2-10-11: India/ Heading South!

Finally time to get out of the Himalayas to the south. 400 km’s of crossing the highest mountain passes in the world (3 times +5000 meter!) in front of us and we decided to do these hitchhiking (me a brazilian girl, and the Argentinian guy and girl). All traveling for more than 6 months is all places of Asia. Two trucks that carry goods back and forth to ladakh were returning to manali and gave us a ‘ride’. We spent the night on the top of a mountain plateau at 4900m, the drivers gave us basic rice & dahl which of course we had to eat with our hands. We slept in the truck close to each other and at 5 in the morning went on for the bumpiest and scariest night of my life.

We sent an other night in Keylong and had to pas the most dangerous and the last pass (Rothang la) before manali. It rained here so the road was all muddy and landslides are not uncommon. For sure the scariest moments in India for me.

In manali the group split up and I relaxed for a couple of nights taking a bath in the hot springs and enjoying the first Indian rain. After that I went to McLeod Ganj a backpacker hub & the place where the residence of the dalai lama is located. A lot of yoga, cooking and meditation classes you can do there. Lots of good restaurants but a lot of rain to. Temperatures are cool at night but very nice during daytime.

Going further south I went to visit the golden temple  (most important building for the sikhs) in Amritsar, couchsurfing in a hotel and meeting new people again: 2 swedish girls (where i’m still traveling with now), an iranian guy, 3 tunisian girls, some indian tourists etc… Me and the guy from Iran went to see the border ceremony they perform every day at the border with Pakistan. A crazy sight!

After Amritsar time for my first trains in India. A real hassle to get the train tickets for the right train and the right compartiment (General class, Sleeper class, AC3/AC2/AC1 class).

Next post will be about my adventures in the desert town of Jaisalmer!

2-10-11 India: Nubra Valley

Hi guys!

A short summary of what I have been up to the last weeks: A LOT!

On the bus to my next destination (Nubra valley) I met a big group of solo travelers that decided to travel together and quickly I joined them. Nubra valley is close to the Pakistani and chinese border. It’s a very remote place with few western things. Our destination was the village of Turtuk (a village that has only opened for tourists from 2010, thus a very authentic place to be, also 100% muslims). We were supposed to get there around 7 in the evening but after the first flat tire we already knew that was impossible. After a series of events we got stuck at night with an other flat tire and the driver decided to spend the night there and wait for help the next day. This was fine with me, the company was great: Australian guy, Austrian guy, 5 Israelis, an Argentinian guy and girl, a Brazilian girl and a man from the UK. All of us with our own travel experiences and plans in life. Most of them were traveling for at least 6 months if not longer (2 years for example). Oh yea during this trip we had to sit all the time on top of the bus, cause there was no space inside! 

The village felt special. We met the ancestor of the king of the kingdom of Baltistan. The village was part of Pakistan in the 70′s but India conquered it in a war. The children in the village were amazed to see all these alien western travelers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

15-09-11 India/Ladakh: To travel is to experience everything

After two weeks finally you start to feel you live in another country,  you’re used to the culture and customs and you don’t have a notion of which day it is… Days fly and previous plans about the trip change.

In this part of India (the extreme north) conditions are harsh for the population especially in winter (but they off course don’t notice it). Electricity during daytime, internet, tv, sitting toilets, roads and public transport… all of this a luxury in all the villages I visited. Sometime I do feel people live here the same way we used to live 200 years ago. In these villages electricity is only used for light and only available from 7at night until 11, when everyone has to go to sleep (or stay up in the dark and watch the stars & galaxies).

The villages are always a mix of Buddhists and Muslims. This may seem a strange combination, but here they live in peace. The minaret of the mosque sounds loud while Buddhist meditate in their monastery. The calmness and the simplicity of life liven can come as a shock for those used to the busy western way of life. Children smile at you and come to you always when you arrive somewhere. They’ll ask you to take a photo of them and then show them (in amazement of the strange western camera) that they know very well by now.

