for peace, love and joy this Christmas season. All our love, Tim and Sandi

P.S. Tomorrow we leave for a five-day tour of the Keralan highlands and will be floating down the backwaters on a converted rice barge (luxury of course, with flush toilet and A/C) on Christmas Day. Then we'll head to Pondicherry for New Years Eve and onwards to Columbo, Sri Lanka on January 3, 2009.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Goan to the Beach


Aren't you sooooo jealous?! It's December and here we are, in 35 degree heat surrounded by blue sky, beach and palm trees. We feel your pain. To begin our South India adventures we fly from Mumbai to Panaji in the state of Goa. The main draws of Goa are, of course, the beaches but just as much of an attraction is its intriguing fusion of colonial Portugal and modern India. There is almost nowhere else in India where the influence of the former colonial overlords remains as strong as it does in Goa and it's not at all unusual to find crucifixes hanging on walls next to posters of the Hindu god Shiva. In places the infamous hash-fuelled days of Goa's golden hippy years are still alive and kicking and in other parts the all-inclusive package holiday is king. We hope the following photos will help warm you if the wassail bowl has run dry.



Sacred cows roam free on the beach. This one takes a break to work on his tan.


The sunset from the deck of our luxury beach hut in Palolem.


This guy (you'll be relieved to know it's not Tim) is just following his dentist's advice to floss.


Work? Why work?



Three months on the road and Mr. Tim's hair was starting to sport a dreadlock so Sandi nudged him into the local barber. Haircut plus oily head massage: two dollars!

NOTE: For those of you wondering where the name "Mr. Tim" came from it started after booking hotels under the name of Lovell and on arrival finding the rooms booked under "Shovel, Hovel, Wuvell, Ruvell, Ruffle so Tim started to use his first name as it was easier to spell and became known by all, including Sandi, as simply, "Mr. Tim".


The onslaught of determined hawkers at the legendary Wednesday flea market in Anjuna wears Tim's patience thin so he heads...


...back to the beach... ahhh, MUCH better.



We side-trip to Badami and survey the sensuous carvings in the ancient caves and temples (above) then onto Hampi to marvel at the gravity-defying boulders and the ruins of the Vijayanager empire.


The fascinating ruins of the 15th-century city of Vijayanagar, near the village of Hampi, are set in an extraordinary landscape of giant granite boulders, lush paddies and banana plantations.


Michael Jackson Sr. breakdancing, circa 1510.



One-time residence of the state's elephants, Hampi's Elephant Stables in the Royal Centre.


A snapshot of everyday life in rural India—local women doing laundry.


We are in Hampi on a festival day and come across this group of devout men cleansing themselves in the river at a prayer service.


The focal point of the Hampi Bazaar is the Virupaksha Temple, one of the cities oldest structures. The main gopuram, almost 50m high, was built in 1442.


Lakshmi, the temple elephant, gives Tim a smooch (blessing) in return for a 1 rupee coin.


Sandi gets in the way of the cows coming home en route to the Vittala Temple.


We hike to the top of a mountain to sip steaming chai tea and watch the sunset over Hampi Bazaar with a family of monkeys.



Tim proudly shows off his toke-n birthday present from Sandi—hip, hippy pants complete with 5-leaf plant motif (look closely at his left knee) to suit his Goan mood. Peace and love.


From the beach inland we fly south to Kochi in the state of Kerala to experience a homestay at Olavipe—a gorgeous 1890s traditional Syrian-Christian home on a 16-hectare farm surrounded by backwaters. Anto and Rema, the gracious owners make us feel like friends rather than guests. We take their canoe for a leisurely float around the lake.



Rema gives Sandi a sari-tying demonstration and insists Tim join in for a Raj-inspired photo.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Mr. Tim's Very Special Day

December 2, 2008


Mr. Tim woke in his usual way, engaged in one of his favourite activities on the balcony of the Presa di Goa Hotel in the beach resort area of Nagua, Goa when all of a sudden...


Surprise!!! Breakfast arrives with a love note and 56 kisses from Sandi.


Mr. Tim hires a VERY cool Avenger 200 cc motorbike and heads off for a day of exploring the blissed out, hippy Goan coast with his biker chick.


On they ride with the wind in their hair past a river of fishermen to the northern-most point of Goa to Terekhol Fort for a light lunch overlooking craggy cliffs, palm trees and miles of beach in the distance. Mr. Tim was VERY hungry...



and so VERY hot that his napkin stuck to his face.


Mr. Tim liked his macho machine a lot and drove and drove...


and drove and drove...


until he was VERY tired which demanded more of his favourite things: a shower, a rest, a VERY strong gin and tonic, nibblies and the remote control.


Miraculously revived, Sandi treats him to a VERY scrummy dinner of local Kingfish and joins a bunch of Frenchmen in singing the “Happy Birthday” song.


Happy Birthday Mr. Tim!!!
I love you VERY much... your Sandi xox

Happy Birthday and tons of love to twin sister Tessa too from us both!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Temple Mania


After the heat and dust of the deserts of Rajasthan we move north to Amritsar, home to Sikhism's holiest shrine since the 16th century, the glorious Golden Temple. Tim takes in the deeply spiritual temple as the sun reflects on the holy waters (yes, he realizes his temple head covering isn't his best look).


