Thursday, January 28, 2010

A journey for my Grandpa... a journey through History - Egyptian Diary Part 2

It sucks when you cannot find the time to write, when you have so much going on in your mind about your travels... so much so that you feel like the last time you lifted your backpack was more than a year ago. It does feel that long. A little over a month ago, I was actually walking on a ramp that a boatman set up between our quaint little Felucca and the bank of the Nile, skillfully balancing my backpack. That aside, I was also trying not to wince in pain, having hurt my ankle within 4 days of landing in Egypt. How I tripped and fell down the stairs is another story all together.

Anyway, we had taken the overnight train from Cairo to Aswan, after the little adventure in Cairo station trying to book tickets at the price it was supposed to be sold at (60 UDS) instead of the tourist price (80 USD). Taking the train from Giza station, we enjoyed the luxury - private cabin, proper dinner in a tray and even soft Arabic music in the speakers. Quite a change from the street food haggling and hostel beds. Reaching Aswan, we were the only ones in the station to be received by a guy holding an A4 sheet with our names misspelt as compared to the other hotels holding up brass name plates et all. Just looking at that, we knew we were headed to a budget establishment.... Isn't that what I took pride in?

Hotel Memnon for now holds the record in my travel books as the shadiest hotel I have ever stayed in. The rooms were the saving grace. Everything outside the room looked like it belonged to a 80s B Grade movie. Luckily, we stayed only for 2 days in Aswan. 2 days was too much considering the temple overload - 2 killer temples.

First day, we headed to the Temple of Philae. A temple relocated to a beautiful quaint island, about a twenty minute drive and a 5 minute boat ride from Aswan city, this monument was moved piece by piece to this location as the earlier location was prone to flooding from the old Aswan dam. After the High Dam was built in Aswan, this was identified as a flood free location. I still could not believe how they could move a temple, but yes they did. I guess thats UNESCO for you.

Entering the temple, the first thing that struck me was the beautiful pink bougainvillea flowers and then the majestic columns of the temple. The courtyard and then the temple itself and the shrines all depicted Egyptians Gods and Goddesses, who I knew very little about that day. Though I had picked up the Ancient Civilizations of Egypt book and poured over it, I was thoroughly confused with Isis, Orisis, Hathor and Horus. And saying it over and over again, it even felt like a tongue twister.











































After a couple of days, you'll realise how I managed to fall in love with Isis and Hathor. Isis was the goddess of Magic.. more than that, I loved the fact that she was the Goddess of simplicity. The story about River Nile flooding from Isis's tears after the death of her husband Osiris pretty much moved me to tears. Can you miss someone so much? Hathor signified love and personified love in all ways possible. She was the Goddess of love, music, dance and foreign lands, all things I love. Walking through many many Egyptian temples, I learnt how to spot the two of them. Its like looking through thousands of photos and just recognizing two people. I developed my own bond with these two Goddesses. I wrote postcards to the ones I loved with images of Hathor or Isis on them.



Philae had been beautiful and peaceful. The boat ride and the drive was a haggle. Its Egypt - what do you expect? But, it was a dry run for what was in store for us the next day. Waking up at 2 30 am, we left the hotel at 3 am with a mini van convoy towards Abu Simbel, the temple in the Southern part of Egypt, hardly any distance from the Sudanese border. Known for the larger than life statues of Ramesses II (even larger than the Rajini cutouts in TN), this temple too had been relocated by the UNESCO from its original location. Buried under sand, it was discovered by a Swiss explorer Buckhardt, the same man who discovered Petra in Jordan. Just imagine that guys CV. Anyway, reaching Abu Simbel, we were torn between the view of the statues, the beautiful lake in front and history peeping from every little corner. All the stories carved in the walls of the temples, well lit and preserved, was mesmerising. At the same time, the entire temple looked too beautiful to be real - almost fake. Made us wonder whether it really was that old. Whether it had been built by the great pharaohs of Egypt. All the lighting made it look somewhat artificial. Just wanted to go back in time and see it the way it was. Only wish. Having said that, we lived a photo feast for the few hours we were there and headed back to Aswan, just in time to board our beautiful Felucca.












































