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The Parks of the North – Serengeti, Ngorongoro, Lake Manyara

March 1 - March 6, 2013

sunny 26 °C

Once in Arusha our luggage was quickly unloaded and we carried it straight from the plane to the exit where a couple of guys with our name sign and a Toyota Landcruiser awaited us to take us to our hotel, which was a good 4-star place at the outskirts of town. DSC05361.jpg (Our ride for the next 5 days)

Included in our package was dinner and we could choose whatever we wanted from the menu, including appetizer, main and desert until we were so full we could hardly walk. We slept very well and went down to the reception area at 7AM the next morning, where our guides, Saloum and Kappande, were already waiting for us. Saloum was actually our guide, a reserved, good looking young guy and Kappande was like a “guide in training” since he didn’t know the parks of the Northern Circuit in Tanzania. So he was mainly tagging along and learning the routes and specific animals in this region from Saloum.
We finally started our safari experience and were heading towards Serengeti, which was a good 6-7 hours away. Below you find our itinerary, which was prepared by Samwel from Daigle Tours.


Arrival at Arusha airport pick up and transfer to Snow crest hotel in Arusha for dinner and overnight. http://www.snowcresthotel.com

Morning after breakfast in your hotel depart to Serengeti National Park for game viewing. Oldest and most popular national park for its annual migration for wildebeest, Zebra and Thomson gazelle join the trek for fresh grazing. Box lunch Half day game viewing in Serengeti (buffalo, giraffe, eland, topi, kongoni, impala, grant gazelle, lion, cheetah, leopard, African Jackal) Game enroute via Ngorongoro. Dinner and Bonfire at Ikoma safari camp. http://www.ikomasafaricamp.com/contactus.html

Morning after breakfast drive for full day game viewing in Serengeti National Park on Southern area. You will view the great migration of wildebeest, Zebra and Thomson gazelle join the trek for fresh grazing. Afternoon Box lunch and proceed with game viewing in Serengeti. Dinner and Bonfire at Ikoma safari camp. http://www.ikomasafaricamp.com/contactus.html

Early morning after breakfast depart to Ngorongoro passing to Maasai Boma where you will learn fascinating history of culture and Traditional way of life of Maasai and descent into the crater discovering the beauty and abundance of wildlife permanently resident on the crater floor and explore unbroken caldera. Box Lunch, Evening Dinner and overnight at Rhino lodge or Simba Campsite. http://www.ngorongoro.cc

After breakfast depart to Manyara for Full day game viewing (Buffalo, baboons, bushbuck, wildebeest, zebra, giraffe, lion and birds) with packed lunch. Evening drive to Arusha

The following 4 days on our safari were very exhilarating, especially since this was our first ‘real’ safari in some of the best National Parks in Africa. Although Anna had done a ‘day-tour safari’ close to Johannesburg a couple of years ago, this was very different and the ‘real thing’. We were not bused to a close by park in the morning and taken back in the evening to a 5-star hotel in the city, we actually spent 4 days in the middle of 3 great parks, which included the sight and sounds of wildlife day and night, like lions or hyenas hunting prey close to our camp.
The ride from Arusha to our first camp in the northern part of Serengeti on day two was already one of the most memorable experiences of our lives. Even before we entered the official entrance to the park where we had to stop, pay the relatively steep entrance fees and do the paperwork, we saw an abundance of wildlife in their natural habitat. In the last 3 hours of our drive before we reached our camp “Ikoma Lodge” we saw the following animals: herds of Thompson gazelles, impalas and topis, hundreds of zebras, spotted hyenas, families of giraffes crossing the road in front of us, hippos, elephants, wildebeests and hartebeests, cape buffalos, different types of monkeys, different species of interesting birds, ostriches, warthogs, eagles, vultures, mongooses, wild foxes and a crocodile. This should give you a picture as to how dense the wildlife is in this region and we hadn’t even gone on a search of the more elusive animals; it was merely a transfer to our first safari lodge. DSC05016.jpg (Maasai village on the way to Serengeti) DSC05024.jpg (Giraffe crossing the road in front of us)DSC05033.jpg (Young maasai men with the traditional face paintings after being circumcised)

Ikoma Lodge is not in Serengeti directly but bordering on it and we had to cross the check point to the Ikoma area by sunset (nobody without s epical permission is allowed inside the park and outside the lodges after sunset). It is an idyllic place and you feel that you are in the middle of the wilderness, surrounded by trees and bushes. The camp consists of several individual wooden buildings, which are the cabins for the guest, a few small huts spread across the area where you have your breakfast or sit at a fire in the evening and the main building, where there’s a small bar and restaurant. Since we booked a package we had a set dinner, which was decent, together with our two guides. Although very polite and knowledgeable, neither of them were very talkative, so after dinner, a small chat and a beer we said our good byes and retired to our cabin, which was quite comfortable, with a large bead, mosquito net, ensuite bathroom and a small balcony where you could sit and listen to the sounds of the bush and watch the sky, completely undisturbed by city lights. DSC05286.jpgDSC05280.jpgDSC05274.jpgDSC05290.jpg (Ikoma Lodge)

Since it was already dark when we walked back the 300 yards to our cabin after dinner we had to be accompanied by a maasai employed by the lodge who was armed with a bow and arrows. We are still not sure whether this was intended to provide real protection from wild animals or just a gesture to instill a sense of safety since they would have to be pretty accurate with their arrows in the middle of the night were there a need to fend off animals. Anyway, it was good fun to always find one of them on your side whenever you got up to walk to the bathroom or your cabin.

The next two days were equally exciting and we obviously saw many more animals, some of the same as on our first day and some different ones. DSC05127.jpgDSC05144.jpgDSC05150.jpgDSC05198.jpgDSC05218.jpgDSC05248.jpgDSC05462.jpgDSC05416.jpgDSC05393.jpgDSC05562_2.jpgDSC05356.jpgDSC05336.jpgDSC05315.jpgDSC05402_2.jpg (One of my favorite and very elusive animals - the "Günther's Dik Dik")

Particularly interesting was to observe a prey of 12 lions resting in the shade under a tree while two of the female lions were hunting wildebeests just a few meters away in the high grass. After a while they gave up the hunt as they realized that the chances of a kill were pretty slim since by now about half a dozens 4WDs were parked 5 yards from them to shoot photos. Once one car encounters interesting animals it doesn’t take long for others to arrive but it must be even more crowded during high season. DSC05497.jpgDSC05527.jpg

From Serengeti and after two nights at Ikoma Lodge we slowly made our way south to Ngorongoro Crater. On the way there however, we stopped at one of the small Maasai villages, or Bomas as they are called here. Half a dozen other vehicles were already parked in front of the village and a group of men and women performed a traditional maasai dance to welcome us. DSC05585.jpgDSC05581.jpgDSC05593.jpg (In front of a Maasai Boma)

As you can imagine these visits are not free and our maasai guide, who introduced himself as the son of the village chief, asked for roughly US$ 45 ‘donation’ for both of us. We were a bit surprised about the high amount and expected this to be part of the ‘package’ but this was not the case and the money goes straight to the maasai village, which we were happy to support. Although the maasai are known to be ‘wealthy’ in comparison to many other tribes in this part of Africa, they still live a very, very simple life and they try to preserve large parts of their traditional lifestyle. They are respected and even feared by other tribes and are known around the world and naturally a big tourist attraction. The colorful clothes, decorations and 'jump dances' of the men always draw large crowds of visitors who are taking hundreds of photos. DSC05599.jpgDSC05605.jpgDSC05606.jpgDSC05616.jpgDSC05634.jpg (At the Maasai Boma)

