India & Sri Lanka 2019

January - February 2019
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  • Day 10

    Mirissa Beach

    January 24, 2019 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    Relaxed morning today, before we packed up and headed for the station. Caught the train a few stops eastwards to Mirissa Beach where we had the next couple of nights booked in. Our guesthouse was in a small side street a couple of hundred metres back from the beach, but run by a lovely lady and her family. She even gave us her usual downstairs room since it was air conditioned and we'd booked a non-a/c room!

    Relaxed for a little while then headed to the beach where we spent the entire afternoon. Water was nice and warm, though the surf was a bit rough. At least there were lifeguards!

    Went straight out for dinner though we hadn't brought much money with us - unfortunately we were in tourist country here and had to settle for a couple of fairly basic rotis.
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  • Day 12

    Full Day at Mirissa

    January 26, 2019 in Sri Lanka ⋅ 🌧 27 °C

    Basically spent the full day at the beach today. We went down in the morning, around 10am, and stayed there until mid-afternoon when it clouded over. Relaxed back at our apartment for a while, then headed out for dinner.

    Ended up at a place along the far end of the beach with tables and chairs literally on the sand - the first row of tables got wet feet every time a wave swept in! We were a bit further back, thankfully. Lots of seafood on the menu at fairly reasonable prices!
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  • Day 13

    Back to Colombo

    January 27, 2019 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Last giant breakfast at our guesthouse before heading to the train station. The train was at around 9:50am and had only been to one stop prior, so we hoped it wouldn't be too crowded, but there was a huge number of people at the station, mostly tourists.

    As the train pulled in I barged through the crowd and jumped on while it was still moving, Sri Lankan style, and managed to get us a couple of seats albeit not together. Trains here get extremely crowded and for many services you can't actually reserve seats at all. I was sitting at first next to an older English lady who'd been travelling here for three weeks as a long stopover on her way to Melbourne to see her daughter and grandson, so we had a good chat about various things.

    She hopped off in Galle so Shandos was able to eventually sit next to me for the rest of the trip. Still just glad we had seats, since some people who got on at the same stop as us had to stand all the way to Colombo - three hours! Yikes.

    Our hotel this time was over in an expat and embassy sort of district. Much calmer and quieter than our previous place, and quite a bit nicer too. Went out for a wander around, where we saw the Independence Hall (where Sri Lanka's independence docs were signed), as well as a few other cultural institutions like the museum, the art gallery and stuff.

    Expensive foreigner tickets, so we skipped them all and eventually headed home.

    In the evening we headed out for dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant, with someone Shandos knew from Instagram. She was Belgian, but has been living here for the last six months. She also brought along her dachshund, Chuck! Very cute, and he just sat quietly on her lap for the duration of the meal - tasty Indian food.
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  • Day 14

    To India!

    January 28, 2019 in India ⋅ 🌫 15 °C

    Time to leave Sri Lanka. Not in a big hurry today so we took our time in the morning, though breakfast was only a couple of supermarket muffin type things - nothing provided by our hotel. Caught an Uber to the centre of town and then a bus out to the airport, quite cheap and got us there in good time. There's a large Chinese-built expressway that connects the airport with Colombo and nobody uses it since it has a toll!

    Terminal was pretty crowded and the check in was very slow, especially since the guy thoroughly checked our immigration documents for India (visa paperwork etc). I guess they've had issues, and it's the airline's responsibility to fly us back home if we can't get in. Went through emigration and security hoping to have some food on the airside, but the only edible looking thing was Burger King at extortionate prices! Seriously - 16 USD for a Whopper meal!!! That's more expensive than Singapore or Dubai! Admittedly, beef is a rare option here (even though Sri Lanka is mostly Buddhists who don't specifically ban eating beef), but still. We were shell-shocked.

    In the end we found a place selling dodgy sandwiches and we had a couple of those to use up our last Sri Lankan money. Flight left on time at 2pm, and thankfully we had food on the flight. Very full and unfortunately I was stuck in the middle seat again! The guy sitting in the window seat had a serious case of manspreading which kept annoying me.

