We left the disappointing island of Diu and flew to Mumbai, an hour down the coast. David was still not fully recovered from his bout of Delhi Belly, so we still lurch between eating >dashing to the bathroom> recovering > trying to get some sightseeing done in the “good periods” in between!
Leaving Diu for Mumbai.
We have been feeling that India is certainly the land of “Make Believe” and Mumbai has confirmed this 100%. Every article we have read or seen talks about “pristine beaches, smart hotels, attractive buildings” but none of this is real. It’s doctored and photo shopped to the ‘n’th degree. It may have been true 50-75 years ago, but imagine Buckingham Palace suffering an earthquake then being left untouched for 50 years. Trees overgrow, pavements lift up, windows fall out, and paint peels away. This is very much modern day India.
Old and new
Regular street corner scene
How our hotel room is advertised. Note the view….
Beach nearby????? Never found this building…..
Real view!!
Reality.
Front entrance!
Mumbai is home to several strucurally beautiful buildings, many built by the British, many are now UNESCO sites, but they are surrounded by dirt and debris. We have ticked off visiting the Gateway of India (a 26m high arch shaped monument, built to commemorate the landing in December 1911 of King-Emperor George V and Queen-Empress Mary, the first British monarch to visit India) and the Gothic Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Train Terminus or Victoria Terminus. Construction began in 1878 and was completed in 1887, the year marking 50 years of Queen Victoria’s rule, the building previously being named, Victoria Terminus. The 18 platformed building is full of Italian style towers, turrets and domes and in the grounds outside is a memorial to the 58 people killed and 104 injured by two terrorists who, in 2008, entered the station in the evening with bombs and rifles. It is more famous, in the UK, for being the location of the dance routines in Slumdog Millionnaire, and yes, I was singing “Jai Ho” as I looked at the building!
Reminded us of Bath
Police HQ
Railway station
Art deco building
Railway station entrance
A girl’s school.
Train station
Train station gardens
Run down empty building
Another school.
Taj Mahal Tower hotel, 5*
Night time is buzzing until 10pm, people shopping in the markets, getting taxis or walking home, eating out, or simply chatting on the street corners. Its friendly, safe, and there’s very little hassle off vendors.
Considering 23 million people live here, it’s certainly cleaner than all other cities so far, traffic is more structured and drivers do adhere to rules and take note of traffic lights! Yes, the slums are as you see them on TV, endless areas of shacks made from bamboo poles, plastic sheets, wood and cardboard, with narrow 3foot passageways running through them, the river nearby was a sea of rubbish and filthy children run about half naked, the same as in other cities. Nothing can be done to help these people, it’s far too big a job, but lots do menial work and manage to survive. The only crime here seems to be generated by the politicians! An amazing place!!
Mumbai skyline
Gateway of India
Station at night
The Taj Mahal Hotel & Tower
We took a boat trip out to Elephanta Island, discovered by the Portuguese about 500 years ago. They used the island as a military lookout but the Indians have opened it to the public, another UNESCO site. They were created about 450AD as cave temples, one main cave and several smaller ones. Its impressive due to the size of the pillars and carvings, the 3 headed Shiva carving is 6metres tall. The walk to the caves was up 120 steep steps, passing street vendors and monkeys, in 32c heat! The monkeys stole my carton of fruit juice, so I sat for a while and watched the babies playing tag on a plastic sheet while mum finished my mango juice ?
Next, we were chugging along on a diesel choo choo, “2nd AC class” to be precise, what an experience! The map below shows our journey so far, 2099kms over 20 days, by car and now the last leg by train!
Our journey to the train station was a little rushed to say the least, thanks to Mr & Mrs Trump visiting Ahmedabad the same day as we did. All roads into and out of the town were closed until 4pm, we snuck in about 6pm and became the centre of attraction in the “AC waiting room”, only for use by those with “AC train tickets”, others have to sweat it out on the platforms in 30c heat!
I’m not sure why we are as popular as Donald and Melanie, but everywhere we go, people stop to say “hi” or “hello”, then “where are you from?”. When we reply England, we also ask where they are from, that confuses them 🙂 Next question is “can we have a selfie with you?” Even just walking along the street, we are asked if people can take selfies with us??? We gave in to one group of pretty young teenagers once because they kept staring at David, only to find they didn’t have a phone!!! In some Palace gardens, we came across a whole school who wanted their photo taken with us. We had a bit of a laugh with the teachers, asking them for 100 rupees first, (£1.10) before being thronged by 50 children aged from 5 to 15, all smiling at us until our jaws ached. Such a lovely feeling to be adored by one’s subjects 🙂 🙂
Meanwhile, back on the train…….I’m on the top bunk, two chainlink rails holding me from falling onto the man below. Mum, dad and toddler are all sausaged onto two beds below whilst their son aged 7 or 8 is in the bunk above, opposite me, eyeing me up. He keeps farting, no wonder his parents called him Baloo!