We spent only an hour with these people and learned a bit more about their culture and lifestyle but left with more questions that we had before. But that’s probably part of what keeps the mythos of the maasai alive and helps them earn a living and provide for their families. They are aware of the fact that tourists are curious and fascinated by them and are willing to pay for the ‘privilege’ to rub shoulders with them. DSC05638.jpgDSC05640.jpg (School at the Maasai boma)

Only a short ride from the maasai boma we arrived at Ngorongoro Crater. The Ngorongoro Conservation Area (NCA) is, as the name implies, a conservation area and a UNESCO World Heritage site. The crater itself is 8,288 km2 large and approximately 20 km in diameter. Most of the animals live at the bottom of the crater all year round, only some of the buffalos and gazelles leave the crater occasionally at night. There are very different microclimates and landscapes within the crater and we drove through desert like landscapes, along a large lake with thousands of flamingos to a small lake surrounded by palm and fig trees and teaming with hippos in the water. Again, a fascinating experience. DSC05005.jpgDSC05655.jpgDSC05689.jpgDSC05766.jpg (Inside the Ngorongoro Crater)

We stayed the night close to the crater rim at “Rhino Lodge”, overlooking a deep valley covered by rainforest. It is so close to the crater and wildlife that animals come very close – we had a whole family of water bucks grazing right in front of our room with a little balcony and in the evening a cape buffalo, one of the most dangerous animals in Africa, came by to get some of that green and moist grass surrounding the lodge. DSC05785.jpgDSC05795.jpg (Our room at Rhino Lodge)

The restaurant serves decent food in buffet style and you can sit outside on the large veranda if you are warm enough. It actually got pretty cold at night here and every room has a little wooden stove that can be fired up by the maasai staff if need be. We enjoyed our evening here and had a nice conversation with the couple managing the lodge, a French guy and a young Indian woman. Having lived in Tanzania for years, they also told us about some of the more remote parks in the southwest of Tanzania, which supposedly are even nicer and emptier than the parks of the north. Something to consider for next time since this was probably not our last safari. DSC05808.jpg (Stunning views from the terrace at Rhino Lodge)

After a proper breakfast and a last few moments taking in the stunning scenery behind this lodge, we were heading towards Lake Manyara National Park. Lake Manyara is a shallow lake in the Natron-Manyara-Balangida branch of the East African Rift in Manyara Region in Tanzania. Said by Ernest Hemingway to be the "loveliest [lake] ... in Africa," it is also the home of a diverse set of landscapes and wildlife, but it is best known for the many and large troops of baboons which are everywhere. DSC05848.jpg (One of the thousands of baby baboons)

We really enjoyed observing them in their natural habitat, many of the female baboons carrying newborn babies on their backs. But if you are lucky, you can even find all of the “Big Five” in the park, which include elephants, lions, cape buffalos, rhinos and leopards but some of them are more elusive than in Serengeti. We didn’t see lions, leopards or rhinos here but many hippos and a few elephants just a few feet from our car. DSC05873.jpg

Although we had seen plenty of elephants during the last couple of days, we were not getting tired of observing them at close range. Particularly amusing are the Vervet monkeys which sport large and bright blue testicles, hence they are often just called ‘Blue Balls Monkeys’. Evolution is sometimes very creative when it comes to attracting females☺ DSC05921.jpg (A Vervet monkey showing off his blue balls)

But finally it was time to head back to Arusha and our guide Saloum helped us find a very nice and affordable hotel in town and buy bus tickets for our ride back to Dar before he eventually left us. As always with staff who provide a very personalized service, we asked ourselves what an appropriate tip would be and landed at an amount comparable to US$20 per day of service. Saloum, although quiet and relatively reserved, was a very reliable, conscientious driver and guide and he was very knowledgeable about nature and wildlife and we wanted to recognize this. And although some other tourists may tip more, many tip less and US$100 overall is still a decent amount of money for a Tanzanian tour guide. The best advice that we can give other travellers regarding tipping in Africa is to tip according to the service received and the amount you can afford. A good tour guide is very important to make the safari experience memorable and it requires specialized skills and experience, so don’t be too stingy if you can afford it. But don’t be afraid to provide negative feedback to the tour operators as they are in a very competitive environment and well paying customers deserve good service. But as said earlier, in general you get pretty much what you pay for as standards have been established over many years when it comes to safaris in East Africa. DSC05926.jpg (View of Mount Meru from Arusha)

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Jambo, Dar es Salaam and Zanzibar

February 23 - February 27, 2013

sunny 33 °C
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The trip from India to Dar es Salaam in Tanzania was quite long and tiring. Given the fact that we travelled from Kerala in South India to Delhi first and then to Dar es Salaam via Dubai it took us the better part of 28 hours to finally arrive here. It was already late afternoon on February 23 when we landed in Dar es Salaam and we got to the small immigration section where we had to fill out immigration forms and applications for our visa on arrival. Everything was a bit chaotic as one guy collected the completed forms and handed them to the immigration officers behind a number of windows. But after a relatively short wait of not more than 15 minutes we got our passports back, including fresh visas for Tanzania. Interestingly, the visa can only be paid in US dollars, so we were lucky that we had a small amount with us, just enough to pay for the 150 US$ fee for both of us – typically it’s 100 US$ pax though but for some reason they gave us a break.
After we got our passports back we just had to get through the official immigration counters and we were officially in the country, picked up our luggage and made our way outside to find transportation into the city. There were some taxi touts but we needed some money first and just picked one of the ATMs, fairly convenient if you just need some quick money but no one would change any Amex travelers checks – travelers checks seem to be less common here in Tanzania and no bank or business will accept them. They seem to become a thing of the past anyway, so make sure to stock up on cash and credit cards before travelling around the world. In Tanzania, preferably you pay in hard cash, dollars or Euros/GBP or in the local currency, the Tanzanian Shilling but dollars often give you better value for money. Once we got some money from an ATM we tried to figure out how the taxi scheme works here. Based on our experiences in India we suspected a scam behind every taxi, so we were very careful to not just follow one of the guys who said he’s an official taxi driver. Hence we talked to a couple of ladies from the local Tourist Information and they told us that taxi rates are pretty much fixed and the rates are even published on a board close to the taxi stand. So we just walked over there, saw the board, clarified the price with the guys sitting there and got a taxi driver who was assigned to us. The price for the taxi to our hotel downtown was pretty much what the two ladies told us, approximately 26 US$, which is quite high for the short ride but fuel is surprisingly expensive in a country that owns oil reserves. A liter of fuel is well over I US$, almost 5 US$ per gallon.
We arrived at our hotel downtown Dar es Salaam within 30 minutes, checked in, relaxed a bit after our long journey and reflected on our first impressions of the country.

DSC04691.jpg (View over Dar es Salaam from our hotel 'Sapphire')

First impressions: Dar es Salaam seems to have a fairly good infrastructure, good roads (if not under construction) and, quite surprisingly, the city looks pretty clean as hardly any garbage is lying around. This is in stark contrast to pretty much any Indian city we’ve visited in the last 5 weeks. Also, people seem to be very laid back, traffic can get heavy during rush hour but not as nearly as chaotic, frantic and aggressive as in India. We were a little surprised about the high prices of pretty much everything, from hotels to taxis and even half-decent food, which is very hard to find. Despite being a developing country, Tanzania certainly is not a “cheap” country and if you’d like to get any creature comforts when it comes to hotels etc., you have to shell out amounts that rival the US if not Europe in some cases. So we were a little concerned that it would be hard to manage our budget in this country. Other than that, Tanzanians seem to be polite yet reserved and even some of the touts at bus stands or the ferry pier are much less aggressive and persistent than in India. If you say “No, thanks” once or twice they actually stop pestering you.