    Landed in the dark at around 6pm after circling for a while in a holding pattern and breezed through the terminal with no issues. Apparently Delhi is one of the worst airports for taxi scams so we decided to grab an Uber, but I had to rely on the free terminal wifi to call for one, and once we got in the carpark it dropped out! Luckily the Uber-wranglers in the pickup area could call the guy and get him to come back.

    Taxi ride took about 90 minutes to go 10 kilometres, fairly standard for Delhi traffic which is insane. Bikes, rickshaws, cars, buses and trucks filling every possible space and going every direction, constantly blaring their horns. Unlike in Sri Lanka where horn beeping is "I'm here", drivers here seem to be saying "move arsehole" with every toot.

    But we arrived in one piece. Our hostel is way out in the suburbs, realistically it's in what would've been a different city but slowly been subsumed by Delhi's urban sprawl. Certainly somewhere that tourists never go, as it's a long way from any tourist attractions! Loads of people around, constant noise, rubbish, animals etc, but realistically not much different from what we were expecting.

    Once we settled into our room we went back out for food and ate at a nearby hole in the wall semi-street food place. The kitchen basically fronts onto the street so you know that everything is getting cooked as needed. We shared a vegetable biryani (basically fried rice) and some stuffed naan, both of which were extremely spicy. Shared a joke with the guys running the place that it was not spicy for them, maybe a little bit for us! But still a welcome change after mostly bland Sri Lankan food.

    Off to bed, looking forward to getting amongst it over the coming days.
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  • Day 15

    Exploring Delhi

    January 29, 2019 in India ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    Up and out from our hostel at a good time, and grabbed some breakfast of rotis and chai from street vendors at the metro station nearby. The main reason we'd stayed in this area was because of the metro station - Delhi's metro is pretty modern and efficient, with trains every few minutes and fairly good coverage of the city. It's also extremely middle class, with no beggars or anything like what you see on European metro networks.

    It was a bit difficult to manage since we didn't have local SIM cards yet, and a lot of the signs are in Hindi, but we caught a train into the centre of town and then another train to Old Delhi for our first stop - the Red Fort.

    Within a minute of emerging from the station, a pushy cyclo driver kept telling us that the Red Fort was closed, and that our best option was to take a rickshaw ride with him. I burst out laughing because it's such an obvious tourist scam, but we walked down the street and found that the Red Fort was indeed, closed! The whole garden area in front was walled off for a festival celebrating the 150th anniversary of Gandhi's birth, and the fort was closed for six days because of it! Ignoring all the touts who kept telling us it was closed and to do a tour with them, I spoke to an older uniformed guard carrying a shotgun who confirmed that yes the closure was legitimate, but the festival was starting at midday and we could come back then.

    So we wandered away under constant siege, but found our way to Jama Masjid, a large nearby mosque built of red sandstone. Very impressive. Had an argument with the guy who was "minding shoes", as he wanted 100 rupees ($2) for "minding" our shoes! I explained that I wasn't going to pay anything since he didn't tell me up front, didn't have a sign etc, and put on my shoes and started walking away. Eventually we compromised on 20 rupees - not a big loss but a reminder that everyone in the tourist areas wants money and you have to be constantly vigilant.

    We set off walking into the backstreets and alleys of Old Delhi, trying to find the spice market that all the rickshaw drivers kept talking about, but since we didn't have data on our phones we didn't have much luck. It was pretty intense as well, with the noise and the crowding and reckless drivers/riders. Lots of shops selling random Indian stuff like those yellow flower necklaces the Hindus wear, jewellery, etc, but no sign of the spice market.

    At midday we went back to the Red Fort and headed into the festival. Wasn't really much for us to see, but there was a bunch of tents set up where each state of India was selling local food. So we grabbed some stuff from the Kerala tent - Kerala is down on the south-west coast and a spot we won't be going to on this trip (though it's well known on the blogger/backpack circuit), so it was good to get a taste for that area.