We are on a sleeper train from Ahmedabad to Junagadh where at 6am the next morning the luxury of a new driver will meet us and take us to Diu (pronounced DEW) and the relative uncomfortableness of a sleeper train with 4 strangers should soon be forgotten. Humhhhhh…..
Its an odd sensation, being on a packed hot night train and looking at nothing except the grey ceiling 3 foot above and a strange brown limbed, fully dressed, child opposite. David was in another top bunk at my feet, with a different stranger below him. Even the lower bunks are closed off to the outside world, curtains closed all around them. Then a shuddering motion when every so often the train tilts to one side and I feel like my body will slide along the plastic bed and my head will hit the walls but the train tilts the other way and that feeling goes.
There’s a girl in the next cubicle who’s on her laptop with all her lights on, most people turn their lights off immediately and are trying to sleep. Someone laughs and a baby cries, coughing, farting and snoring mix, the air con kicks in and eventually people drift off to sleep.
I set my alarm clock for 3.50am, our stop was supposed to be at 4am, barring traffic jams and delays. Indian traffic is notorious so we allowed another hour before being collected by a driver! We eventually dismount at 4.45am, and our driver is also on Indian time, arriving at 6.55am! In the meantime, we sit on the platform, centre of attention again, saying “good morning” to the rough sleepers, school children and office-wear clad people waiting for the 6.45 to where ever.
As we boarded the train, after walking the whole train length twice, I notice 3rd (cattle) class, just as you see it on TV, wooden seats, crammed full, no glass in the windows, just metal bars….reminded me of certain trains in Germany long time ago, people peering out…
Dui town
Dui is the Union territory in the State of Daman & Dui, a coastal town at the eastern end of Diu Island, India. A bridge connects the island to the state of Gujarat which overlook the Arabian Sea. Dui is an independent state and therefore sells alcohol (only available in bars, not in restaurants), Gujarat does not!
We finally arrive late morning, to a modern 4* hotel where very few of the staff speak English, so our simple request for “2 black coffees, cornflakes with cold milk, then toast and jam” results in 1 cup of milky white coffee, toast and marmalade, then cornflakes, then inedible pancakes! We crash out, exhausted, and decided to try again the next day!
We were out walking last night and came across a procession of well dressed people, complete with wedding band, heading to a pre-wedding clothing ceremony. The bride to be’s uncle is very wealthy and gave an outfit to everyone attending. It was happy, colourful and a little over the top but we were pleased to be invited to watch.
Wedding crashing
The next day, we listened to the wedding band, heading off to another hotel. Day 3, we were woken at 8.30am by the wedding procession, this time with the bride and groom in a “horse drawn carriage” being paraded past our hotel. A few of the guests recognised us, invited us down but I really didn’t think they would appreciate my attire, nightshirt and dirty feet, so we kindly declined.
We explored the whole island in our few days, not that difficult considering its only about 10km long! We found all “5 beaches you must visit”, sadly they did not match up to the glossy clean images on the internet. At no point would we consider more than paddling in the water’s edge, we would have to fight through the rubbish and debris. Water sports were very cheap…..still not enticed in.
Portuguese Influence
The major attraction on the Island is an old fort, built and used by the Portuguese during their occupancy, until 1950s. You can see the European style buildings with painted tiles all around the town, three Roman Catholic churches (that are now very run down) and family services (a small hospital, school and gardens and playgrounds) but everything is barren or overgrown with weeds and unused. All references to the Portuguese were removed once the Indians took over, and its as though the Indians declared “don’t use these facilities” and things are left to decay. Very sad.
Udaipur is a city in the western Indian state of Rajasthan. Founded by Maharana Udai Singh II in 1559, it’s set around a series of artificial lakes that were created to supply water to nearby villages after flooding a small valley in 1362 and is known for its lavish royal residences. City Palace, overlooking Lake Pichola, is a monumental complex of 11 palaces, courtyards and gardens, famed for its intricate peacock mosaics. The Lake has been known to almost dry up in drought years where the old town of Pichola is sometimes visible. Jag Niwas Island is home to the Royal’s Lake Palace, and Jag Mandir island is now the Taj Palace Hotel, where a basic room might set you back £550 a night!