DSC04676.jpg (One of the many Christian churches in Dar) DSC04684.jpg (Enjoying the breeze on the beach road in Dar)

Over the course of the next few weeks we obviously formed a slightly broader perspective and while we continued to enjoy the laid back and ‘non-aggressive’ attitude in Tanzania, being too laid back can get annoying as well, for example in hotels, restaurants or any business that delivers a service. Finding good service, at least what you would describe as good service in the West, is literally like finding the needle in the haystack. You could sit in an empty restaurant for hours and nobody would take your order until you start frantically waiving your hands and desperately trying to establish eye contact. Getting your order right is almost impossible and it often takes several attempts to get all the items that you ordered correctly. And for some reason, Tanzanian service personnel seems to be obsessed with cleaning your table rather than taking an order for additional food or drinks. In many restaurants it also seems to be uncommon to have a menu, which can create interesting scenarios, especially if the waiting staff are not very capable of speaking English. One time in Arusha in an outside pub/restaurant we just wanted to order a small serving of chips (French fries) as a snack and 15 minutes later the waiter came back with two large portions of fries and a whole grilled chicken – naturally accompanied with the relatively expensive bill of 20 US$. Lesson learned: if you can’t see (and touch) what you will get, don’t order it since you are in for a surprise.
A final point I want to make here before moving on is about the food in Tanzania but before I get to that let me very briefly describe a few facts about Tanzania. Tanzania, officially the United Republic of Tanzania, is a result of a union between Tanganyika and Zanzibar, which was formed in 1964, hence the name “Tan-Zan-ia”. Until 1961 Tanganyika was a British colony (Zanzibar was ruled by Arabs) and you still can see the influence in architecture, education and the second official language being English. Due to long established trading routes between India, the Middle East and East Africa there’s a strong Arab and Middle Eastern influence in Tanzania, which is apparent in the many Indian and Arab residents in Tanzania, especially in the big cities like Dar es Salaam. Interestingly, the official national language “Swahili” is a mix between Bantu (an African dialect), Hindi and Arabic. So it’s quite a melting pot of ethnic groups, religions and influences. Unfortunately this has not translated in a succulent and sophisticated cuisine, au contraire. Once you leave the big hotels or some Indian restaurants, which serve the typical decent Indian fare, food seems to mainly consist of grilled chicken and chips – boy do Tanzanians love their chicken! You literally get it everywhere and often it is the only dish that is being served. There are a few rather bland local dishes, like Ugali (made out of maize) and some rice and bean dishes, sometimes complemented by equally bland fish. So, I would not describe Tanzania as a “Foodie” destination but who cares if you have some of the most amazing wildlife right in front of your nose. And that is THE main reason to visit Tanzania, not necessarily the great history, culture, ruins or cuisine – it is the wildlife and the stunning and diverse nature that provides the backdrop for it.

So, for the next three days we just explored Dar es Salaam, taking walks across the city and along the windy beach road, which was refreshing given temperatures of 33+ degrees Celcius (> 90 degrees Fahrenheit) and high humidity. While the city is pleasant it is nothing to write home about. When we took our first walk through the city on the Sunday after our arrival it almost felt like a “ghost city” since most streets were almost empty and pretty much every store and business was closed. After India this felt eerie but we also somehow enjoyed the quietness after having been bombarded with noise for weeks.

As said above, during the first couple of days in Dar es Salaam we figured out our schedule, planned out the next few weeks and decided to travel to Zanzibar for a few days first and then to Arusha in the North of Tanzania from where we were supposed to start our safari. At this point let me say a few words about planning a safari since this can be an overwhelming experience.

Planning a safari in Tanzania:

Most tourists travel to Tanzania for the ultimate wildlife experience and understandably so. The number and size of game reserves in Tanzania is astounding and they are typically divided into the “Northern, Southern and Western Circuit”, the three main areas in Tanzania with high concentrations of national parks. In addition, there is the Kilimanjaro region and thousands of people climb Mount Kilimanjaro each year. We decided not to join the fun, firstly because we are in no shape physically to get to over 6000 meters without problems und secondly, we didn’t carry any equipment with us that would be needed, like warm clothes, hiking boots, warm sleeping bags etc. So instead of torturing our bodies I decided to stick with the local brew named after Kilimanjaro and have a “Kill time” as often displayed on some of the big advertising boards.

We were pretty open as to what parks we were going to visit and after talking with two tour operators and getting itineraries and quotes from a couple of others via email, we landed on some of the parks of the Northern Circuit, namely Serengeti, the Ngrorongoro Crater area and Lake Manyara. We hadn’t even heard of Lake Manayara before but Serengeti and Ngorongoro were names that we always associated with abundant wildlife and stunning landscapes. There are certainly numerous safari tour operators in Dar but the number of operators in Arusha is clearly dwarfing this number. But since we wanted to have a tour finalized before travelling to Zanzibar in order to not loose more time in Arusha we chose a small company with an office in Dar. Their name is Daigle Tours and is owned by a Tanzanian with a (French) Canadian passport. Since we never organized a safari before and were hesitant to fork over hundreds or thousands of dollars online without even knowing the company we made it a point to visit their small office in the Kigamboni area of Dar, which is where you find some of the beaches and beach resorts. So we took the ferry to the other side a small bay and after a small taxi ride we reached the office of Daigle Tours, right next to a fuel station. Inside the tiny office we met Samwel and his assistant and we had a chat with them about our expectations, requirements, time and money budget etc. We both felt very comfortable with Samwel, who listened well and made good suggestions as to what the best options were, so we asked him to send us an updated itinerary before making a decision. By the time we got back to our hotel in the evening and after having a lovely dinner at one of the hotels on Dar es Salaam’s South Beach Samwel had already sent us the itinerary including costs.

DSC04708.jpg (On the ferry to Kigamboni. Cost is 20 cents)

Now, for everybody who hasn’t been on a safari in East Africa…it ain’t cheap. Even the budget safari tours, which mean sleeping in very simple tents and having shared bathrooms, no frills food and a bunch of people cramped into one 4WD, it’s still difficult to get much below 150-200 US$ per day per person. But safaris are also relatively cost intensive endeavors since you need an expensive 4WD, a driver/tour guide who speaks good English or other languages, three meals a day, accommodation and park fees, which are quite expensive as well; so it really adds up. We eventually ended up with a tour in the mid-range but that meant we had our own car and driver/guide, modest but comfortable accommodation and decent food. But this was only possible since it was low season and tour operators provide good deals in order to have at least some business. Many people plan their safaris from home months in advance, and during high season from June to September and then again in December/January this is also advisable, but during low season you can walk into any tour operator office and organize a safari within two to three days. We actually were here during the “perfect” time since the weather was still very good and it didn’t rain during our safari; there are a few weeks between the high season in January and March where the weather is typically relatively stable but prices are lower. Low season also means that you are not competing with hundreds of other Land Cruisers and Range Rovers for the best spots when watching wildlife at close range. So we were quite happy about that and we could often enjoy relatively “empty landscapes” and even some of the lodges we stayed at were very quiet and only half occupied.