    Got a couple of photos of the fort exterior - not the best World Heritage Site visit we've ever done - and then wandered away in search of a phone store. After quite a bit of searching we managed to find an Airtel store, then after 15 minutes of waiting in queue they told us they were out of tourist SIMs! But there was a Vodafone store across the street, where after a 20 minute wait we were in luck. 225 rupees each (about $4.50 AUD) for a 28-day SIM with 1.4 gigs of data each day. Nice. The whole process took an hour, involving passports, visas, photographs, writing the form out longhand and then replicating the information in the computer. Indian bureaucracy! But at least we were sorted.

    Grabbed an Uber down to our second WHS for the day - Humayun's Tomb. This is a large tomb complex for Humayun, one of the early Mughal rulers of India. It's a massive red and white sandstone building with beautiful white domes on top, and is actually a sort of mausoleum for the family - there's apparently ~150 burials in there. It resembles the Taj Mahal though it pre-dates it. And unlike the Taj which was built by the emperor for his dead wife, this was built by a widow for her dead husband the emperor.

    Spend a couple of hours wandering around here checking out the complex before getting another Uber back to the hotel. Returned to the same place as last night for dinner, though after our mouth-burning spiciness I was feeling much less adventurous and just settled for some garlic naan instead!
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  • Day 16

    An Interesting Day

    January 30, 2019 in India ⋅ 🌫 10 °C

    Another nearby breakfast of roti and tea before heading out into the city again. First stop was just nearby, the Qutb Minar archaeological site. The main attraction here is the world's tallest stone minaret, topping out at just over 70 metres! It's very impressively designed as well, and located in a complex with a few ruined mosques, tombs and other buildings. Although it had been fairly quiet when we arrived at about 9am, it steadily filled up and by the time we left at 11 it was getting quite crowded. Fairly typical for a place in India! It's like constantly being at the Easter Show or something.

    Next stop we headed over to India Gate, a massive Arc de Triomphe style archway that commemorates the Indian dead from WW1, WW2 and other campaigns. Lots of Indian tourists about but not many Westerners. Huge numbers of people selling crap too, toys and photographs and the like - again mostly aimed at locals. I reckon it was probably a 50/50 split between people selling and people there to see the monument!

    From here we headed to Connaught Place, the centre of New Delhi designed by the British in the 19th century. There's a bunch of old white colonnaded colonial-style buildings around a multi-acre roundabout, laid out in very much a Parisian style. As it was lunchtime, we found a place that apparently did decent food and seemed busy so wandered in. We both had a thali which is basically a mixed curry plate - three small serves of curries, rice and naan. Very tasty!

    We felt like finding a coffee place and having a sit down to relax, and so we stood around near the exit of the metro station trying to find an option on our phone. As we were looking at our phones, a guy approached offering to clean my shoes; I said no and waved him away without even looking up since I was pretty used to constantly being pestered. Then he said "but sir, look!" I glance down, and lo and behold there's a huge dollop of wet cow shit on the top of my right shoe!

    It immediately clicked what had happened - he had squirted it there without me noticing, and would then expect a "tip" for cleaning it off! I shouted no and told him to F off, turning around and taking my shoe off. Shandos and I (okay mostly Shandos) cleaned the shoe off over the next 10 minutes with tissues and water we had to hand. The shit culprit had disappeared almost immediately which was lucky for him; as we were standing there cleaning it I was getting angrier and angrier and probably would have gotten physical if he'd come back. He was an older guy and pretty scrawny as I remember.

    Eventually we got 95% of the shit cleaned off. Both a little shaken, we decided to just head straight for the nearby metro and head home where we spent the late afternoon relaxing in our room. I did some more reading and apparently the shoe-shit scam is quite common in that area of Delhi - an article in the Guardian written in 2010 said he'd had it happen four times in the same area, even after living in Delhi for years! Apparently it goes back as far as the 60s. I've heard of similar scams involving mustard on jackets and fake bird shit, but those are often precursors to getting pickpocketed. At least it made me feel a bit better - we didn't lose anything more than 10 minutes of our time, and that even westerners who've lived here for a couple of years can fall victim to it.

