Wednesday 5 January 2011

Hampi Christmas


Such a beautiful, serene, tranquil, overwhelmingly striking place. I planned to move on after a few days, even booked a bus to Gokarna, but ended up staying over two weeks...I think it's the same for most who wind up there. Especially those who make it over the river to The Other Side. Hampi is mesmerising. I totally fell for the place. Did a spot of yoga some mornings. Had a go at bouldering amongst the immense and awesome rock formations. Hired a bicycle, "Miss India" no less, and pottered around, although this was slightly harder than anticipated as we had to push our bikes along pathways made of huge, ancient, uneven slabs of granite and then load them onto little boats to cross the rivers at two points. Smiling whilst cycling of course. And mid-trip we stopped for a delish thali served on typical banana leaf plate and eaten with hands. The waitress-come-chef-come-owner-homemaker showed us the Indian trick to this: get your hands messy, cover them in curd and curry and rice, position hands in a small little shovel and then flick it all in your mouth with your thumb.

And then there was my Indian Christmas and my first away from the shire. We celebrated on 24th December as is the German way with good intentions to recreate Christmas on the standard 25th December but after Manju's strong punch the night before we were a little worse for wear. The day started with yoga and bouldering, obvs. Lizzie, resident at Manju's for over a month, took on the role as events organiser and set us the task of decorating the Christmas tree (of sorts) with an array of gaudy Indian Christmas decorations and crafty and creative homemade bits n bobs. We even had presents under the tree with the additions of bows and ribbons getting more and more elaborate as we crafted away. We had a super tasty barbeque with veggie kebabs, pitta, hummus, chips...maybe not typical Christmas dinner nor typical Indian cuisine but it was tasty delicious. Yum. Then after dinner entertainment of jamming around a small bonfire. It possibly didn't resemble too much of a Christmas as I know it but the festive, Manju family spirit was there.

Tuesday 4 January 2011

Taj Mahal Wonder


...and it really was a Wonder. Despite the crowds the Taj Mahal exuded peace and calm and serenity. It gave off a fairy-tale like magic as it loomed above big and bold, marble gleaming. A monument built on great romance conflicting with supreme egotism, but hey, I fell in love with the precious stone inlay work on marble. The mausoleum was a bit manic with crowds pushing forward to see the tombs trying to sneak in a photo and subsequently being whistled at by the guards - not at all peaceful but totally India! Possibly not worth my 750 Rupees but one's got to break the daily budget from time to time! Strict rules of no water, no food, no pens, no books (although I managed to smuggle the latter through despite my bag being searched) I think with the aim of stopping any loitering. The need for food and a nap lured us back onto the streets of Agra after 3 hours of Taj Mahal, this was after an epic all nighter bus journey from Pushkar, quick shower and brekkie, then straight to The Wonder. Taj. Done.