Monday, 19 May 2014

Post #29: Food!


NEEDLESS TO SAY, WE LOVE JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING HAVING TO DO WITH FOOD. WE WERE NOT LET DOWN IN INDIA!


Looking down from our  apartment's balcony to a passing food vendor.  About a dozen carts passed by each morning, with the owners calling out their fare. One of our favorite memories of our sojourn...

Caroline in our neighborhood market. 



Food prepared for five -- in the desert


And food prepared for thousands -- in the Golden Temple.






Even the train dinner that's provided to all passengers was great - veg thali with curd.
Traditional Keralan Fare
One of hundreds of stalls in the Indoor Market in Mysore



Spices for the locals and the tourists, mostly Indian 
Traditional Thali meal

Dosa (south Indian)


Tonight's Kerala dinner...


...and the feast aboard the houseboat in Kerala







Sunday, 4 May 2014

Post #28: Salaam Baalak Trust

On our last weekend, we finally arranged to visit the Salaam Baalak Trust, a wonderful nonprofit that provides support to India's street kids. The program was instituted about 25 years ago from the proceeds from a Bollywood movie about street kids. Salaam runs several shelters for kids and provides medical, counseling, and social work services.

The Trust cordinates street walks led by guides who once lived on the street and are now working at Salaam.  They explain life on the street and organize a tour of one of the shelters near the Delhi train station where many kids live.

About a third of the kids at the shelter have no family. The balance leave home for a variety of reasons, including abject poverty and abuse -- and like immigrants everywhere trying to search for a better life in the city.

During the tour our guide shared his personal story, including leaving his home in rural India when he was about 7 years old.  He is about 19 years old now but doesn't know his birthday or his real age. He linked up with Salaam 5 years ago. Transformative experience.

The shelters can only be described as organized chaos with lots of love. The two rooms serve as  classrooms/playrooms by day and dorms at night for the 30 children who commit to staying there. One little boy laughed and cried intermittently during our stay. He had arrived at Salaam that week and was deeply missing home; his counselor told us that it takes a while after arriving at the Center for many of the kids to start to thrive. The kids eagerly engaged, received and gave hugs, and played games. They loved the contact. A few tried out their English but most communication was nonverbal or in Hindi.

Tough stuff and yet again we realized how blessed we are.


Salaam Baalak Trust, an example of the committed work that takes place in India.

Caroline all smiles in a classroom that also serves as a bedroom for 20 boys.
The rooms were almost as crowded as the railway station but the children didn't seem to mind.

A very competitive thumb wrestler. 


Saturday, 3 May 2014

Post #27 Himachal Pradesh and the Himalayas

Our last quick trip -- and our last Indian train ride -- was to Shimla in the state of Himachal Predesh. We had some interesting visits on health care and some great walks.

There is no air service to Shimla, so we took a funky little old train through the mountains in the western Himalayas. The train, running on a narrow track, was built by the Brits in 1900 for transportation between Delhi and Shimla.

Shimla served as the British summer capital of India during the 6 months that Delhi bakes. Given Delhi's heat, it was a great decision for the Brits -- and for us to escape to the cool mountains! There are no Brits left, just a lot of Indians living in a cool, clean, marvelous city on the side of a mountain. Lots of wonderful old crumbling British architecture as reminders of the colonial past. And a great train ride.


Known as the toy train



The snow-capped Himalayans in the distance

Shimla about 2000 meters above sea level
One of the old British government buildings, now the home of Himachal Pradesh government. We met with the chief State Health Officer in this building. A bit of a wreck of a building, but nifty.

The other side of the same building on the pedestrian-only street
Monkeys, monkeys everywhere and not always friendly

Perfect day for an English garden in India. Ken took a true nap under a tree, and Caroline strolled.

One of the prettiest stretches of the 3 mile long pedestrian road in Shimla. This road goes from woods to the commercial and historic center of the city and than back to wooded areas.


Post #26: Nepal sojourn

We spent a week in Nepal attending a health conference and then being pure tourists. We think Nepal is the most exotic and interesting place of our entire sojourn. Warm and fascinating people, remarkable sites, beautiful scenery.  But we should add that Kathmandu might have the most polluted air anywhere! The mountains seem to trap every chemical emitted in the entire valley, and it is truly hard to breathe.  Everyone was coughing, including us. Oh well, nowhere is perfect...

This is an amazing structure in the center of Bhaktapur.



Every few seconds, someone comes by this tiny shrine to leave a flower petal or to receive a blessing. 

Much is in a state of disrepair.



We did no serious trekking but had some fabulous walks. We never learned when this set of stairs was built into the trail we took.

At 2000+ meters the skies were blue and the air cleaner.
All mason's assistants are women. 
Could you balance a dozen bricks on your head for 10-12 hours a day?
It is highly unusual to see men and women working together on anything -- except masonry. 
This picture was taken back in our neighborhood in Defence Colony.
Every mason's assistant is a woman, and all are dressed elegantly in their saris.
Masonry work  seems to be both a family and a caste enterprise. 

AND ECHOES OF THE NEPAL HEALTH CONFERENCE:



Nepal is much cleaner than India -- real efforts are being made to expand sanitation.


AND WE CAN'T LEAVE NEPAL WITHOUT COMMENTING ON THE GREAT SEX ON THE WALLS OF MANY OF NEPAL'S TEMPLES!







Post #25: Faces

                                                        Faces don't always need words....