After we had taken care of our safari planning we had a couple of days to kill before the start of our trip from Arusha in the north of Tanzania, which is located at the footsteps of Mount Meru, the second highest mountain in Tanzania after Mount Kilimanjaro. It just worked out perfectly so we could visit Zanzibar for a couple of days and head to Arusha from there. Everybody has probably heard the name Zanzibar, which many associate with the ultimate exotic destination and spice trade. But many, including us, wouldn’t know exactly where it is located. We had now the chance to find out first hand and we bought our ferry tickets for the next day from Dar to Zanzibar; the ferry sets you back approx.35 US$ per person for the two hour ferry ride. We took the 9 AM ferry the next morning and in perfect sunny weather we headed over to Zanzibar in one of the fast ferries. DSC04742.jpg (Arrival in Stone Town in Zanzibar)

Interestingly, upon arrival at Zanzibar port you need to go through a “mini immigration” procedure again. There’s no need to fork over an insane amount for the visa if you have a Tanzania visa but other than that you need to fill out the same immigration form again and show proof of your yellow fever vaccination – so all travellers to Zanzibar or many other East African countries for that matter: make sure you got your yellow fever shots and carry your immunization pass with you.

We got a taxi and drove to a small guesthouse that we had booked online before. It’s a very simple place called Mnazi House but has nice owners, free wifi and a small breakfast was included. DSC04837.jpg (Our small room at our B&B 'Mnzai House')

A small mosque is right behind the building so we definitely got our dose of Muslim prayers early in the morning and late evening. On the opposite side of the guest house is the building of the Zanzibar Weightlifting Association, presumably to ensure physical fitness after the spiritual one although we never saw a soul actually lifting any weights inside; everybody was just sitting around chatting all day. Well, I don’t blame them since the temperatures in Zanzibar were super hot when we were there. The only way to feel comfortable during the way was to sit in one of the small cafes at the harbor or in the old Stone Town. Besides the many beautiful beaches the Old Town of Zanzibar city is really the main reason why many people visit the island and we really fell in love with it. DSC04883.jpg (A beautiful beach in Zanzibar)

The architecture is hard to describe since it is very eclectic but it has a Mediterranean feel to it and is a mix of Indian, Middle Eastern and other ‘Oriental’ influences. DSC04758.jpgDSC04769.jpgDSC04798.jpg (The Stone Town in Zanzibar)

Wandering around the Old City, the fish market at the harbor and the small parks along the way is a visual adventure and luckily there are many small bars and cafes where you can rest, have a drink and take in the atmosphere. We also found out that Zanzibar is the birthplace and former home of Freddie Mercury, the legendary lead singer of one of the greatest bands ever, Queen. Freddie had spent his first years right here in Zanzibar before going to boarding school in Bombay in India and from there to the UK. DSC04824.jpg (Market in Zanzibar)DSC04787.jpg (Freddie Mercury's birth place in Stone Town)

We had dinner at a small local place, which a taxi driver recommended to us. It is called “Lukman” (pronounced ‘Look Maan’), which served rice with veggies, greens, beans etc. but also small fish and chicken. It was very cheap and Zanzibar is not necessarily a cheap place, even a little more expensive than the rest of Tanziania, which is pricey in the first place. But even here, while it tasted ok we would have expected better seasoned food being on the “spice island” and all. So don’t get your hopes up and expect great food anywhere in Tanzania or even Zanzibar; it is mediocre at best.
Two other things were on our list of Must Do’s while being here: visiting a spice farm and the former slave market. So we visited a spice farm in the mountains and did a very informative tour of the different spices and fruits that grow here. It was quite fascinating to taste the spices right from the tree or plant and we started to understand why Zanzibar got the reputation it still has today. Some of the spices just taste phenomenal, for instance the Zanzibarian cinnamon doesn’t just taste like your monther’s regular cinnamon that you buy at Walmart; it is also very sweet and very spicy – I am sure you’ve never tasted anything like it…we hadn’t. DSC04859.jpg (Spice farm tour)

Finally, we spent some time at the former slave market. It is located in Stone Town and it is a fascinating and at the same time utterly depressing and sad experience. This site was the last slave trading post in Africa and it used to be a slave trading hub for slaves from South and East Africa and as far as the modern DRC (Congo). Slaves that were captured in their villages, in fact often by their own countrymen, had to walk in shackles sometimes for weeks or months to reach the east coast of Tanganyika from where they were shipped to Zanzibar. Once there, they were kept for days in hot, filthy and dark small chambers in the basement of St. Monica's Hostel, which was built in 1890 above the slave chambers. As you can imagine, many of the slaves died either on their long march or in the inhuman conditions in the chambers. As cruel as it sounds, and we all know what monstrosities humans are capable of, this was a way to select the strongest slaves out of the crowd who were eventually shipped, again under appalling conditions, to countries like Oman, other Arab countries, Jamaica/Caribbean etc. It was hard to listen to the explanations of the guide but eventually slavery was abolished in 1873. Following the closure of the Slave Market by Sultan Barghash, missionaries bought the site and built the Anglican Cathedral (Cathedral Church of Christ) on this location and freed slaves helped with its construction under the guidance of Bishop Edward Steere. The altar of the cathedral stands on the spot of the whipping tree, which is a chilling sight. A window is dedicated to Dr. David Livingstone, the initiator of the abolition of slavery. The church's crucifix is made from the wood of a tree in Zambia, under which the heart of Livingstone is buried. Behind the cathedral there is a stone sculpture of five slaves in a pit, tied with original iron shackles and chains. DSC04832.jpg (Zanzibar's former slave market) DSC04889.jpgDSC04891.jpg (The slave chambers) DSC04893.jpg (The Cathedral Church of Christ at the site of the former slave market) DSC04901.jpg (Stone memorial at the former slave market) DSC04907.jpg (Whipping post inside the Anglican Cathedral)

The following day, after a short walk in blistering heat and a refreshing lunch in one of the many cozy cafes of Stone Town we headed out to the airport to take our flight to Arusha. It’s always an experience to fly from these small remote airports. When our flight was called - called in the literal sense by a person shouting our destination Arusha into the waiting room - we walked to our plane along the runway, which was a small 6 seater and our pilot was a young French guy, who didn’t look older than 20 years old. With us was just one more passenger, a young German guy travelling alone through East Africa. Our pilot was a pretty funny guy and since it was so hot, he just opened his door and held it open until we had taken off, so the colder air cooled down the temperature inside the boiling hot plane. Once at cruising altitude, he took out his Kindle and started reading, only occasionally looking out the window to orient himself and until it was time to start the approach into Arusha. A Pretty relaxed attitude for a pilot, especially given the fact that in these small planes there’s no autopilot or the like but it was still fun having the small plane almost to ourselves and being able to have some interesting little chats with the pilot, sitting just behind his seat. DSC04930.jpg (Our pilot enjoying a good book)

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Africa – the “Dark Continent”

February 23 - March 29, 2013

semi-overcast 34 °C
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In the olden days and even today many people referred to Africa as the “dark continent” since so little was known about it. Nowadays, this has obviously changed and many countries and locations in Africa are well known, relatively well developed and travelled. However, for us Africa is still admittedly unknown since we never travelled here with the exception of Egypt, which is very different from many sub Saharan countries. But before our arrival in Dar Es Salaam in Tanzania, our first port of entry, we literally knew nothing about sub Saharan Africa beyond what we could read on the internet and the picture that we’ve formed over the years based on TV and newspaper reports. As you can imagine this is a very ambiguous and varied picture and is very different by regions and countries in Africa; things that come to mind are on the one hand negative descriptors like war, corruption, tribal or ethnic conflicts, famines and droughts or economic struggles. On the other hand there are of course the pictures of vast plains with grazing herds of wildlife but also recent success stories about Africa including a thriving movie industry (i.e. Nollywood) or fast growing and increasingly economically successful local economies, Tanzania being one of them. We also mainly picked Dar es Salaam in Tanzania as our entry point into Africa because of stories about the great wildlife in this country but other than that we were pretty ‘blank’ and had not much of an idea what to expect.