Yup ! We gave up the 3 day - 4 night luxurious cruise liners for a wooden sail boat called a Felucca with a Nubian captain, an assistant boatman and 5 other wonderful travelers for company. Our Chinese child Alex was still around and one of them. Time to introduce the others - the oldest among the lot Maria from Austria, the quietest of the lot 'dont remember his name' from Japan, the neutral 'Man' from America (originally Chinese too) and 'the loud, fun and crazy Jose' from Spain. For every word that the Japanese guy said, Jose spoke about a million. Not having spoken in Spanish to anyone for over a week, Jose was dying to speak and the minute I said 'Habla espanol... um pouqito', he shrieked in joy and spoke non stop for the next couple of hours. Time flew by... We docked every once in a while to attend to natures call, spotted white camels in the banks and discussed business ideas about setting up a bar in the banks of the Nile called 'Camelo Branco', shared stories of Egypt, Spain, Japan, Austria, China and America. Overall, we entertained ourselves thoroughly.

The captain smoked up, cooked us some killer local food and gently steered the boat towards Kom Ombo. Just about 80 kms from Aswan, we sailed only 40 kms in a day. The stars that popped up everywhere in the night was the one sight I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. Every once in a while, a giant cruise liner would pass our boat and sweep giant waves in our direction rocking our boat. All said and done, the Felucca ride was worth every penny (Spent 100 Egyptian pounds - thats less than 1000Rs for a night and 3 meals and the entire journey).






































We boarded a mini van about 30 minutes away from Kom Ombo and started our journey back on land, visiting more temples. The Temple of Kom Ombo, the Temple of Edfu..... I'm not going to elaborate about Kom Ombo or Edfu.





























Instead I'll talk to you about the 4 new travelers we met on the mini van journey. 2 Singaporeans and 2 Canadians. The funny part about the Singaporeans was our little discovery about them working for State Bank of India in Singapore and that reminded Roy of his work experience with the Development Bank of Singapore in India. All bankers love to talk banks and that was their moment. The girl (the one married to the banker) was more keen on my South American adventure. As I started talking about South America, that made the 2 crazy Canadian guys wake up from their slumber. Nathan and Douglas. Looking a them, you would classify them as the typical Gringo travelers in any developing country. But, speaking to them, I couldn't help but envy their adventure through Morocco and Egypt and I guess through the rest of Africa (all planned). Outdoor people and just out of college, I envied how lucky they were to start traveling so young. And they felt I was the most atypical Indian they had ever met. We were in mutual admiration of our travels and hit it off instantly. The fact that I worked for Red Bull, which seemed to be the dream company for both these travelers made for some conversation about all the extreme sports and adventure sports that they loved to actually do and I had to make presentations about :) We hung out and hung out and before we knew it, we had reached Luxor.
















Oasis Hostel in Luxor was the best place we had stayed at so far. With a beautiful terrace cafe that served free tea at 5 pm and an owner Hassan who took amazing pride in the establishment and the tours, this place was a killer customer service place. Our days in Luxor were loaded with more temples....

On Day 1, we headed to the West Bank, which is where all the tombs are. The Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the Queens, as it is known is this huge area, where many tombs of pharaohs and Queens were escavated. Visit three tombs and you have seen them all. Its an overkill. The relief that came between all the tombs was the visit to the Temple of Hatshepsut. Difficult to pronounce - you can call it the Temple of Hot Chicken Soup. Say it fast and it sounds just like Hatshepsut. Hatsepshut was the only female pharaoh in Egypt. This temple, also known as Deir-el-Bahri is the mortuary temple of the queen, phenomenal architecture and something which is considered pathbreaking in Egyptian classical architecture. This temple was inspired by another temple which was built by a Pharaoh called Menuhotep. Tucked amidst the steep cliffs, the temple stands unique with a display of layered terraces, a sight you can marvel at from a distance.















Taking a break from temples, let me tell you a bit about the most interesting travelers we met in Luxor. Ricardo and Eider. Ricardo from Argentina met Eider from Spain in Varanasi in India. They fell in love and have been traveling since 2007 through Asia, working in China, being on the road through Iran and more and reached Egypt. All this journey through life and it was fate that we would meet in this hostel in Egypt to talk Latina tales and smile, laugh and share some unforgettable moments together. There is something about people who can speak Spanish softly that sounds so romantic that it instantly sets me dreaming.