It’s very calm and serene and full of hotels and havelis on the lakeside, behind this are hectic narrow streets (not wide enough for cars) humming with markets, shops, restaurants and businesses.
Its also home to a big hand made clothing scene, linen, silk, cotton, wool mix, for trousers, shirts, jackets, waistcoats or dresses and saris. David ordered 2 pairs of good quality linen trousers and 2 short sleeved shirts, made to fit, in 24 hours for about £45. In the meantime, I went next door and signed up for a wonderful massage, I was scrubbed with herbs and essential oils, masaged from head to foot and had a pedicure. I left 2.5 hours later, cleaner, lighter and looser, all for £25. The Indian head massage was simply heaven!!!
We spent our one full day here at the City Palace, the hugest place we have seen so far, its a mix of 11 palaces, all added and extended over time, blended with gardens and courtyards. It’s decorative, informative and full of historical exhibits, including old carriages and clothing used and worn over the centuries. The Palaces also have several blue and white “areas”, decorated with Portuguese tiles, depicting the national bird, the Peacock.
We left the Palace and walked around the Lake to a “skyride” to the top of the small mountain behind the city. This facility is fairly new and Indians are in awe of it! The views are over the lake, it was another humid day when we were there so views were a little hazy.
From the skyride, we took a boat ride around the main features of Lake Pichola, gawped at the Palace and the Taj Hotel before heading back to our own hotel for dinner in the roof top restaurant. All in all, a lovely relaxing city full of gentle, stress free people.
Four days on my own, so to speak (whilst the invalid was busy nurturing his Delhi belly), in Pushkar, and we (the Royal WE) really needed to move on. Pushkar is a small town known for only 2 things – it’s all year round hippy vibe and its Camel Fair in November every year. Missing the camel fair was not a big issue for me but being surrounded by weed smoking, long haired hippies (who were at least 50 years old) and bell jingling priests who want to dip you in the “holy lake” was far too much for my liking! Plus, as it’s the “holiest town” ever, no alcohol or meat anywhere!!!!
Its called a holy town because as the saying goes Brahma came here, dropped a lotus leaf and the lake was created. Any religious person in India is encouraged to visit and dip in the Lake at least once in their life, once I saw the green slime, duck poo, cow poo and dirty “priests” taking a dip, I sort of ran a mile and found the perfect coffee shop overlooking the Lake called Laura’s Cafe. I found refuge here several times, indulging in delicious fresh coffee, sugar and lemon pancakes and peace from the hustle.
Brahma’s temple is atop a small hill nearby and is lit up every night for those brave enough to trudge up there in the dark. Very pretty, from a distance!
The town is also popular with wedding parties, so drums
started about 4pm, music followed quite quickly afterwards and lights and
fireworks went off randomly until midnight each night. Thankfully we had a
supply of ear defenders to hand!
I found a lovely cafe called Funky Monkey, run by two men, one trained in the UK as a chef, so when I asked for “plain vegetable soup” for the poorly invalid, he made just that. Pasta, pizza, sandwiches and soups were amazingly tasty, I didn’t even miss the lack of protein.
Jodhpur
We travelled to our next stop Jodhpur, the blue city! And it is. The buildings are painted in various shades of blue for two reasons – it apparently keeps mosquitos away and in times gone by, walls were plastered with lime mixed and coloured by indigo, to help retain heat in the winter and coolness in the summer. This time we opted to stay in a Haveli where the views were fantastic, the Fort one side and the blue city the other.
The Haveli’s owners were once doctors to the Fort’s residents, their home is inside the Fort walls, and the son KD (for short) is an Ayurveda specialist so was able to suggest a herbal tea concoction for the invalid. It helped settle David’s stomach, aided by more plain vegetable soup.
We managed to take a short trip around the 16th
century Mehrangarh Fort, thankfully they have a lift to the top levels! The
Fort was built 120m above the skyline, with its building materials being chiselled
from the rock it stands on. The walls are 10kms long and the city sits within
the walls below in a cube type layout. Its still run by the Jodhpur royal
family, who provide a trust fund to manage it whilst they live outside the city
in a huge palace on the horizon. Some of the rooms were stunningly decorative
and full of old family clothes, jewellery, armour and artefacts. One room’s walls
and ceiling was decorated with thousands of tiny mirrors and was used as a
“pleasure room”…..