Now, three and a half days after arriving in Dar Es Salaam we’ve formed a much better picture about the country and what our plans are for the rest of our trip in the “dark continent”. It always makes it much easier to connect with a country and determine what to do once you are on the ground, at least that’s our experience. In the last few days we’ve done some more research and talked to people on the ground, a few tourists but mostly locals and a few travel agents; the internet is always a great resource of course. So we have a good idea as to how our next few weeks shape up and here’s a brief outline of our travel plans:

Zanzibar (2-3 days): Zanzibar is a short ferry ride from Dar Es Salaam and the “old town” and pristine beaches sound very interesting.

Safari (5-6 days): We have finalized a trip with a local tour operator for a safari to the Serengeti, Ngorogoro Crater and Lake Manyara, the “big three” wildlife parks in Tanzania.

Scuba Diving (6-8 days): in Tofo in Mozambique; we’ve heard many good reports about diving in this South African country.

South Africa/Cape Town (8-10 days): we’ve always wanted to visit Cape Town based on the many glowing reports from friends but also in order to do cage diving with great white sharks.

We are still flexible and things can change based on changing visa requirements etc. but at this point the above is our rough plan and below is a map, which shows the different locations in an overview.

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Kerala – God’s Own Country

February 11 - February 19, 2013

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One of the nice things about India is the relatively bargain priced flights you can book between cities. Although we'd pretty much waited until the last minute, we were still able to find a reasonably priced flight from Kolkata to Trivandrum (official name: Thiruvananthapuram) in southern Kerala. I'm not sure why but everyone refers to the state almost as if it's a city. I don't hear people say I'm going to Uttar Pradesh which is where Agra and Varanasi are but people regularly say I'm going to Kerala which is about 550 Km long. Kerala, besides more hyped neighbor Goa, is where you go when you need a break from the intense hard core cities like Mumbai and Delhi. It is lush with palm trees everywhere and has a higher standard of living in every aspect compared to most other states. Literacy in Kerala is impressively in the high 90s (although it's lower for women) and you not only see lavish homes in the country side and cities, you don't see the level of poverty you do elsewhere.

We stayed in Trivandrum for only a few days before moving on because we had to visit the place that Elmar always talks about with delight, Kovalam beach. We'd booked into “Classic Avenue”, a comfortable and not too pricey hotel not too far from the main train station and took the local bus to Kovalam so we could enjoy the view along the way. It was really hot, about 95 degrees and humid and we were glad for the open windows. The bus dropped us off at the intersection that leads to the beach area so we hiked the couple kilometres down. We couldn't wait to see it but we were in for a surprise. Elmar had described the area as tranquil with only a few huts and restaurants right on the beach and where the white sand stretched as far as you could see into the distance, broken only by the headlands that separate the beaches. What we saw were garish buildings thrown up haphazardly along the beach all linked by a concrete walkway. Tourism was down we later learned so at least it wasn't overcrowded. Elmar was visibly shaken and spent the next hour trouncing from one area to the next lamenting the destruction of a beautiful haven and cursing the ignorance of those involved. He knew that time could not stand still but how could this ugly mish mash of blatant commerce be the alternative. DSC04235.jpg (Kovalam beach, once a tranquil backpacker beach)

He was ready to storm off in disgust but while I empathized with him, I was hot and tired and we would now be facing a long walk uphill to catch the bus without even a sip of water. It didn't take long for me to coax him into having a drink and we spent the next couple hours talking about why it was that India was not achieving the predicted growth rates when there was no lack of talent, resources or opportunity. We'd read a recent article that described China as cramming 50 years of progress into 10 and India as stretching 10 over 50. We were certainly witnessing this every day and juxtaposed to it, places like Kovalam that seemed to be a victim of commercial attempts rather than any real strategy for sustained economic progress. We wondered if they would truly be a super power and how long it would take. We eventually had to check ourselves and think about what we do next. There was a travel agent close by so we decided to check out what he had on offer. We got pretty excited initially because it looked as if he could get us to the Maldives. We had not been able to find anything in our budget in our searches but it turned out to be a tease as nothing in our price range was available. He did however book us on a backwater tour, which is something I had been anxious to do for quite some time. Rather than the typical travel through the backwaters of Alleppey, we would be touring the backwaters of Kollam, which is usually considered the transit point for Alleppey. That took care of our agenda for the next 2 days so we headed back to Trivandrum and had dinner at a very local restaurant called Ariya Nivaas where we enjoyed our typical thalis (one plate with several different curries and bread) and some really good sweet lassi. The next morning after a hearty breakfast we took the train to Kollam and met with the tour operator who would get us to our boat. We had to wait about an hour so we wandered around the town and spontaneously decided to stop at an optician to see if we could replace Elmar' sunglasses which had been lost. We had checked in Kolkata but the wait period was too long. When we asked, the optician said he could have it ready in hours. We told him we weren't in that much of a rush and the next day would be fine when we returned from our boat trip. We were prepared to pay quite a bit for the rush job and couldn't believe when he offered Elmar two pairs of prescription sun glasses for less than $70.00. Being no fool I grabbed a pair for myself and the final price for all three was US$110.00.

The backwater tour was a little slice of heaven. We had the large houseboat boat all to ourselves and in a short while after pushing from shore we sat down to a freshly cooked meal that was very tasty. The rest of the afternoon we did nothing but veg and take in the intense green and calm waters all around us. DSC04237.jpgDSC04243.jpgDSC04260.jpg (Just the two of us on the houseboat in Kollam)

After the late lunch I was sure we would not be ready for anything else to eat but I guess watching a beautiful sunset must be the type of thing that works up a healthy appetite because we certainly did the evening meal justice.
DSC04299.jpg (Sunset in the Kerala backwaters)
DSC04311.jpg (...and more delicious Indian delicacies on the houseboat)

The rest of the evening we sat in the near darkness gazing at the sky and absorbing every bit of the peaceful surroundings. Not surprisingly we slept like logs and the next morning were fed breakfast that had to be intended for a party of 8 there was so much food. DSC04329.jpg (...food didn't stop coming)

After breakfast we were collected by a very nice man named Kennedy in his tiny canoe who took us further into the backwaters and we got a chance to see different villages and how they coped with the marshy environment. This time there wasn't even a motor to mar the silence so we just soaked it all in only breaking the silence to ask a few questions or respond when he said duck, because we were passing a low bridge that required us to bend in half in the canoe to navigate it clearly. DSC04364.jpgDSC04376.jpg (Exploring the small backwater canals and villages)

On the trip back, we passed again a beautiful hotel that the captain told us was 5 star and we could see was very lovely. Elmar decided to check out availability immediately on his phone and low and behold not only was it available but very, very reasonable. We booked it immediately via his phone so by the time we landed and picked up our sunglasses we could direct the taxi to our next destination. DSC04412.jpg

The Raviz is a beautiful property that's set right on the river. The owner took 12 years to complete the construction because he was determined to use the best mostly local products and make it as environmentally compatible as possible. He hit a home run and we again decided to stay a few days. DSC04514.jpg (The Raviz, our 5-star refuge for a couple of days)