It may seem as a big contrast bus the military presence here is huge. Big military camps every 10 kilometer to protect the border with China and Pakistan. Convoys of army trucks passing by the small villages, they seem always on the move, the Indian military. More than a million of soldiers protect the northern border with china. They came in handy two times when we had to hitchhike they could help us (bring us up the road to the next military base

What to do in such a remote area as Ladakh? Enjoy the landscape by foot, by car, by bike, by raft, by kayak or even by bicycle. The first activity it did after adapting to the height was rafting. A category 3+ stream (Zanskar River) during 2 hours and 30km. First time in my life I did this so I had to try it here. The biggest danger was falling out of the raft while hitting a hard wave. To hold the raft in balance our guide commended us to paddle at the times the stream got wild. I sat in the front cause the guide was thinking I was one of the tougher guys haha. In the front you have to do most effort and you suffer the most from the splashing water. To not fall out, it’s important to lock your feet when hitting a hard wave.  The sights were stunning, and the combination of the excitement, fear, adrenaline and beauty is unique. In my raft were some Indian tourist (from Bangalore) and the first Israeli  I met (not the last)…

Next day It was time to do a two day trek with my couchsurf host from Stok to Rumbak. This scenic ascend took us 6 hours and brought us from 3500m to a breathless height of 4900m. Since we did it without a guide we had to trust in our own capacities and navigation skills. Luckily the path was easy to find but sometimes difficult do climb especially the last 200 height meters. The view very rewarding. My knee began to hurt when we had to get down to the town of Rumbak. I couldn’t bend my leg without feeling pain so I had to walk very funny of this mountain. Without falling I did pretty well in these conditions. The landscape was like all of ladakh very dry. The mountains had sharp peaks at the ascending side. At the other side they were more smooth. We stayed for 450 Rs in a guesthouse that offered food and shelter for the night. This was a village without a road and only accessible by foot. Electricity only from 5 to 11 at evening. No meat in these towns, only vegetarian Tibetan food. The next day was an easy 3 hour walk until we reached the “road” and could catch a jeep to bring us back to Leh.

05-09-11 India/Ladakh: Altitude brings Silence

Little Tibet, that’s what my next destination is called like. Leh is the biggest city of Ladakh, which is the Buddhist part of the Indian province of Jammu and Kashmir.  With only 22.000 inhabitants this town is smaller than my hometown in Belgium and capital of the high altitude area. Leh lies at a height of 3500 meter inside the Himalayas.

After being awake all night at Delhi Airport I got rewarded by the one hour scenic flight to Leh. Because of the high altitude of the mountains it was as if the plane was flying between the mountains, you could see snowy mountains as far as Pakistan, China an Nepal. Without a doubt the most beautiful flight of my life. Temperature in the morning was a pleasant 18°C with a clear blue sky. They call ladakh a moonland because it’s so dry nothing can grow apart from where the Indus river flows and farmers irrigate their fields. Leh lies on the bank of the Indus river, that carries the melting water from the Himalayas trough Pakistan into the Indian Ocean. The height difference has apart from the pleasant temperatures also a downside effect: the thin air. They tell me that I shouldn’t do large efforts, or climb hills the first two days because my body isn’t yet adapted to the lack of oxygen. In two day’s this will be ok and I can start with all the activities possible here and there is a lot do to, these two days of acclimatization will enable me to prepare treks in the mountains, consider visiting lakes, remote villages, go rafting /kayaking on the Indus  or Zanskar river etc.

Ladakh had a Buddhist majority and that’s immediately visible looking at the people, they look more Tibetan than Indian. My first impression is that people here are friendlier than in busy Delhi. The sudden silence of the mountains is a relief after five days of chaos. Everything is very laid back and people take their time to do things. I stay in a small guest house where I am chouchsurfing with an Indian girl working for a French NGO to help develop  the area in various fields of renewable energy. There are other foreigners staying in the guest house (mainly French people) that work for the NGO. They have been here for 2 months or even for a year so they can help me a lot to figure out what’s interesting to do.