Ranakpur
After an evening in the Haveli, we moved onto our next stop – an old hunting lodge in another national park called Ranakpur. The scenery changed from flat scrubland to green forestry areas punctuated by large rocky outcrops. The house was in its own grounds and reminded me of houses in Rhodesia and south Africa, large dusty driveways, dry green grass and flowerbeds around the house tended by old men, few old dogs lazing in the dust and a swimming pool and veranda overlooking the gardens. It had seen better days but it was just a bed for the night.
Jain Temple
We have seen lots of men who look homeless, wander the strees with no shoes and no baggage, stopping outside temples and spending the nights on the floor. I asked our driver why they lived like that? It is their choice, they are single old men who are devout Jainists, they have absolutely nothing except their beliefs. We took a drive out to a Jain temple, Jainism is not a religion but a way of living. Jain followers believe in 5 principles:
1 No violence – allow everyone and everything to live, do not cause harm to any living being, in both thought and action
2 Only speak the harmless truth
3 No stealing – do not take anything that is not properly given
4 Remain celibate or monogamous
5 Non possession – detach from materials things, people and places
Jainism is practised full time by priests, who believe the universe is eternal and they live in a state of “kevala” – perfect bliss and existence without form. In other words, they are homeless wanderers living a simplistic life spreading their word.
The founder of this way of thinking created this temple so every religion could worship here, the building is an incredible construction feat. It is totally symmetrical, has 1444 hand carved white marble pillars (no two are the same) and hand carved domes. Only one pillar has been deliberately carved to look like it’s leaning, to show that some things can be imperfect yet still perfect.
Kumbahlgarh Fort
After leaving Ranakpur Park we headed into the Aravalli Hills, a steep winding road into the mountains to visit one of the biggest hilltop Forts we have seen so far. Built in the 15th century by a Maharana, the 14km long walls are thick enough to take a horse and cart, and surround hundreds of temples (some dating back to the 2nd century), a palace, water storage tanks, cannon bunkers and the main fort buildings.
The walkway up was steep, but the views across the old
temples and township buildings, towards the mountains and beyond, were
outstanding and unbelievable.
From here we headed down the rough potholed roads to our last city in Rajasthan state, Udaipur, the city on the lake.
Of course it’s an everyday event, out walking on an evening stroll, colourful event passes by, it can only be a groom on his white stallion, heading to his wedding. What else?? Surrounded by a dozen brightly dressed men carrying umbrellas lit with coloured flashing lights, a troupe of dancing women and an even more colourful loud band. Of course its normal…..We were both invited to dance with the ladies, but kindly declined, didn’t want to show off our flamenco skills ?.
The Wind Palace at night
Jaipur, was named the Pink City when it was painted pink (the colour of Indian hospitality) in 1876 in honour of a visit by the Prince of Wales and Queen Victoria.
More than 150 years on, its now only got what you would call a pinky orange hue amongst the dirt and debris in this busy city. It is a walled city, established in 1690, the walls were to protect it from enemies and wild animals. Now its 7 gates cause huge bottlenecks as people, bikes, motorbikes, taxis, tuktuks and busses try to get through the tight single vehicle archway, all honking at the same time! Traffic moves eventually but whilst stationary, vehicles and their passengers are bombarded with requests to buy teatowels, coconuts, trinkets or donate cash to beggars who won’t take “no” for an answer!
Our first stop was to a temple just outside the city called the Monkey temple. It involved a gentle climb up a ravine passing several smaller temples and natural pools created by mountain water. At the top, in the very small temple, is an image in the rock that looked like a monkey a few 100 yeats ago, especially now the monkey has been painted on! The idea is to be blessed in this temple (for good health), jump into the pool outside, go to the next (elephant) temple, be blessed for happiness and jump into the 2nd pool outside, then go to the last temple, for all the gods, be fully blessed and jump into the last pool. I participated in the final blessing only, the man inside was patient and explained everything but kindly declined a swim in the murky green pools!
View from the top
Actual colour!
I have been blessed.
We checked into our hotel in Jaipur, a 5star Heritage hotel, full of marble floors, wooden furniture and smart staff. This is our first “expensive “ hotel, others have been 3 star, but this was recommended to us. I must say that our version of 3 star and 5 star vary differently to the Indian versions ?. A wooden 4 poster bed, large shower, western toilet with toilet paper are great but the window was sellotaped shut, the view was almost blocked off with the external plaster decoration as you can see below, the nets were so heavy and the room was shaded and was definitely on the 5 star level that we are used to! We have requested a balcony at our next hotel, we need some sunlight on our skin and fresh air in our room, albeit dusty air!