Our first two days was a bit of rough going, well rough is an exaggeration but let's say could have been better. It turned out that the hotel really didn't have any rooms available as the entire hotel had been booked by a wedding party. The bride's father in typical tradition was funding the entire wedding and had decided that he would fly his 200 + guests from Mumbai to Kollam, host a 4 day celebration and then fly them back to Mumbai for a final party at another elaborate destination. We had arrived on day 3. The hotel staff were in a panic because the new groom who was not contributing a penny to the festivities insisted that no one else could have a room even if they were not using them. The hotel just happended to have a couple of luxury wooden boats that they use for backwater tours so they put us in one for the night. The next day they moved us into a regular room although I'm not sure what they told the groom. We watched from our window as the pool area was turned into a play ground of water slides, bars, food stalls with American top 40 music blaring from speakers. We were witnessing the affluent Indian life style that other than the many days of celebrations looked very Western. The food on offer was all western, hamburger, french fries and fried chicken. The girls were all skimpily clad and we saw nothing of what we'd been witnessing to date which was girls dressed demurely with definitely no legs or upper body parts showing. The hotel also dedicated a nearby island to them. Everyone was having a good time with activities geared toward the different age groups. India is the world's largest buyer of gold and only spends more money on oil. People hoard it and every decent parent makes sure that for her wedding, their daughter is dripping with gold they've collected over the years. This is true for the poorest farmer. Also, since the traditional dowry goes to the new husband, the gold is her security for a rainy day. We definitely could see the evidence all around us and breathed a sigh of relief that these customs did not exist in the west since we have two daughters who haven't taken the marriage plunge. DSC04520.jpg (Anna with one of the lovely staff at the Raviz)

We decided to make this hotel our home base and visit the mountain areas for a few days. We chose Thekaddy as it had the nice combination of spice farms and national park. We also decided to travel by bus. Confirming an ideal travel route can be a real challenge in India. We made the mistake of listening to an official at the train station without double checking his advice. He insisted that the best way to get to Thekaddy was to go past Cochin then travel across state. It turned out that was the most circuitous way to get there and we ended up riding for 12 hours on different buses for what should be a 7 hour journey. We found out later that there is actually a bus that travels directly to Kollam but it's a private vs public run company and does not pick up or drop passengers off at the central bus station. I'm not sure how you find this out but I guess you have to keep asking questions and always confirm several times. The drive itself took us through beautiful mountain areas and allowed us to see the how different the poor here lived vs in Rajasthan and other northern states. However, keep in mind that these buses are not air conditioned, and the bench type seats are narrow with very little leg room. During peak times as well the numbers will swell beyond what the buses should comfortably hold and you will be tightly sandwiched between tired funky bodies that can't help but lean on you as the bus careens from one sharp curve to the next up and down winding mountains. We were very relieved and very hungry when we finally reached our destination late that evening. On these buses, there is very little communication so if the bus stops and the driver leaves, you get the idea it could be a food and bathroom break but you have no idea for how long. Plus, if you leave your seat you lose it, there are no reservations. We had booked accommodations in a home stay place called Periyar Villa but since it was so late we decided to grab a quick bite right next to the bus station. It was raining and there seemed to be a rally of some sort as we could hear music and a voice yelling through a megaphone. We were to learn later that the communist party, which has a strong following in Kerala in general was running a massive campaign in the area and were targeting the young people in particular. Kerala is one of the very few states in India that has a long history of communist local leaders. We just made it to a restaurant before they closed and ate quickly as we were concerned about finding transportation. It wasn't easy as most tuk tuks didn't seem interested in passengers but eventually we found one who didn't know exactly where it was but was diligent in asking. Elmar is always amazing with directions and logistics and despite it being pitch dark, he recalled what the house was supposed to look like and using a flash light could identify it from the street. The couple were thankfully still awake and warmly welcomed us. It was a lovely home, bright and spotless. Our room was very spacious with a little balcony. One very good thing in India is no matter if you stay at a hotel or in a bed and breakfast or homestay, breakfast is always included. We got to know the family a little better next morning. We didn't eat with them but as they served us we met their cute and friendly little son named Farhan which means ‘joy’ and heard about their lives and dreams. They owned a spice shop as well and while she was taking college courses her heart wasn't really in it because she loved their businesses and wanted to dedicate her time to that. DSC04627.jpg (Our host and little Farhan at Periyar Villa)

During breakfast we also watched from the window as a mahout lovingly bathed his elephant in the forest and prepared him for the tourist rides that are offered. We wanted to do some hiking however so we took off and rather than a hike did a nature walk through Periyar National Forest. It was the perfect thing for us and even though there are lots of offers for car tours, this park can be easily walked. Plus, you are better able to spot the animals and you can get a greater sense of the peaceful atmosphere. DSC04574.jpgDSC04609.jpg (Monkeys in Periyar National Park)

The town is pretty small so we also strolled through just soaking it in. We were not interested in the tourist type events such as kung fu dancing or elephant riding. We also missed out on our tour of a spice farm as it rained all afternoon. Nothing bothered us however as we were feeling pretty mellow after our commune with nature. That evening, we searched for a restaurant highly recommended in our guide book. However, we were intrigued by a little garden restaurant we passed so even after we found the intended restaurant we decided to check out the Cocoanut Garden as it was called. The setting was lovely. They had converted their garden so it tiered and had little nooks that they placed only four tables in. We were very fortunate to get the last table very close to where the cooking was being done. The owners, a German woman and her Indian husband were expanding their tour business with the restaurant. He did the cooking and she did the hosting. She was about 6 months pregnant a looked a bit harried. She was also torn from her hosting duties regularly by their 3 year old son. He was a surprise. He looked very Indian but spoke fluent German. He was very cute, very active and if he didn't get what he wanted right away yelled at the top of his voice over and over until she responded, 'Mamma, Mamma, komm her! We played with him for a while to give her a break but frankly nothing was helping this couple. They are both very hardworking and clearly ambitious but know nothing about the restaurant business. With only four tables to serve, we got our simple meals of curry chicken and rice and curry mutton and rice after two and half hours. Thankfully it was delicious but some of the other guests were not as tolerant as we were. They didn't have beers on hand so they would need to run to a nearby shop to pick up any beer orders. Frankly, they didn’t have a alcohol license, so they asked us to leave the beer bottle under the table in case a nosy law enforcement officer would walk past. They also only bought what was requested so with the long wait, each time a beer was requested, they had to find an opportunity to pause and run to the store. Same was true for the Indian breads as they didn't have a clay oven but offered it on the menu. By the evening's end, she looked even more frazzled and he had taken a few cigarette breaks to help him cope. The final straw was paying the bill. We were leaving at the same time as a very apparent unhappy couple and they had no change for either of us. The shops were now also closed so we stood around looking at each other. We decided to leave a very generous tip and forego our change but the other couple was having none of that. I think they eventually begged some friends for some change as the other couple did not plan to leave any tip and finally left in a huff. We took it all in stride and enjoyed ourselves regardless, but sincerely hope that some of the stereotypical German efficiency will emerge or for sure they wont last long. The next day we said goodbye to our new friends at the homestay and the husband took us to a bus that would take us directly back to Kollam. We enjoyed the ride through the tea and cardamom hills even more and spent most of the time crammed beside a lovely mom and her little girl. DSC04658.jpg (Our bus neighbor for 7 hours)
DSC04660.jpg (Hindu festival along our bus trip back to Kollam)

Our last days in India were spent back at Raviz in lazy luxury. We got massages in their top notch spa and ate most of our meals in their restaurant. The head chef made the best mutton biriyani to date and we had it repeatedly. Our last day, we provided a bit of feedback as with such a top notch place, they had not handled the overbooking with the wedding very well. I've left out quite a few details but a combination of young overconfident managers had led to a mismanagement of the situation and over promising and underdelivering. The hotel manager was stellar. He listened without interrupting and defending – quite unusual for Indians as we learned - and told us he'd heard about the situation as the entire hotel was aware of the dilemma and knew it had not been handled well. He knew we were on our way out as we'd checked out, but he insisted we stay a bit longer since our flight was late that evening and had his chef provide a personal 4 course lunch for us. We appreciated the gesture and recognized a good leader when he promised to make the situation a learning exercise at their regular training sessions so his managers would be all learn from it and be motivated to change and not shamed by the situation.