Day 2 in Luxor, we took a shared mini van ride to the Temple of Karnak with the entire gang - Jose, Alex, Ricardo and Eider. This was the last temple we visited in Egypt and simply the best. Save the best for last! And that's exactly what we did unintentionally. We walked around for 4 hours through the freaking huge columns. Just trying to get one of those columns in a picture was a feat in itself. Just as much as the entire Egyptian civilization was so ancient and made us feel like we were from another time all together, this temple made us feel so small and insignificant in the scheme of history and time.





































Jose's running around and clicking pictures put the Japanese to shame. He even bought an Arab dress, which he insisted I wear. I attempted my Sheikh look for a while and was laughed at by a bunch of school kids on a picnic. It was our last day in historic Egypt and we couldn't have spent it with a more interesting set of people. More tea in the evening and we said our goodbyes. We were headed to Dahab in Sinai Peninsula. Jose was headed to Cairo. Alex was headed to Alexandria. Ricardo and Eider were flying to Spain.




































The past few days spent walking through temples and tombs, hearing stories of life flourishing in the east and being put to rest in the west, of prayers and rituals, all for the souls, we realised the stories of the civilization that lay buried. I am still in awe of Egypt and how ancient everything is. I cannot even begin to imagine how simple things would have been back then. How complex too in its own way. I feel far removed, yet lucky to be this close.

As touristy as it was, it was still some walk through history.

I think back on how I would have made my dad proud had he read about my Brazil trip. And I know that this history hopping along the Nile would have made another man real proud - my grandfather - the person who converted anything in my history textbook into a treat by narrating stories and making me imagine what it would be like. And here I am.... walking through a civilization that he tried to explain to me when I was a kid. To him - I dedicate this journey.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Quarta Experimental - Foodies of Belo Horizonte

Quarta Experimental - A blog started by the foodies of Belo Horizonte.

Quarta Experimental

The concept is very simple.... 4 girls invite friends over every Wednesday night and manage to find a traveler to come over and cook something. Either a traveler or just someone living in Belo Horizonte... The person whips up food from a land far far away. They drink, chat, eat and experience traveling to another country in the form of an unbelievable gastronomic adventure.

Well... I've never cooked in India. And I did in Belo Horizonte for 20 people about a year ago. Here's my story in Quarta Experimental. Click on the link below -

Khana Dil Se in Brazil



Its more than a year now... and I went back to the blog to read and found what they wrote about me.... Just made me cry..... (I'll blame it on the onions taking effect a year later). .. This is what they wrote ..

Tem uma coisa que vai ser impossível mostrar a vocês:

como a casa inteira foi tomada pelo cheiro delicioso das comidas da Apú....

Ela nos contou que a cozinha indiana se baseia muito mais nas cores e cheiros do que nas medidas. E ela cozinhou maravilhosamente bem, inundando o nosso apartamento (o hall e o elevador) com um cheiro maravilhoso...

realmente nossos queridos... essa lembrança é só de quem veio...

beijos

nos encontramos aqui

... and the translation...

There's something that will be impossible to show you:

as the whole house was taken by the delicious smell of food .... the APU

She told us that Indian cuisine is based much more on the colors and smells than the measurements. And she cooked wonderful, flooding our apartment (the hall and the elevator) with a wonderful smell ...

actually our dear ... this memory is only of those who came ...

kisses

we are here

Monday, January 4, 2010

Chaotic Cairo - Egyptian Diary Part 1

14th December - my sister got married. I met a thousand relatives after years (Imagine all the questions coming my way). 15th December - I flew back after her wedding for my annual appraisal and then went out to a classic Red Bull after office party. 16th December - I came home around 3 am after the party and picked up my backpack and my husband to board the Egypt Air flight to Cairo.

Chaotic 2 days. Consider the 2 days prior to the trip as a trailer of what was to come.

Airborne, I tried to overcome the disappointment of not having any in flight entertainment by sleeping all 6 hours, only to be woken up by the Captain's announcement that the flight was landing in Hurghada instead of Cairo. Cairo was facing some visibility issues. Hello! Was it that cold? We had no clue. With a beautiful view of aquamarine waters of the Red Sea and little islands off the coast, Hurghada landing was a scenic landing to our Egyptian holiday.






