Every late afternoon, just before sunset, the Indian and Pakistani military meet at the border to engage in an extraordinary 20-minute ceremony of pure theatre. The border-closing ceremony elicits machismo and posturing from the proud young soldiers on both sides, but also, despite the two countries uneasy relationship, a stunning display of harmony. Preceded by a kick so high the soldier looks in danger of concussing himself, the high-octane march to the border is vaguely reminiscent of Monty Python's Ministry of Silly Walks sketch.


We leave Amritsar for a day-long drive to the British hill station, Dharmasala, the home of the Dali Lama and the base for his government in exile from Tibet. The location, close to the foothills of the Himalayas at 1800 meters, mimics Tibet to some degree. Sandi dons four layers as the temperature drops to 12 centigrade. We tour the Tibetan Museum to gain insight into the suffering of Tibetan people under Chinese domination. Our accommodation, Chonor Guest House, has rooms themed after aspects of Tibetan culture. The walls are covered from floor to ceiling with murals painted by local Tibetan artists as in the photo above taken in our room.


On to Shimla, the preferred summer mountain escape (2150 m) of the British Raj. It was here that the British ruled India for six months of the year for 50 years until India was granted Independence in 1947. We toured the mansion formerly known as Viceregal Lodge, built in 1888 at the request of the first British Viceroy. It remains an architectural testament to the power of the British Raj.


Aboard the romantic toy train, the Himalayan Queen, which chugs it way to Kalka at an average sleepy speed of 17 mph along spectacular ridges offering incredible views of the surrounding countryside. It travels through 100 tunnels, numerous bridges and sharp curves taking in picturesque views of green forests and meadows, distant snow covered mountains and red-roofed homes. In 2008 it was designated Unesco World Heritage status.


Back along the Ganges River in Rishikesh (a town close to the source of the Ganges) with its collection of sadhus, hippies and backpackers all seeking spiritual enlightenment. Rishikesh was made famous by the Beatles and the Maharishi Mahesh yogi in the 60s. It is here that they found inspiration for their Sergeant Pepper's album. The town is a spiritual Disneyland of concrete ashrams bedecked with gaudy statues of the hindu gods Vishnu and Shiva as in the photo below.



We search out the Maharishi's ashram where the Beatles chilled out. Since the Maharishi's death in 2007, the property now lies derelict due to legal battles for his 6 million dollar fortune.


Sniff, sniff. Is that smell from the Ganga or old ganja? This must have been John's pad.


Along the sides of India's backroads are large piles of neat "mud pies" that Sandi thought looked like big chocolate chip cookies but our driver explained they are a combination of cow dung and straw used for fuel to cook and heat homes in winter. Holy (cow) shit! Sandi bolts to find a loo to wash her hands after this photo was taken.


After northern India we stop briefly in Delhi to catch a flight to Mumbai (back to the warmth!) where Tim lashes out for an expensive hotel, the Marine Plaza, Mumbai's third best hotel after the Taj Palace and Oberoi group. Among the main sights we tour are the beautiful Victoria Terminus train station (photo below), the Taj Palace Hotel (seen on the left in the photo above) and lunch at Leopolds Café, all locations where 24 hours later Pakistani terrorists indiscriminately open fire on Indian and foreign tourists killing 125 to date. It is being described as India's worst terrorist attack. Luckily we took a flight to Aurangabad the day before and were safe from the horror. We feel incredibly blessed to have avoided this tragedy and our hearts and prayers go out to the people of Mumbai and India.



From Aurangabad we hire a driver to take us to the ancient cave temples of Ellora which are rated amongst the finest historical sites to be found anywhere in India. The 34 rock sculpted temples, created between the 4th and 9th centuries, were literally chiseled out of the hillside by Buddhists, Hindus and Jains with simple hand tools. The highlight is Cave 16 (two photos below), a dazzling visualization of Mt. Kailash, the mythical abode of the god Shiva in the Tibetan Himalayas. It took 150 years to create and was worked on by more than 800 local artisans. We are speechless.




During the 2nd century BC a long curving swathe of rock was chosen above a river bed as a site for one of the most important chapters in the creative history of Buddhism. For the next 700 years Buddhist monks dedicated their life to carving out prayer halls and monasteries using little more than hand-made tools. The caves are ornately decorated with magnificent sculptures and murals depicting the life and times of Buddha and were mysteriously abandoned in the 9th century and discovered by chance by a British hunting party in 1819. The site is arguably the best preserved Buddhist site in India.


Don't try this at home.




This chap has had a little too much paneer (high cal Indian cheese dish).


Finely detailed tempera paintings once covered entire surfaces of some of the temples—now only fragments remain such as this close-up of a charming scene of a thousand buddhas.


Born to be wi-i-i-i-ld. Tim can't resist a spin on our driver's brother's motorbike on the way back from the caves. Tonight (28 Nov) we fly from Aurangabad to Mumbai for an overnighter then on to Panaji, Goa for 15 days of R & R on some of India's finest beaches.