So now that it was time to leave India, we couldn't help but wonder about the big unknown for us, Africa. We both love India and overall enjoyed our stay but we had also been wearied by it and affected by the relentless poverty, aggression, commercialism but at the same time painfully slow progress throughout the country. Were we ready for Africa?

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In the Land of Kings and Hawkers - Rajasthan

January 22 - 31 Delhi – Jaipur – Jodhpur – Udaipur – Pushkar – Ranthambore Nationial Park

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Fear not, I'm not planning on doing a step-by-step recounting of our tour. Instead I'll let the pictures do most of the talking and share some additional thoughts of each city and anything interesting on the way. The plan is one full day of travel as it's often several hundred km between these cities. We will have an evening and one full day in each city. Pretty much, the days will be filled with driving or wandering around forts, temples, mosques, palaces, shops and tombs.

Jaipur, the Pink City. Youngest city named after Jah Singh II. Known for textiles and jewellery.

One of the things we feared is that our tour would resemble 'see India's Golden Triangle in 12 days', similar to the busloads of tourists who see 'Europe' in 7 days. So we told our driver who had his list of tourist attractions for each city, that we didn't want to be just passive observers of India's past but also wanted to interact with people and find out what's on their mind, and we preferred to eat at local jaunts that every day people visit rather than the tourist approved places. We hoped our message was getting across because we were noticing that often people don't wait for you to complete your thought but are so eager to take action, tell you what they think you're going to say and hurry off to do it. Our driver, Ajay Sony with the A pronounced like apple vs able, was supposedly fluent in English but we were struggling to understand him and weren't sure that he always understood us. Our first stop however let us know that he understood perfectly. We stopped right off the highway at a little 'dhaba', which is Hindi for food place selling local food. I hesitate to say restaurant as that might set the wrong expectations. This place, which was a typical roadside dhaba is basically a very simple concrete space that served as a kitchen. It has an open clay oven for making parathas, naan and the like, counter space and a single burner hot plate. Nothing was in English. The plastic tables and chairs were set out in the dirt and were open to the elements. We could see a covered building close by but when we glanced inside it was empty and we figured only used when the weather was prohibitive. Ajay rattled of the options and very shortly we had a wonderful fresh cooked meal of chapatti (bread), vegetables and various sauces. The sun was hot and felt very good as we enjoyed our meal with near by guests staring unabashedly at us. We ended the meal with freshly made tea or chai as they call it. The cooks graciously allowed me to observe them at work and to also try my hand at making the chapatti. I was marginally successful in mimicking them; whipping the dough from hand to hand then flinging it along the wall of the cone shaped oven, but they were encouraging. It's amazing sometimes how much can be communicated without words. 43DC6DAD2219AC6817E0F83F5FB01DCC.jpg43DB80122219AC6817E4F84F58A1D906.jpg43DE06B02219AC68174371FFE06B8CDC.jpg (At a roadside dhaba on the way to Jaipur)

The next stop was a wonderful family whose home was again right off the ‘highway’, deep in Rajasthan’s countryside. They were farmers and were delighted to welcome us. The family included the standard mother father and several children and also several aunts uncles numerous cousins grandparents I guess anyone remotely related to them. They crowded around us and one daughter acted as the spokesperson mainly because she was the clear extrovert in the family. She was delightful. Her English was pretty limited but she didn't let that stop her. She led the tour of the sparse but neat room she shared with her sister and the couple other spots where several people slept. 43DEF9132219AC6817A6D090F3FFDBB2.jpg 43E0C6EB2219AC68170E595B20716BE9.jpgA5A422C92219AC681701E1BE067A8907.jpg

The new litter of puppies, how they harvested crop, carried firewood and in general what life is like for them. The children all go to school but also work very hard alongside the adults to maintain the home and farm. There is no running water in the house but they do have a well with a pump close enough to the house. We were offered chai, which we of course accepted and then watched as the older sister milked the cow then built up the open fire on the ground and cooked our chai, which is a mix of cardamom, ginger, masala, cinnamon and other spices. It was delicious and I guess they could read our delight because the mother joined us and insisted that she wanted to make us another cup and enjoy it with us. It was wonderful to see the family interacting, vying for our attention like typical kids and also how everyone contributed. It was especially nice to see the younger boys taking care of the babies. When we left, we felt privileged that they allowed us into their home. With Ajay's help we could ask and answer questions but he mostly left us on our own with them. He was probably relieved not to have to translate the question about “if I was black”. It's not a stupid question because I've been told since arrival I look Indian and since my mother is half Indian I figured they were noticing things that typical westerners wouldn't. At the end of the visit I wanted to show my appreciation but didn't want to insult their kindness by offering money so I pretty much emptied my back pack of every pen lotion sweet and gum that I had and the kids went crazy fighting for each piece. Despite the short time, we somehow felt we'd made a connection and I know we'll never forget them. A5B2F3BC2219AC68172438B8D2B7F49B.jpg43DFCB882219AC6817851E50E3F7BB09.jpg A5AF5FDB2219AC6817D6EAA46AC3501B.jpg

Our hotel Shahpura House was as lovely as advertised and alleviated some concerns re us being scammed. Many of these tours offer different categories to fit your budget and it's difficult to judge what you're getting if you don't have the opportunity to speak with fellow travelers. DSC02734.jpgDSC02730.jpg (One of several 'Heritage Hotels' we stayed at)

I've promised not to provide excessive details but bear with me as this experience is worth sharing. Each morning we met, Ajay would have some local sweet, or blessing from the temple he visited, in the form of a finger touch of colour between the eyes and a stick of incense burning in the car. The morning of our tour of Jaipur he had a lei of red roses for me and wouldn't you know it, it matched my outfit perfectly so I decided to keep it on. We visited a simple yet peaceful Hindu temple where we witnessed a Brahman, (the highest caste in India) bathing in the open as he calmly sat on the ground across from the temple. I didn't want to stare but the whole time Ajay was talking about the temple I watched him out the corner of my eye. How could he be so comfortable I wondered knowing that I was there. I was to learn that bathing in public is a common practice and is done gracefully and efficientlly. He kept his groin covered with his dhoti which is an ankle length piece of cloth that men wear and often pull up to tie at their waste and hitch between their legs to make walking or climbing or in this case bathing easier. He had a bucket of water and soap and he lathered every, I mean every part of his body from head to toe vigorously. I saw nothing exposed that shouldn't be and that wasn't because I was watching indirectly but because I wasn't meant to. That isn't the point of my story but apparently I can't help the digression. I'll just say he was not unpleasant to look at, nope, not at all.

But back to the real story I want to tell. We then went to the imposing Nahargarh or Tiger Fort north of the city and were amused by the many Macacques playing around the parking lot. DSC02809.jpgDSC02758.jpg (At Nahargar/"Tiger" Fort - notice the flowers around our necks...)

Elmar was busily taking pictures and I was watching the antics of a couple of them right in front of me while waiting for the driver. Suddenly, a mamma macaque some distance away raced across the lot, her little baby hanging on to her belly, and before I could blink she jumped up on me and grabbed at my neck. I've always thought in these situations I'd be like Sydney Bristow from Alias, you know, reacting decisively and effectively, well, I didn't disappoint. I flung my hands up and yelled immediately and quite effectively I might add -"Elmar!" He raced toward me waving his hands and kicking at the macaque who was far too fast to be touched and scampered away. I couldn't figure out why she had attacked me but then someone explained she wanted my lei and Elmar added that she had a baby with her. It was unnerving but thankfully only my dignity hurt. Lesson learned, no flowers or fruit around macaques. Those sharp teeth and human like hands are no fun up close and personal. DSC03251.jpg (Macaques everywhere)
Our outstanding impression is that Jaipur is even more chaotic and dirty than Delhi and the vendors took aggressive pursuit to a new level. If you choose this city to visit, you should gear up mentally and physically, it's not for the faint of heart. We enjoyed what we saw tremendously but were more than ready to move on.