2 hours later, we landed in Cairo and breezed through immigration. A smiling and loud 'Welcome' from the immigration authority was a beautiful deviation from any of the other countries we have entered. Waiting for us at the airport was James Hostel Brothers, a 6 ft leather jacketed chap with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Again - big grin and loud 'Welcome'.

Driving to the hostel, we asked him how far it was. We had read that Hostel Brothers was located in Downtown Cairo in a street called Talat Harb Street, very much like Linking Road or Hill Road with old European architecture. Nasser replies - "It will take 5 minutes or 1 hour". Yup! There are other cities like Mumbai where distance is measured in time and not kilometres.

After checking into our rooms, we were immediately kidnapped by our hostel owner Mustafa to get briefed about Egypt. Mustafa checked when our return flight was and immediately took a huge A5 sheet and started writing down an itinerary with dates, cities, details. The only thing that our eyes went to was the 265$ total written at the end of the page. Immediately, we realised how everything was tailored to be a tourist trap here. very politely declining the offer to be a part of a classic Egyptian package tour, we set out to explore.

First thing we did was head to the nearest Koshary place and grabbed a large bowl to eat. A mix of macaroni, rice, tomato gravy, lentils and friend onions, its 'cheap and best' food of Egypt. Everytime we had to bargain for a meal in any corner of Egypt, we looked for a Koshary house and ordered a large Koshary. Priced at 5, 6 and 7 Egyptian pounds for a Small, medium and large, its super value for money and delicious. (One of the best places to eat Koshary is Felfela, a restaurant not too far away from Talat Harb square in downtown area).

















Walking around Talat Harb street, many of the conmen of Cairo tried to chat with us to convince us to sign up for more package tours. Declining with a 'La Shukran' (No thank you), we just booked a cab for the tour of Giza, Sakkara and Memphis. We were surprised that it came rather cheap - for a price of 20$ for the day as against 30$ that most others were charging.

The tin can on wheels that arrived in the morning explained the 10$ difference. Comfort apart, we noticed that our driver was extremely skilled. One hand on the steering wheel and the other hand outside the window to hold the back door in place (it wouldn't shut), he manouevered the car pretty well through the crowded streets. With amazing skill, he shifted gears with his left hand in a split second before the back door would swing out and he would slam it shut in no time. I stayed away from the door and clung on to the seat just in case.

Anyway, we had only signed up for the car to take us to the Great Pyramids of Giza, the ancient pyramids of Sakkara and the city of Memphis. Beware! Everything in Egypt comes with some things free. And the freebies are not very exciting. Before we reached Giza, we were whisked away to 'The first official Papyrus museum of Egypt'. Everything is 'first' and 'official'. And, when it says museum, its a shop. After a 2 minute demo on how the papyrus plant is smashed to make papyrus, they offer you tea or Turkish coffee and show you a room full of things to sell. And specially for tourists, everything is at 50% discount. Learning quickly, we told our guide that we did not want to stop in any more 'first and official museums' like the perfume museum or the carpet museum like he had planned for us.

After all the debate and tea, we reached the Pyramids of Giza. We expected the Pyramids to be far away from the city in the middle of a desert or something. I guess that's what we imagined. Little did we know that the Pyramids would pop up at the end of one of the suburbs.... Imagine if you drive down Western Express Highway and then after all the highrises in Goregaon, spot the Taj Mahal. Pretty close to that.

Evading the horse carriage guys and the camel guys, we bought our tickets and ran in. What a sight! Nothing prepares you for the Great Pyramids of Giza. Check out some of the pics here to see how magnificent they are. I won't do much justice to the story as I don't really remember much about Khufu or Khafre, the pharoah's who built these pyramids. Better to read out here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pyramid_of_Giza.

Take a guide if you want to hear crazy stories about how the nose of the Sphinx got punched !


















































We skipped the walk upto the dunes to check out the view of the three Pyramids together or the tour inside the Pyramids. We instead spend time chatting with some camel chaps and local women.











































We also managed to adopt a Chinese kid within a few hours. Chinese kid aka Alex shall feature from Day 1 to Day 8 of our trip through Cairo, Aswan and Luxor. An interior design student from Glasgow, originally from China, Alex was a serial photographer, somewhat clueless about where he was going and fairly paranoid that he would get conned. So, we came to his rescue.

