We spent the morning at the 17th century Amber fort, high up on a hill. It was built as a palace surrounded by a fortified town. The walls of the fortification are still visible on the mountains, as are the older and original buildings used by the royal family before the Fort was built. Its large, impressive, ornate in places and was well used in its time. Elephants were used to ferry visitors up to its gates, still in operation today for lazy tourists. We walked up, fascinated by the interior decoration, which is often described as “romantic”…….”interestingly built and beautifully decorated” would be our description.
Ceiling of the Public Hall
Internal building
Wall and ceiling decorations.
Another meeting hall
Two sweaty tourists!
Next was the Maharaja’s burial place, a peacefully cool structure, made up of three different areas, we had no guide here so couldn’t work out whose mausoleum belonged to who, the link between information + tourism = more tourists + more income has yet to be made! However it was beautiful and cool on a sunny afternoon and the carvings on the marble were exquisite.
That evening we ate Italian!!!!! Staying in hotels has it’s downside, the hotel menus cater for tourists and offer the same things, so we were getting a little tired of chicken tikka, masalas and biryanis. David found a restaurant called Little Italy, totally vegetarian but we had the most divine meal – and huge portions!!! Bruschetta and garlic mushrooms to start, pesto pasta, pizza and the most unusual salad ever, it came with a bowl of mixed leaves, tomatoes and dressing, and then a plate of grilled asparagus (my favourite), roasted tomato, ravioli parcels, crostini and parmesan chips!!!! AND balsamic vinegar, no curry spices in sight or smelling range! Ohhh, did I mention they served WINE too? We were heavenly stuffed that night ??
Bruschetta
Mushrooms
Asparagus!
Salad
Pesto pasta
Pizza
Mango cheesecake
Afterwards we took a tuktuk back to the hotel, in what the owner called “a poorly machine”, he had to get out and push start it and kept revving it as we came to a junction….he so wanted our custom that he kept telling us it was “fine now” and how he was a “careful driver” which he was. It was a colourful journey at night, the city’s Albert Hall museum was awash with colour as was the Wind Palace, and the market streets, even at 11pm.
The Lake Palace
Next day was a full day in the city. Firstly we visited the City Palace which is still in use by the current royal family. Its a complex of courtyards, buildings and gardens, enlarged over the past 100 years but still in keeping with the Mughal architecture. On close inspection, certain areas were lacking attention to the deterioration, i will inform Her Maj. The Throne Room was lavishly decorated, still used when dignitaries (such as The Strattons) visit or during festivals, sadly no photos allowed, Her Maj was having a bad hair day.
Next to it are gardens called Jantar Mantar (such lovely words, David kept saying it over and over), gardens created in 1728 that look like a collection of odd structures but they are in fact buildings to measure astronomical time, date, latitude and longitude and the position of stars and the solar system. Its name is Sanskrit for “instruments of calculations” which is exactly what we found. Could not figure out why so many, or who thought them up, I’m sure Mr Google would confirm.
This showed time accurately at 12.45pm.
Visit to a hand block printing shop, where I confess, I did purchase a tablecloth or two….well, they are stunning!
Painted elephant on its way to a wedding ceremony.
We fought our way through several streets of traders to enter the rear of the Wind Palace (Hawa Mahal), we actually thought we were lost so we followed a group of Indians who finally found the entrance! What’s wrong with doors off the main drag??? This was to be worth the subterfuge, this gem of a building was so beautiful, almost fairytale in its design. It was constructed in 1799 by the Maharaja to allow his Royal ladies to look out onto the world and watch the activities below. The honeycomb windows, made of pink sandstone are, in certain areas, filled with coloured glass, but the designs allowed wind to blow through, doing away with the need for water to cool interior rooms. It would have been an issue to pump it to the top of the 5 floors so the natural wind solved the problem. Both during the day and at night, its a pretty stunning building!
Finally we visited another temple on a hill, sat amongst the more modern part of town, glass office buildings surrounded by hoardings advertising health care or private schools. The temple was once again a chilled marble building, peace amongst the chaos, beautifully carved marble pillars and cornices. Jaipur is another chaotic city that has lost it’s colour but hasn’t lost its vibrancy.
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