Because Leh is such a remote and empty area there is no connection for cell phones with a sim card belonging to another state of India (like mine), also my internet stick isn’t working here so I’ll have to use the internet café here (éh mama!).

On arrival we went for a breakfast with a group of 5 and the atmosphere is really relaxed, I like it a lot! I went to sleep and am ready to go visit this little city. No effects of mountain sickness yet so I guess I’m doing fine. The fast internet is not available for some days now cause of a break down and the 10’s of internet cafés use a very slow satellite connection that just allows for the basic things. The 2nd day in Leh I was ready to climb up the hill and visit Leh palace and a stupa (kind of praying temple for Buddhists with a Buddha statue) these lay some 200 meters higher than leh. Every day I go eating with the group of people that is a mix of French engineers in their late 20’s, Indians from other parts of India and the locals. We eat together at the evening, have conversations about how they can live here a whole year (they say life is simple here and you don’t feel you are working)… The food here ranges from pizza, spaghetti to Indian, Chinese and Tibetan food! I never know what to ast, but try always something new.

After 4 days I already know the good restaurants where you can get the best buttered chicken, nutella pancakes, indian nasi choreng for less than 4 euro. I went rafting on the Zanskar river, a very new experience of getting wet and trying not to fall out of the boat in the fast streaming Zanskar river. In 2 hours we managed to raft a distance of 30 km with lots of wild water and paddle fights with other raft boats.

The day after I went with Gitanjali my couchsurf host for a two-day trek in the mountains. We started in a village (Stok) at an altitude of 3500m and had to climb 1400 meter untill 4900 meter where it began hailing and thundering (temperatures dropped to 10°C). We were a little scare to get down to our destination of the day at 4100 m (the 10 houses small village without any road Rumbak). My knee didn’t support the descent well but finally we arrived and stayed for 7 euro in a traditional Ladakhi home where, which included dinner and breakfast.

The next 4 days i’ll be spending in Nubra valley close to the border with China. I arranged a permit to get there and my bus will leave tomorrow at 6 in the morning

02-09-11 India/Delhi: Day-to-day impressions

 

Writing from Leh – Ladakh I’ll talk about some general day-to-day impressions and thought about, Delhi, India, Indian culture etc…

 

First I need to approach the subject of the rickshaw drivers. It’s an issue you are confronted with daily here. Basically when you are in a tourist area (where you are most of the times as a tourist) some of the rickshaw drivers would do just about anything to get some extra money. They have a meter they can use that measures the distance you have done and hence you pay a fixed amount, but if you ask drivers to use their meter they just won’t do it and want to settle a price in advance. As a tourist you have to pay more, that’s a general rule. One’s you are in you have to forget your common sense about safe driving and try not to look what the driver is doing, they are just honking and breaking all the rules they can in order to reach the destination in time.  Most of the drivers will ask you to visit a souvenir shop on the way (where he gets a commission on when you buy something), even when you say you are not interested they will keep insisting until you state  very clear and firmly that he has to take you straight to your destination.

 

An other difficult thing is that it can be sometimes be difficult to figure out if someone is an official or someone just saying thinks to get your money, always verify if really this person is in charge and has the authority… Check it with the locals, not the tourists!

 

After this somewhat negative note I can assure I’ve been having a lot of good moments and experiences with nice people (people not involved in selling you stuff are almost always nice to you and interested in you).

 

When I went to Indian Gate there was a celebration of the victory of Anna that had stopped his fast because the government accepted his request to change laws that will counter corruption in India.  People had a white head on, on which was written “I am Anna” in Hindi (I bought one too for 10 Rupees). They were all gathering at the Indian gate with Indian gate with flags and the positive atmosphere was really impressive. They told me thinks like: “This is India’s second Independence”, “Anna is the second Gandhi”,  yelling slogans, dancing, partying. They really welcomed my presence and wanted pictures with me, once one guy started they wouldn’t stop and there was a 10 minute photo session, which I loved. People really felt like their wishes had been fulfilled and that was just beautiful to see. “All of India is here celebrating, We are writing history” they told me. I have some great movies of people being so excited, I posted one of them on my Facebook. Their happiness made me feel it too.