Step Pyramids of Sakkara and the so called city of Memphis were fairly disappointing, considering how much we were charged to get in and what it had to offer. What can I say! It was historic. It was nice. But, it felt like an overdose. At the risk of offending Egypt Tourism, Egyptians and other history freaks, I'll recommend this when it comes to Egypt - If there are 10 things to see, shortlist 3 and do them well. Don't visit all 10 and get confused and disappointed. Having said that, its a learning after 2 weeks of visiting many pyramids, temples, tombs and more.














Anyway, after a dusty day, we ate more Koshary and mapped out what we wanted to do the next couple of days. 2 days of walking around, Cairo proved as chaotic as Mumbai. Here's what we packed in....

A visit to the Egyptian Museum is a must to understand all the dynasties and the basics of the civilisation. It also showcases all the golden stuff unearthed from Tutankhamun's tomb. Unimaginable.

A walk around Khan e Khalli market, which is Cairo's version of Crawford market, Linking Road, Chor Bazar all rolled into one is not to be missed. Housed in Islamic Cairo, thousands of shops amidst all the mosques and minarets makes the walk very interesting.
































Don't forget to get a tea and Sheesha at El Fishawy, one of the oldest cafes in Cairo.
































We landed up visiting Coptic Cairo, which houses the Hanging Church. Its beautiful.... but, again, think about whether you want a half hour metro ride to see one church or a lazy hour smoking a Sheesha.















Apart from Islamic Cairo and Coptic Cairo, we walked along the banks of the Nile and saw all the lit jazzy cruise ships go by with the over priced dinner terraces. Belly dancers and Sufi dancers on board, we were chased by agents to buy a cruise dinner package. We managed to evade that and head to a local bar for a beer and some Falafel. Must try Stella or Sakkara Gold from Egypt - smooth beer.

















Other than sights, I would strongly recommend walking through the downtown area and checking out some of the old bookstores. Going in and out of the little lanes, find newer cafes to drink tea and smoke some Sheesha. 1 Egyptian pound is the price for tea and if a place charges you 3, its time to find one with more locals. If you have the time, visit one of the really down market dance bars to catch some of the locals and belly dancers. Take a couple of metro rides, mini bus rides and gaze at the old buildings. Walk over the flyovers and catch a view of all the satellite dishes above the buildings fade away in the sunset.
































For a good laugh, check out the zebra crossings at traffic signals. The little green man (normally static) in the the signal for crossing the street is an animated running green man. Standing on one end of the street, you can see how Cairo people cross the street. A lot like India.. made me feel so much at home.

video

All said and done, between visiting one of the wonders of the world, avoiding tourist traps and bargaining for everything from food to postcards, Cairo was quite a chaotic start to our trip. I must admit that we have never felt so much at home in any of our holidays before. Right from the honking cabs to the crazy crowds , Cairo gave us a Mumbai welcome to Egypt.

Traveling along the Nile valley from Abu Simbel to Aswan to Luxor and then to Sinai Peninsula, we explored Egypt.... Temples and Tea... Feluccas and Falafels.. Pharoahs and pita bread... We saw lots and ate even more... Egyptian Diary Part 2 shall be uploaded shortly.....

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Insha Allah we managed a trip this year again...

So, it was officially 8 months since I got back from my 7 month trip in South America and 5 months since I got back from my 1 month trip to the Himalayas. Its been a day since I got back from my 2 week trip. Where did I go? Doesn't this sound like a GMAT question.....

Anyway, after all the traveling last year and middle of this year, I managed to land myself in a bit of a problem. I found a job. 5 months of hard work. Really. But then, by some miracle or God know's what plausible luck, I got away for 2 weeks in December.

With actually very little time to plan the trip and go, we chose Egypt. There was a huge debate between Roy and me about the choice of destination. I think we went back and forth to the travel section in crossword to refer to the Lonely Planets.

I wanted to go to Mexico. I guess Roy was a bit afraid that I may quit my job over SMS from Mumbai airport on impulse and take off to Central America after that. So, Mexico was ruled out. Also, everyone I knew scared me with the Swine Flu threat.

Then, we debated Kenya. I don't know the reason why we ruled it out. Somewhere along the line, someone warned us that we can spend 3 days in a cheaper country for the same price as Beer in Africa.

We considered Sri Lanka for a fleeting moment I think.