    For dinner we headed out to an odd place nearby, a sort of hipster arts collective in a compound with galleries and multiple western-style cafes. We went in a couple of cafes, and both of them could've been anywhere in a first world country, although the prices were about halfway between Western and typical Indian. Quite an odd feeling, though I guess these places will keep on popping up. Although there's a lot of poverty here in India, there's a colossal middle class as well that's only going to keep on growing. Moving on tomorrow!
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  • Day 17

    Southwest to Jaipur

    January 31, 2019 in India ⋅ 🌫 13 °C

    Super early start this morning - alarms set for 4:30am! Unfortunately most of the trains we're going to catch in India leave at around 6am, so this is going to be a regular feature for us. But we were out the door and in an Uber by 4:45. One consequence of staying so far out of the city centre was that getting to the station was a 30 minute journey, even with zero traffic and ignoring red lights as our driver was doing!

    We'd read that finding your way around New Delhi's immense station could even take an hour, though we figured we'd have an easier time of it than that. As it was, I'd researched which platform our train was likely to arrive on, and so we walked straight through and were on the platform by 5:20, with 40 minutes until the train left! Only two guys tried to scam us in the hundred metres between getting out of the Uber and getting on to the platform - just the typical "oh your tickets are invalid, you need to go over here to this (unofficial) ticket window where the officer (my friend) will sell you the proper tickets (at an enormous markup)". I just laughed and walked away both times.

    The train arrived at about 5:45 and we boarded - not the crazy rush like in Sri Lanka since the seats are all numbered and reserved. Fairly comfortable, with padded individual seats, air-conditioning and a few power points scattered around. We were even served breakfast on this train! The non-veg option was two deep-fried curried potato things, which had been reheated in the microwave and were pretty soggy. At least it came with bread, butter, honey, chai tea and some random lemon drink thing. Oh and a litre of water each.

    We settled in for the four hour ride down to Jaipur, which eventually became a 5.5 hour journey as the train got further and further behind schedule - very common! The landscape between Delhi and Jaipur was incredibly flat and fertile with mostly rice fields. Some poverty around, but the towns we went through mostly just looked like Delhi, just with more rubbish piled about. So much plastic.

    Arrived in Jaipur around midday where we met a driver from our hotel who gave us a lift, even though it was only about 400 metres! It was of course a loss leader for him to sell his tours of the local sights at a later point. His prices seemed pretty reasonable, but we decided to just DIY anyway. Uber is just a much safer option in places like this - the driver has no control over the fare to rip you off, going the long way doesn't earn them extra money, your pickup and drop-off points are prearranged, and they can't stop at all of their friends's jewellery and carpet shops.

    Again, we're staying in an area with very few tourists, so the people at a nearby thali restaurant got a big surprise when two white people came in and ordered thalis! Like the places we'd eaten at in Delhi, the kitchen here is basically out the front on the pavement, and the tables & chairs are indoors behind it, so you can see your food being cooked which is nice. Tasty food again, particularly the paneer curry - paneer is the cubed Indian cottage cheese.

    Grabbed an Uber and headed across town to Jantar Mantar, an observatory dating back to the 16th century. All of the instruments here are large stone and iron constructions, including the world's largest sundial, accurate to within two seconds! There was about 20 different instruments here for various astronomical and astrological purposes, though we didn't want to pay for a guide so felt a bit lost with a lot of it! It wasn't until annoyingly late on that I realised "altitude" in reference to stars actually means "degrees above the horizon", not "distance from the ground". Same same but different. Quite an unusual World Heritage site, then.

    From here we went walking around central Jaipur, known as the Pink City. This is because the buildings are all painted pink! This was done to impress the Prince of Wales on one of his visits in I think the 18th century, and they've just kept painting it a pale salmon shade of pink ever since. It's quite unusual to look at, and appealing too. The other main thing we saw in town was the Jawa Mahal, or palace of the winds - a large palace building where the facade has about 700 window holes. This was partly done for ventilation in the hot summers, but also so the palace women could look out on the parades below without having to cover their faces.