 

On the website interpals I had contact with some people from Delhi and the last two night I met them and learnt a lot from asking questions about their culture and how they apply (or not apply) it in daily life. My feeling with these two persons was that they have a craving to be free but they are not allowed to by their family (even in more progressive families it would be considered bad for example to go traveling on your own, to go out late at night, even at the age of 22). Influenced by what the west offers possible this craving is off course not difficult to understand.  For example drinking alcohol or smoking has to be done without the parents knowing it and don’t ever start to talk about having premarital sex! I see lots of people think progressive but have play an act for society because society is not ready for it. I visited some of modern south Delhi, a shopping center, the university, a place to have a beer and the xixa…

Next post will be about my first days in Leh, Ladakh, Himalayas

 

29-08-11 India/Delhi: Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay. ~Krishnamurti

“From a small internet café in a suburb from Delhi I write my first post. A lot of things happened in a short time so I’m feeling quite confused.  The flight was perfect and fast. My night was 4-5 hours shorter cause of the time difference and I’m starting to feel it now.

An embarrassing thing happened in the metro. The airport express was extremely modern and not crowded but when I had to take the yellow line which is part of the normal metro in Delhi, the crowd was too heavy and I was not prepared. In the pushing and pulling someone opened one of the compartments of my backpack and bingo they had my wallet and passport before the doors of the metro closed. I noticed it immediately and started to panic. After 10 seconds I started yelling: “who took my wallet and passport”, “please give my passport back” the crowd began to react and demand the thief to give me my passport back. A few moments later my passport lay on the ground and a friendly Indian took it and handed it over. But I kept asking for my wallet in the crowd, without result. I lost 3500 rupees my visa card and my normal bank card. I didn’t know what to do. I just went on to my destination: my couchsurf friends that would host me.

With 400 rupees left I took the metro and a cycle rickshaw. I asked people if they knew the place I was going and after half an hour of search I arrived. People on the street pointed at the place where I had to enter. A little Indian boy told me to come upstairs where I greeted his father, a Sikh. They thought I would come a day later so there was some misunderstanding I don’t know on what part (later it seemed I was right). 10 children were sitting on the stairs looking at me as if I was an alien. The neighborhood was very poor so they were not used seeing foreigners (even in the metro they aren’t used to it!). The little boy told me to follow him and begin a well prepared speech about my stay, all the rules ect…  I was offered some very spicy soup with his dad, a very friendly sikh man (Sikhs are very easily recognizable; their hair is always covered and they let their beard grow.  The soup was really too spicy. I hope I won’t get sick of it. (I didn’t). One of the children went to buy some bottled water for me and finally I could tell the story of my lost cards  to someone.  I told my host that I needed to make an urgent call to my bank to block the cards that were stolen. He told me that the internet in his home was not suitable and it would be better to go to an internet café.

A friend of the family (my actual host) brought me and I managed to call card stop and block my cards. I waited until 9 in the morning Belgian time until the bank in Belgium opened. I called and they told me I had to wait more than a week before a new card is ready in Belgium and then I have to get it to India… In my next skype call they told me that someone in Belgium had to send money to western union bank, so I called my mom and she took care of it. When I went back in the evening to the same internet café (that also supported western union bank services) I was able to get the 500 euro the my mother send me to be able to travel for at least 3 weeks. This was a real big relief. The doubt about not having any money and possibly not being able to go to catch my flight the 31st to the Himalayas was really on my mind. I think I can conclude that my first day in India was the worst. Not being used to customs, climate and jet lagged. After 2 days I can see things in a whole new perspective and I feel very excited about my trip again, knowing I was very lucky to get my passport back.