We also talked about Eastern Europe till a friend posted some really white pictures of Poland. Snow on a holiday is something I avoid. Buying a pair of boots would take away a day or two of my holiday from my budget :)

So, we couldn't afford anything too far away or in Africa. It was too cold in Europe and anywhere North. I wasn't in the mood to see any Buddha temples in any South East Asian land. That basically left the Middle East Most affordable and reachable. I'm not even considering Australia / New Zealand as the tickets to there was how much we managed to spend in the entire Egypt trip.

Memories as fresh as Pita bread, just putting down what's top of mind from Egypt and Jordan...

Chaotic Cairo was much like Mumbai. I realised that being lost in big cities is something I'm more in love with now.



















The Pyramids of Giza was as touristy as one would imagine any of the Wonders to be. Just the fact that its almost 5000 years old made us look at it in awe.

















Aswan, Abu Simbel, Kom Ombo, Edfu and Luxor - a complete temple overload. The cheap sailboat (Felucca) away from the commercial Nile cruise was the icing on the cake and helped us recover from the million confusing Egyptian gods, myths, pharaohs and mummies.



















A quick stop at Dahab, a town by Red Sea filled with backpackers was perfect for us to try our hand at scuba diving and hang long breakfasts. We researched every port town in Sinai peninsula to check how we could sneak into Jordan.



















And last but not the least, a visit to Petra in Jordan after hours of waiting in ports, bus stations, tea shops, ferries and immigration counters. Worth every minute we had to wait... an adventurous and an unexpected icing to our holiday. The 6th wonder of the world we have managed to visit.



I'm going crazy with thoughts from my trip and not enough time to put it down in writing. Hopefully, Ill sneak away some time next week. Watch this space for more. As they would say it in the Middle East, Insha Allah..... Insha Allah...

Sunday, November 22, 2009

A year ago....

I remember November 23rd very very clearly in my head. It was the day I was stranded in the little town of San Pedro Atacama in Northern Chile without any money, fairly hungry, sun burnt, tired and wondering. Id bid farewell to the Colombian friends in the Bolivian border a day ago. Id said goodbye to Roy about 10 days ago in the Peruvian border. And for the first time in a long long time, I was truly alone and broke.

Id lost my wallet in Peru, my own stupidity. Roy had left his credit card with me. But, my stupidity did not end with just losing the wallet. When I crossed over from Bolivia to Chile, reluctantly, I forgot to exchange Bolivian currency for Chilean. I thought I was safe with a credit card and a 10 dollar note I had. Well well well.. the ATMs did not work. The 10 dollar bought me a night at the youth hostel and nothing more. Credit card forgery (signing as Roy to buy a bus tikcet), some startvation and lot of yearning to see things I couldn't afford is how I landed up passing the day.

I was quite miserable that day. I remember. I wanted to eat and hang out with people. I wanted to ride a quad bike into the dunes. I think I even wanted to go to the Valley of the moon to see the sunset. Something like that... But, I had no money. For the first time in a long time, I really knew what it felt like to be totally broke. Walking around aimlessly with truly empty pockets seemed like an experience every backpacker would go through sometime or the other. You turn them upside down and you'd see sand trickle out... But, its also pretty distrubing. That day, I did not see any positives. I was just cranky, hungry and tired. I cried a lot. I just wanted to board the bus to a city where I would meet friends and eat good food. In the entire 7 month trip, if there was one day I moped a lot, it was Nov 23rd.

Why do I remember this today? I wandered into office at around 9 30 am and its a monday. For the first few minutes, I make my coffee and just stare at my laptop watching the white screen turn partially red with the highlighted unread mails. As this turns into a blur, my mind wanders and lands up with collages of landscapes from my trip a year ago. Yes... this morning, I looked at the date on the mailbox and sipped coffee. And it was a dusty blur. The images were all a dusty blur like the sand storm in San Pedro De Atacama. And I was alone in the office, with the whrrrrrring sound of the air con keeping me company.

Shit.. what a long way..... Im not broke. Im not alone. But, Im in a cold cubilcle wishing I was alone and broke in a dust strom.

I would have spent the day very differently, smiling and carelessly strolling around had I known I was going to be sitting in a freezing office a year from now.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Quase Uma Escritora... Quase Brasileira

Eu senti muito saudade para Brasil. A gente conhece isso. Entao, eu comecei um novo blog para compartilhar meus pensamentos em português - Quase Uma Escritora

Porque eu nao posso explicar todos emoções e situações em ingles.