    Wandered around the streets a bit more, looking at various things, trying different bits of street food, until we eventually headed home via Uber in the late afternoon. Didn't feel like going out again so we just had a few bits and pieces from the hotel's rooftop restaurant for dinner. Tasty enough, but overpriced for what it was.
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  • Day 18

    Amber Fort

    February 1, 2019 in India ⋅ 🌫 16 °C

    Our priority for today was the main World Heritage site here in Jaipur: the Amber Fort. It's part of the "Hill Forts of Rajasthan" serial site, which covers a total of six hill forts across Rajasthan (India's western desert state bordering Pakistan). The Amber Fort is the largest, most interesting, and closest to a major city, so it was kind of a no-brainer really!

    Took our time with a leisurely breakfast and then grabbed an Uber for the 15km trip out of town to the fort. It's located high up on a hill, and really the "fort" designation is a bit of a misnomer - it's really a palace. It mostly dates from the 15th and 16th centuries, built by the Rajas who ruled the area during that time. It was one of their main palaces although they had several others.

    Long walk up to the main gate, dodging the elephants which people ride up to the top. Always disappointing to encounter that, as elephant riding is a pretty awful practice. That said, I think the elephants are treated better these days than in the past, but "breaking" an elephant so it allows people on its back is still pretty cruel. Oh well, not much I can do about it.

    We spent a couple of hours wandering around the fort, checking out the various palaces and rooms. Lots of it was still in great condition, as it was used right up until the British occupation began in the 19th century. Beautiful to see all of the Mughal influence as well, with its Persian-style latticework, geometry and other decoration. Lots of good photo opportunities.

    One thing we both noticed as well is that although the sites we've been to are crowded, it's almost entirely Indian tourists. There's certainly foreigners around, but I'd say 95% of the visitors are domestic. Entry is pretty cheap for them (I think we paid 550 rupees each/$11, while it's just 50 rupees for locals), so it's not surprising to find a lot of locals. And there are lots of them!

    We were basically done with the Fort by early afternoon, so we got another Uber back into town and had thali plates for lunch at the same restaurant as yesterday. Spent the rest of the afternoon on the rooftop of our hotel, using laptops and relaxing.
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  • Day 19

    Eastwards to Agra

    February 2, 2019 in India ⋅ 🌙 9 °C

    Another early start as we hurried out and walked to the nearby station in the cold and dark. Arrived at 5:45 ready to catch our train. A bit trickier to figure things out this time as there was much less signage than there'd been at Delhi station, but once you're inside the station people are generally helpful (assuming they don't think they can get money from you!).

    The train arrived a few minutes late but headed off pretty much on time. We'd expected this one to be our worst train trip, as we'd had to book seats in AC 3-tier class. These are overnight trains with beds, three tiers of seats. Our particular train had left Udaipur at 10pm the previous night, and was continuing long after we departed in Agra - hard to believe some people might be on the train for 22 hours!

    So the comfort level was quite a bit lower than the earlier train, and due to crowding we'd had to book tickets in separate coaches as well. I was a bit concerned about leaving Shandos on her own, but in the end she was fine. My berth wasn't quite long enough for me, so I had to spend the time dozing with my legs in a V shape which was a bit annoying. Also since I was on the top bunk I didn't have a window and couldn't see a thing!

    So I just lay there for six hours listening to podcasts and music. We arrived in Agra around midday, got a tuktuk from the chaotic station to our guesthouse where we met the owner, Max - very friendly guy. Had some lunch nearby but we weren't particularly interested in exploring Agra as we'd heard there wasn't really much to see aside from the obvious. So we just chilled out in the hotel.
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  • Day 20

    Highlights of Agra

    February 3, 2019 in India ⋅ ☀️ 9 °C

    Up super early again as we hurried out, eager for our sunrise at the Taj Mahal. We hopped in an Uber, but there was an ominous fog around. By the time it dropped us at the eastern gate, and we'd caught a cycle rickshaw to the entrance (petrol vehicles aren't allowed within 500m of the monument), the sky was growing light but the fog was going nowhere.

