Highlights from India

I got back from India over a week ago now and for the past 7 days I’ve been thinking about how I would write my first blog post. My short time there was incredible but I came home feeling exhausted, overwhelmed and unable to process everything I’d seen. There was just so much! So many sights, so many colours, sounds, tastes, people and experiences.

So I’ve decided to keep things simple and share the highlights from my trip for my first India blog post. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

Varanasi

The spiritual city of Varanasi is everything you would expect from India and more. So much more. The chaotic streets are a constant stream of people, cars, tuk tuks, cycle rickshaws, motorbikes, pushbikes, dogs and cows. People travel on whichever side of the road will get them there the fastest and  the streets are lined with crumbling buildings that could fall at any minute.

Step away from the bustling streets and towards the River Ganges and, while it’s still crazy down here, it has a strange feeling of serenity. Maybe it’s because you’re by the water or because you’re surrounded by holy men wearing orange robes while they peacefully chant by the riverside. Or maybe it’s simply because you’re finally away from the honking horns and pollution on the main street. Whatever it is, the River Ganges has a magical feel.

Whilst in Varanassi I took three boat trips; one at sunrise, one at sunset and one all day trip that took us to a secluded camping spot on a white sandy beach. More on that to come!

Taj Mahal

Do I need to say anymore? Just look at it. And it’s even more spectacular in real life. I’ve written about the Taj over on the Flight Centre blog and there’s a couple more pictures there too.

 

Khajurano Erotic Temples

There’s much more to Khajurano than just erotic temple carvings but this is what draws in the crowds, and it’s not hard to see why. For such a conservative country it’s strange to see such sexual carvings on display and it was suggested that perhaps India was a much more liberal country before it was invaded by the British. The carvings are incredible but it was the temples themselves that really made my jaw drop. I’ll be sharing more kinky carvings next week.

The People

I love sightseeing when I visit a new country but it’s the people that I’m really interested in. Temples, palaces, safari parks and forts are all well and good but you need the people to tell you the stories. It’s not just the stories of their history that I love to hear but the stories of their lives, their homes, their families and their country.

While in India, I met some of the most interesting and friendly people in my life. I also met some who were frustrating and rude but they’re the people who make the best stories so we’ll let them off for now.

It was the people who taught me how to row a boat on the River Ganges, how to spot a tiger footprint in Bhandhav Garh National Park, how to cook the perfect roti in Orchha and how to draw the perfect henna tattoo in Chanderi.

I met lots of interesting people but one that will always stay with me was an English language teacher. I met her while waiting for an elusive train which had been ’20 minutes late’ for the past 5 hours. I was sat alone on my backpack on the dirty station floor when she came to join me with her 3-year-old son. I was wary at first, worried that she was yet another beggar who was using an impossibly cute child and my inability to say no to said child as a way to get money out of me.

It turned out that she just wanted a chat. Her English was perfect but since getting married and moving to a rural village she had no one to speak fluent English to and no access to an English radio or TV station. She had 16 hours to wait for her train and planned to spend it speaking English to as many people as possible.

We were both ‘moden women’ in our mid-20’s, sat knee to knee, foot to foot, as we shared a packed of cheese and onion crisps, but we couldn’t have been further apart.

We shocked each other as we revealed trivial facts about our lives. She couldn’t believe I was travelling alone with my boyfriend and my parents weren’t accompanying us. She’d learnt to speak English at collage but knew very little about western culture so it was an interesting conversation.

I was shocked when she said she hated wearing the beautiful red sari that was draped elegantly across her shoulders. With sad disappointment she said her husband made her wear it but she found it awkward and constricting and she took it off as soon as she got home.

She was so modern, well educated, independent and feisty so it really shocked me when she said she wore the sari because her husband told her to. I realised how different we were despite sitting together and chatting about work and relationships, clothes and makeup like I would with any other 25-year-old woman.

“Same, same but different” as the Thai’s would say.

Despite the culture difference, we passed the time quickly and it’s moments like this that will stay with me forever. I’m sure anyone that has been to India will agree, it’s the people that make the country so unforgettable.