Porque eu nao quero falar ou escrever em uma lingua todos conhece acqui.

Porque eu nao quero ser uma livro aberto.

Porque eu quero minhas secretos.

Além disso, eu sabe que as pessoas quem vão traduzir esta são muito poucos.

Porque eu sabe que as brasileiros entendem.

Porque eu fico em um universo paralelo.

Porque eu fico em uma mundo sonho.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Maria full of grace.... Aparna full of anger....

How many of you have heard about the movie Maria full of Grace... the Colombian film about a pregnant girl Maria, who is a victim of the classic drug smuggling from Latin America you oh so often hear about. Stricken by poverty and fired from her miserable paying job, with a total lack of perspective but romantic in wanting to support her family, she decides to accept the offer to work as a drug mule, flying to USA with sixty-two pellets of cocaine in her stomach. Yeah! She swallows every one of them, without realising the consequences of the drugs on her pregnancy, on US immigration, on the methodology of extracting the drugs or the possible murder that it can result in if she fails to do so. The movie is stark, realistic, painful with absolutely no feel good elements. That's why there are brutal portions of the movie that shake you up so badly that drug is not a word you would want in your dictionary.

When I was in Bolivia, I was told that I resemble Maria. Maybe something about being with a bunch of Colombians... I looked Colombian enough. I did not give it much thought then. (But, sure as hell it was a compliment.. she is a South american beauty)

















Anyway, its almost half a year since I got back from the trip and I saw a pirated DVD of this movie lying around in someones place. Reminded me of the comparison. And, then it reminded me of something else...... My Maria experience...

The first time Maria steps into the United States, pregnant, with drugs in her stomach, clutching her bag and looking terrified of the security check, you cannot help but feel the fear yourself. As one of the other mules is being led away by the police after an X-Ray scan, which clearly reveals the drugs, you can't help but think about the dilemma she is in. But, pregnancy would have never had its advantages as much as this moment. Maria escapes the X-Ray and hence, manages to cross immigration purely by luck. However, those few minutes scare the shit out of anyone watching the movie, feeling Maria's pain... But, she deals with it oh so beautifully.... with sheer grace indeed.

Well... cut to March 2009, Atlanta airport, early morning. Delta Airlines from Sao Paulo lands and I walked out of flight, chatting up this 17 year old Brazilian exchange student, most thrilled about going to Alabama or Arizona for his semester abroad. Speaking only Portuguese, this kid sported wavy long hair and carried just a dirty backpack, like me. In the entire hall full of passengers, 2 people were picked by the African American police crew (I'm not a racist, but this detail just makes the whole setting more visual) and who does that happen to be - Brazilian boy and me. I thought it was routine check that they put backpackers through but I was being too kind to the Americans. Little did I know what I was going to be put through. Without getting into too much detail, let me just say, I was strip searched, put through an X-ray, interrogated in a room about the possibility of carrying drugs, running away from India, having a 17 year old brazilian boyfriend in addition to the standard who are you visiting, what do they do, how do you know them, how much do they earn, when do you plan to go back, do you have a job, do you have a husband, why did you leave him for such a long time, how come you speak Portuguese, why do you train in a martial art, why did you talk to a stranger in an airplane..... You get the drift! They even had a audacity to remove everything out of my backpack and unfortunately landed up finding 3 brazilian porn magazines that I was carrying for my American friend (it was a dare, trust me). Other than that, they just found wierd looking instruments tucked away in nooks and corners of my bag and suspiciously shook it to see if it had pellets or something. My caxixi, an insrument that looks conical with coffee seeds in it and the little christmas light kind of samba ball with mustard like seeds in it may have gotten me arrested. Anyway, I had to shake them about in the three beats to convince them it was a Samba instrument. I even hummed a bit. Eventually, after 1.5 hours and wasting my beautiful morning, the fat guard decided to let me go. But, about 10 minutes before he decided that, I was totally mind F***ed and I decided to mess with him. So, I remember this dialogue very clearly.

Guard - Why Brazil for so long?

Me - Because I love coffee and the country has the best coffee in the world in addition to lovely people and cultural richness. And...... its 6 45 am, about an hour and a half since my flight landed and my friends are waiting for me hopefully. If you want to mess with me this early in the morning, a cup of coffee would have been nice.