That was my arrival!  Now time for some general impression about this country that is the biggest democracy of the world! Easy to grasp is the difference in climate, food and customs. Day and night are hot, hot, hot. Walking in the sun is really a challenge, sleeping is only possible when I’m very tired (I stay up late, and jet lag helps too). The Indian food is spicy and meatless (veg.); Indians do not eat any meat or fish. Every day I eat things I’ve never eaten before and I have no clue about what’s in it except for the spices. In the evening I did find some places with normal western food (but with a special Indian tint) in Pahar Ganj, an area full of cheap accommodation and “full of tourists” (read 1 in 100 is a tourist and the other 99 are Indians trying to sell stuff to us, yelling day and night at you, just ignore them) .

A list of some strange customs:

  • Spitting everywhere
  • Wearing long trousers everywhere
  • Staring at you everywhere, with 10 at a time
  • Asking questions Everywhere like: What is your name, Where are you from, How many days in India, Why are you in india, Do you have a girlfriend? Why not?…, What do you study. Or just staring without saying anything, that’s the worst!
  • Saying the wrong directions just to be polite
  • You have to do your shoes out everywhere
  • People sleeping everywhere (or being death?)
  • … (to be updated)

From the things I’ve visited in Delhi I loved the Humayun’s Tombs, The Ghandi Smitri and above all the Akshardham Temple Complex, a pithy I wasn’t allowed to take pictures. In the temple was a great interactive exhibition about the history of the guru and of Indian religion and philosophy. Really enjoyed that (again no pictures).

Two days are left in Delhi and lots of stuff to visit! I’ll meet some people from the internet in the next 2 days and try to understand indian culture better!

After that wings will take me to the sacred Himalayas…

One day before departure

Tomorrow is departure day. If weather conditions are good, congestion is limited in belgium and no plane crashes occur, I’ll reach Indian soil in two days: 26′th of August at 7 in the morning.

My attempt to get everything in my backpack was almost unsuccessful but with some manoeuvres I managed to get everything in there.

The things I take with me:

  • Netbook & Charger & Mouse (1kg)
  • Sleeping bag (1,2kg)
  • Two cameras (party camera with broken screen and good 15x Zoom Samsung camera) & charger
  • Mobile phone & Cables
  • 10 pair of socks
  • 8 underwear
  • Little notebook & Pens
  • 1 sweater
  • 1 long trouser
  • 1 jogging trouser
  • 8 T-shirts
  • 3 shorts and one for swimming
  • a raincoat
  • an extra pair of shoes
  • flip-flops
  • toilet paper, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, shaving gear, …
  • plastic bags to put everything in and make it waterproof
  • two maestro cards and one visa card
  • a card reader to get online on my bank account
  • sunscreen
  • sunglasses
  • lock
  • flashlight
  • travel towel
  • First aid kid (+1kg)
  • Travel guide (Lonely Planet = Heavy)
  • Travel tickets, research information, local contact information
  • All in one: Clock, Altitude meter, Chronometer, thermometer
  • A smaller eastpak bag for day trips
Probably I forgot some things…
On arrival I plan to get a SIM-Card and maybe to get a 3G-Stick that can connect me to the internet all over India. I have to check the prices, but I think I’ll get me one.
The first two nights in India I plan to do couchsurfing for two nights with Sonu, a 31-year-old women with family. They live in  Baljit Nagar, a neighborhood in Delhi. It’s not easy to get there. The street names are very inconsistent and incomprehensible for foreigners. Sonu put on her couchsurf account an easy to follow process to get there:
  1. Take the metro to Shadipur metro station (Metro just opened this year)
  2. Come to Gate No. 3 or 4 and Take a Cycle Rickshaw
  3. Ask to go to Lal Mandir for 10 Rs for per person =  € 0.16
  4. On Right hand Side go to the Mobile Shop call her and she’ll  come and pick me up
She has a little Sikh family and helps street children and women with problems on the street. I’m sure I’ll have a good time there and learn a lot.
I’ve also some other contacts I hope I can connect with in Delhi.
Weather conditions look alright. Min. 26°C, Max. 35°C, 80% of sunshine and 50% chance of precipitation:
That’s it for now. First I’m cleaning my room, having a final dinner with my family, en get things settled!
Se you in India!