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Due to our computer incompetence, we have no photos to show at present. We'll put some on in the next few days. For now though, we have four new written sections to be getting on with.
Due to our computer incompetence, we have no photos to show at present. We'll put some on in the next few days. For now though, we have four new written sections to be getting on with.
That's it. All done. Complete. It feels like an eternity has passed since we arrived here in Kolkata and it has made such a difference finishing this trip where we started it, allowing us to reflect on the time, places and experiences in-between. The city almost feels comforting now, like an old friend and it feels right that we should return and give her one last handshake before we leave. After all, it was she who gave us our deepest insight into the extremes and contradictions of Indian life.
It's difficult for me to try and sum up our time in India. I think when you're travelling in a topsy-turvy country that is home to twenty-two states, one billion people, several of the world's great faiths, eighteen major languages and more than one thousand minor languages and dialects it's pretty hard to come to an all-inclusive conclusion. We've only seen a fingernail scraping of the country and we've only seen it in a fingernail scraping of time but already I feel packed full of contradictory images, emotions and thoughts.
India: one of the most materialistic and power-hungry societies on the planet and yet a timeless and compelling wonderland. India: a nation wrought with irreversible corruption and deceit yet a holy and peaceful country where the Buddah lived and taught. India: the second-largest producer of computer software in the world, with it's own satellites and nuclear weapons yet home to the worlds biggest slum settlements, the largest number of malnourished children, uneducated women and homes without access to clean water and waste disposal.
I've felt frustrated, amazed, harassed, inspired, belittled, overwhelmed, in awe, deeply saddened,
deeply privileged and a little like I've been tugged at from every limb and now it's time to go home and try to make sense of it all. I can only hope that India and all of it's experiences will stay with me for years to come and colour my life along the way. (And Jonny's)
As I've found it hard to come up with an ideal sum-up of the country, I shall leave you with a quote from one of the travel writers in our guidebook. Thank you for listening.
"Intricate and worn, it's distinctive patina - the stream of life in it's crowded bazaars, the ubiquitous music, the pungent mélange of beedi smoke, cooking spices, dust and cow dung - casts a spell that few forget from the moment they step off a plane. Love it or hate it, India will shift the way you see the world..."
On our east-coast dash home from Hampi to Kolkata, we decided to make a brief stop at one of the few places described in our guidebook that attracted our interest: Chilika lake. At 1100 sq km, it is Asia’s largest lagoon and home to great biodiversity, especially its migratory bird populations that, between the months of November and March, number over a million. Flamingoes, ospreys, painted storks, eagles, pelicans and kites fly from Siberia, Iran and the Himalayas and join the indigenous population of egrets, herons and gulls to subsist on the abundance of fish found in the brackish waters. The lagoon is also home to a peculiar looking and widely advertised endangered marine mammal: the Irrawaddy dolphin.
When bringing to mind a dolphin, the image that immediately springs up is of the bottlenose- that swift, playful fellow from Flipper. The Irrawaddy however is markedly different. It has no beak- only a blunt, rounded head; its movement is slow and deliberate, rising slowly to the surface where it rolls, whale-like, to take its breath, then diving deep, its tail fluke coming clean out of the water; and its mature adult size is around a third more than that of an average adult human. Unfortunately for the Irrawaddy, they are adapted to inhabit the resource-rich rivers and shallow coastal marine waters such as Chilika. This means that they come into contact with humans far more than species found in oceans and, in much the same way as the Indus, Ganges and Yangtze dolphins, are consequently on the front line of the battle being waged between man and the natural world. Their demise has been attributed to: water contaminants from industry- heavy metals, etc; agricultural chemicals and industrial fertilizers; fishing that uses drag- and gillnets (or explosives in Vietnam and Thailand where they are also found); collisions with propellers; capture for transfer to oceanariums; and poaching for their oil which is considered aphrodisiacal. They now, after our sustained assault on their population, number about 2,000 in the world. The lake is home to, from the last approximate estimates, a mere 50.
The morning after our arrival, accompanied by one of the hotel staff, we hired a small, paint-flaking blue boat with an outboard motor to venture out into the lake and see if we could find any. The boat was one of many moored to a large jetty. The majority of these crammed vessels, unlike our spacious minnow, were old fishing boats adapted to accommodate up to 40 tourists at a time. Even though it was still early morning, many of these boats were filled with excitable Indian school children and teachers, all of them inexplicably ululating like some warring tribe at the sight of our passing white faces.