Ice broken finally. Freak.

Guard - Hahahahahha (artificial laugh) Girl with a sense of humour eh. You can pack up your stuff and get your passport from the other counter. And that's the way to the MARTA station. Good day!

Me - Thanks! You have a good day too (What I really wanted to say....... let me save it)

I left the airport indignant, having been treated so miserably when I knew I had done nothing wrong. I left with rage. I wanted to punch the guard before leaving, even if it meant getting deported to India that minute, with cancellation of my US visa. I remembered the painful day my mother missed her flight from Neward to Austin when the guards in the airport thought that her tongue cleaner was a weapon. I'd laughed at her then. Now, I know what certified idiots some of those Americans are. And I'm not surprised at all.

I'm just angry. and I sure as hell hope they don't try that with me again.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Print footprint...

I was a little depressed at work and was making a list of alternate career options for a brief moment :) I googled my name to check what goes with my name and was pleasantly surprised to find many of the online links to my print footprint.... Yup! There are some publications that have published my travel stories....

HT - Reading the Signs - Story on Bolivia Salt Flats

HT - Brazil's lost world - Story on Chapada Diamantina

HT - Cast in Stone - Story on Easter Island

Hindu Business Line - Streets of Samba - Story on Rio Carnival

Times of India - Bailamos - Story on Rio Carnival

.... and some who even published stories about me.... (jesus! i dont believe it)....

HT - Bridging the gap - Story on gap year featuring me

Times of India - For backpacker, blogging is currency

Event Faqs - Experiential Holiday

Event Faqs - 'Backpacking Ninja’ off to experience Latin America; Brands ride on young woman traveler

Mid Day - Why backpack when you can flashpack?

Readers Digest - My couchsurfing experience among others

Business Standard - A friend in every port - My couchsurfing experience among others

And now, Im thinking maybe I should write a few more articles.... should I?

And then hopefully, someday, gain the courage to venture into the scary territory of writing a book... hmmmmmm... what say ?

Monday, August 31, 2009

Saude, Saideira and Saudade... Only the Samba was missing

Mondays don't turn out like this. Especially in Mumbai.

Got to relive a bit of my Brazilian days... Started the evening with 'Saude'... nothing sounds as sweet as Saude.... Try the whole heavythroat Spanish Salut or the armytone Israeli Lakhaim or just the heavydrunk English Cheers... nothing sounds as melodic and beautiful as Saude.

Spent pretty much the entire night, educating my new student (on Brazilian culture) the importance of 'Saideira'. You can't take a beer away from a Brazilian. Neither can you take Brazilians away from beer. One bunch who take the last drink very seriously... and its the last drink all night.

Saude and Saideira and all the Brazil talk... Eu senti saudade... muito saudade... unbelievable deep yearning or nostalgia for Brazil, that only you can feel.. you just cant write about it.

O que uma noite refrescante ..... so faltava o samba!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

I finally unpacked...

Its been 4 months since I came back .... and I keep getting these random messages from people I know... people I don't know... about why I am not writing in my blog... what can I say! I wish I was still on the road so that I could provide entertainment to one and all about my exciting life...

Today, I beat traffic to get to a meeting bang on time only to realise that the people who I was supposed to meet did not give a rats ass about what I was sharing with them. Then, I spent time in a cafe checking my work email and replied to international morons about the way in which we need to do things slightly differently in india... the never ending debate.. then, I headed for another meeting in the afternoon, which was delightful thanks to the guy who I met taking amazing care of my coffee craving... (ofcourse I warned him in advance about being prepared with coffee for the meeting... especially black) and he was a darling to comply with my request.. I beat Ganesh festival traffic to get home in time only to spend the evening answering office emails again... why does it feel like all I do online these days is check office email.... and doesn't that answer the .. why am I not getting time to blog... Hmmmm

And in the midst of all the frantic email replying, I was looking for my travel diary which has some emails of friends who I wanted to write to... and realised that I had put it away under the bed... buried it there and not looked at it in days... amidst the dusty backpack and sleeping bag that still had a damp smell.. amidst all the brochures from the trip that just lay there crying out to me.... Thats when it hit me - Damn it, Ive unpacked finally!