    Got inside the gates around 6:45 ahead of a 7am sunrise, but the fog was still very heavy and visibility was probably about 25 metres. We wandered around the grounds, but you could barely see the main mausoleum until you were underneath it! Very impressive size, but disappointing that you basically couldn't see anything. We'd paid a little extra for access inside the mausoleum (remember the Taj was built as a tomb/monument for the emperor's favourite wife), which was thankfully quite nice inside. Very impressive detailing, with carved marble everywhere, intricate inlaid patterns and tiles, and lots of other beautiful stuff.

    After about 90 minutes and no sign of the fog lifting at all, we headed out fairly disappointed. Grabbed some breakfast at a place Max our host had recommended just near the southern gate - warm Indian spiced tea with some eggs and toast which lifted our spirits a bit. About 9:30 by the time we left here and although still foggy, it had cleared slightly, up to maybe 150m of visibility. We tried going back in the southern (exit-only) gate, but the guys with machine guns said you could only re-enter within 10 minutes of exiting.

    So we headed back to the hotel to warm up a bit and reassess. Had a nap and then headed out again at midday for some lunch nearby - Shandos had a thali while I just had some naan.

    We pressed on for the other main attraction in Agra - Agra Fort. As with the Amber Fort in Jaipur, it's really more of a palace than a fortification. Lots more beautiful Mughal buildings on display here, with the intricate Islamic style on display everywhere through throne rooms, audience halls, mosques, harems, bath-houses and much more besides. Beautiful water features and manicured gardens too, and we had a thoroughly enjoyable few hours wandering around. I remarked to Shandos at one point that we really need to get ourselves to Iran and central Asia (where the Mughals originally came from), to trace their story and see their original influences.

    We left here around 3pm, and of course it was just completely blue skies now (well except for the smog haze). Figured that the Taj was only a 15-20 minute walk to the western gate and that we should head that way, try to find a vantage point. There's a well-trafficked one across the river but we didn't feel like paying for a cab each way plus a $6 entry fee when it might be a crappy distant view anyway.

    The walk was a bit longer than expected, though made more enjoyable with Indian ice cream (creamier but harder than Western ice cream). Took a slightly wrong turn at one point and ended up in the middle of a Hindu religious service or something that was totally chaotic and not particularly in a good way. People were definitely staring, and although I didn't feel unsafe I certainly felt uncomfortable.

    Anyway we got to the gate and couldn't see any of the Taj at all. Since we'd come all this way, I suggested just showing the online tickets from my phone and trying to bluff our way in if they came up as having been used. I was well prepared for an argument and to play the indignant foreigner, but to my surprise the tickets scanned with no issues and the guy waved us through! They're single-use, and our ticket specifically said we had to enter before 9:30am, so who knows! If we'd bought paper tickets from the window in the morning, they would've been clipped with a hole punch and we wouldn't have been let back in - lucky us. Though honestly, we were probably both leaning towards paying a second time.

    But no matter, we were in! It was super crowded now, much more than earlier, but we got fantastic views of the Taj. It's incredible from a distance, gleaming white in the sun and reflecting in the pools, and as you get closer you can see more and more detail. The Farsi script that surrounds the entrances. The marble carvings underneath the archways. The floral gemstone inlays around the arches. Incredible Islamic patterns covering every single inch of it that just hadn't stood out in the morning gloom.

    We spent a long time here taking photos (and competing with others to take photos!), and we ended up going inside again (our "high-value" ticket allowed us access to the marble platform that the Taj sits on). But even just sitting up on the marble area was nice, since most of the locals don't go up there (at 200 rupees it's a massive extra cost on the 50 rupees they pay to enter, whereas for westerners it's insignificant compared to the 1100 you've already paid!).

    We stayed all the way until sunset at about 5:45 then caught a tuktuk back to the hotel. Had dinner nearby at a western fast food restaurant, where I had a chicken burger and Shandos bravely had a mutton kebab burger. Both very tasty, and no ill effects to report!
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