We made our way steadily out into the open water- a measure that has evidently been encouraged or imposed upon the tourist boats and fishermen so as to avoid propeller collision- and squinted hard against the reflected sunlight to catch sight of a breaching back. Within a few focused minutes, Lucy squealed as if she’d been bitten and pointed (bloody typical) 180 degrees from where I’d been staring. If it hadn’t been for the passion of her response, I’d swear she was lying.
Ten or so minutes later, a finger pointed across the water to a descending dorsal fin and we altered our course to run alongside its path. Suddenly, two, then three more backs broke clear of the water and spouted their expulsive breaths. It looked as if we’d come across a pod of perhaps four or five. The motor was switched off and we sat in rapt silence as the slow, graceful rolling and watery sputters were repeated mere metres from where we sat. Though practically blind, the dolphins’ echolocation would have sensed the boats presence. The fact that they calmly passed us by without panicking made the sighting all the more meaningful; a touching mutual trust that made the decimation we’d wrought on their species all the more shaming.
Overall, during the course of the 90 minutes, we made at least twenty sightings (there must have been a number of repeat ones) and returned to the jetty, elated at the fact that we’d glimpsed a fragment of these unassuming creatures’ lives and heartened at the certainty of their continued existence. Our elation soon turned to perturbation as we chugged up to the jetty. Several of the big boats bobbed in our wake. We glanced along the line of cheering Indian passengers, some of them, in some instances, screaming and flailing uncontrollably, and wondered at their reasons for coming out here at all. Admittedly, many were school kids and the excursion would have offered the same sort of thrill as any school trip would. The intentions of the teachers may be admirable- perhaps to draw their students’ attention to their natural heritage and encourage its conservation. But this tourist traffic: round-tripping, day-in, day-out, propeller blades driving deep into the water, oil being dribbled from every motor, plastic drinks cartons floating colourfully by- is the ‘awareness’ it provides of any real benefit? Is it, in the long-term, actually benefiting this now critically endangered species? Or is it just one more way for the local human population to extort a few quid from another natural resource that will, in time, be driven ever closer to extinction?
The city of Mysore was next on the list and once again we hired bicycles to get the most out of the place and to get the least out of the hassling rickshaw and taxi drivers. Mysore had a different feel to most of the other cities that we had visited, more like a large and relaxed town as opposed to a non-stop, hectic and racy metropolis and therefore riding around on our two-wheelers proved as easy as ever.
Well, we’ve finally come full circle and here we find ourselves back in the grip of the almighty and intoxicating Kolkata. With only eight days to go till our feet are once again placed firm on English soil, I’m starting to feel giddier than your average kipper. Our train pulled into Howrah station this morning at five o’clock and we haven’t really done too much since but (although I never thought I’d say it) it’s really nice to be back in this city. Just being in a familiar place where we know the streets, the restaurants, the hotels and even some of the people is a huge relief and allows for a little, well-needed breathing space. So, to pick up from where we left off...
A few people have asked about the caste system here in India: does it still exist? If so, to what extent is it enforced? Are the reports of brutality at all founded? Well, we came across this article a couple of months ago and thought it a good example of what we’d read and heard elsewhere. We were keen to write up a brief summary right away but it was a little too close to the festive season and we didn’t want to depress people with the heavy content. Seeing as we’re well clear of all that, now is as good a time as any.
What a topsy-turvy country of staggering extremes! What impossibly opposite lives are led, often one within arm’s reach of the other, and without a single person stopping mid-stride to scream out at the absurdity of it all.
And then two days worth of travelling down the west coast to Goa: the party place of India. Where in the north one can watch the hedonistic hippies swing their foisty locks freely on the sands and the hardcore Israelis thumping and pumping the night away around fluorescent painted palm trees; or take a trip south to witness the loud, staggering, belching English folk drink their way through the holiday. And then there are the people in-between like us: just having a nice time. We did read these kinds of descriptions about the state before we stepped off our train and a few of the people and places we came across certainly did live up to the books.