A5BA1DD42219AC6817943DE3114E1939.jpg (At the Jantar Mantar in Jaipur; marble structures that tell the time with a +/-10 sec. error)
DSC02726.jpg43E4B7462219AC6817EA48599374B1B8.jpg43EC362C2219AC681732ADE873D14D1E.jpg (Lake Palace and Palace of Winds in Jaipur)
DSC02870.jpg (City Palace in Jaipur)

One other thing I want to mention that doesn't show up in the pictures is that we made sure to contribute to the economy with a few purchases here. We haggled, and for sure you would not be respected if you don't, and got decent prices but not dirt cheap. I learned Asian haggling from a dear Indian friend who I watched with amazement when she visited me in China. I could not believe when she offered 50% of asking price and got away with it repeatedly. Her arguments and strategies varied but her favourite in China was based on making multiple purchases and not being afraid to walk away and not look back. In India, I learned over time that I had to literally not care whether I got the item or not because they are astute readers of emotions, a bored look works, and not be affected by the vendors subtle hurt feelings to manipulate you into feeling bad. The stories of how your purchase will help are designed to tug at the coldest heart. Even if you don't intend to purchase anything you must be prepared as part of any tour, whether planned or spontaneous will always include a stop at a gem store or someplace equal. You won't see it on the itinerary but clearly the drivers get some kind of kick back. After a torturous hour at a gem store because Ajay really wanted us to stop there, we were specific with him re what we were interested in and serious about buying and asked him to not take us to the other places. 43E745CA2219AC6817BCDCDBAD9131F5.jpg (Which vehicle has more horsepower?)

Jodhpur: The Blue City. 15th C named after chief Rao Jodha.

With relief I noted that Ajay didn't bring flowers the next morning. We set out for Jodhpur, the city where the well known riding trousers (sorry, 'pants' didn't feel right, guess I'm still under UK influence) gets its name.
We stopped for lunch at a truck stop and ate a hearty and very tasty lunch. The price for all three of us was $5.00. Elmar amazed the locals who watched in wonder as he mixed his rice, veggies and several sauces together, topped it off with some curd then smoothly and naturally proceeded to shovel it into his mouth with his hands despite being provided with a spoon. Ajay himself was amazed and forgot his lunch so he could take several pictures and a video. Eating with his hands is surprising enough but knowing how to mix the food together is something very few foreigners know how or desire to do. After lunch we walked around and I got to chew on the leaf of the Neem tree growing in the back of the property. It's famous for its use in Ayurveda to make lotions, treat acne, and nourish the hair and as tooth paste. Apparently I was hoping for the full benefits in chewing the leaf. I have a real soft spot for kids and there were some really sweet ones here. Hard working well behaved and gracious. We didn't leave money but we bought them some treats. It was funny to see something so small such a thrill for them and what a relief for us that they were completely satisfied and never hinted at wanting money from us.DSC02943.jpgDSC02941.jpg

Our next stop was a village and it was refreshing to finally see some green farmland instead of the arid and rocky landscape we crossed during the last couple of days. The journey so far had been dusty and bumpy and the landscape boringly flat and filled with either manufacturing plants or other unmemorable buildings. Here, the red soil was reflected in the brick homes, many of them with intricate designs. We met a number of the townfolk as the longer we stayed, the larger the crowd grew. The kids were very polite and orderly (we had treats and they waited their turn and didn’t fight each other or grab), the men flirty and the women shy. It took a little coaxing to get the women to share with me. As usual many were startlingly pretty and their clothes a vibrant kaleidoscope of colours. Every girl wore an ankle bracelet and even the babies had their eyes rimmed with kohl. We had noticed before but even more so as we travelled through the country side that there's an innate grace to the women. People recognize it from the bollywood dances but it was evident even when we saw them walking down the streets with stacks of wood on their heads. We were curious about daily life and what we heard and witnessed soon became a pattern as we stopped at various villages. The women start their day around 5:00am gathering sticks for the fire then heading to the closest pump for water which may be miles away and will again be carried on their heads. They plant, harvest, take care off the animals, children and prepare meals. Basically it's non stop back breaking work for them. DSC02986.jpg (A group of women getting water at a nearby well; often they have to walk for miles at a time)

Not that there weren't men working but every village we passed or stopped at we saw several groups of them playing cards and drinking chai. Ajay confirmed that this pattern was pretty normal and acceptable. DSC02969.jpgDSC02963.jpg

When we got to the city it was more of the same - chaos and lots of garbage everywhere but we found that we kinda enjoyed the blue city. If you visit, stay at a hotel with a roof top as the view is great especially as the sun is setting. We stayed at Pal Haveli, which is definitely not back packer price and is a lovely old red stone noble home with a great roof top restaurant. DSC03000.jpg (View from the rooftop terrace at our hotel Pal Haveli)

There are no elevators so be prepared for unusually steep steps. The rooms can be a little dark and as with most old buildings the plumbing is an adventure. We had to take our shower squatting under the 3 foot high faucet as there wasn't a tub and the water couldn't make it up to the shower head. Wish I could share a picture of 6 foot 4 Elmar doing his 'shower' moves, I call it the chicken squat. Another reason we like the city is we were already tired of being led around by Ajay as nice as he was, so we took off on our own and just wandered around. We ended up in the more residential area away from the tourists and touts and discovered quieter and cleaner streets. People were genuinely helpful when we asked for directions and no one tried to sell us anything. We met two lovely very articulate young girls who stopped us asking the same questions, where are you from, what's your name, but they were just wondering if we had any simple coins from our country they could have. It was great just having a normal conversation without a hidden agenda and to hear their passion for school and curiosity of the world. They also stirred my curiosity because I've been noticing how self assured young girls are here regardless of status. I have no research to base it on but I also noticed that many fathers are more nurturing toward their children here. They frequently hug and nuzzle, carry around and play with boys and girls alike and I wonder if that with the high emphasis on education in many states are factors. Would be interesting to explore further. DSC03157.jpg (That's why Jodhpur is called the 'blue city')

There are many Muslims in the northern cities of India and it’s been that way for centuries. Mughals conquered the Rajasthan region during medieval times but were fairly lenient in some aspects because they often allowed the Maharajas in different cities to continue ruling independently as long as they were allies and paid their dues.Today, the Mughal influence can be seen everywhere in the architecture of many of the sites and Islam is a choice religion for many Indians. We saw so many women with their saris covering their entire faces and were often woken at 5:00 am with the call to prayer blaring through loudspeakers. I deeply admire the Indians' tolerance. They have no problems with existing peaceable with other faiths and in fact, in the Hindu belief the ‘guru’ Sai Baba teaches to accept and reflect all others.

Our favourite site here is the Meherangarh fort and is not to be missed. It rises majestically and imposingly right from the mountains. There are several options to get to the entry gate from the road including a ride on a decorated elephant; however, we went with the mundane car and driver. Most of the sites have audio guide tours and while we would say bypass most of them, the one at this fort was pretty decent. DSC03065.jpgDSC03083.jpg (Meherangarh Fort)

The other must experiences are two food delights. Right at the base of the town clock in the main town square is a very tiny stall where the renowned ‘Omelette Man’ cooks up a mean fare. He started out cooking a variety of dishes but after the Lonely Planet, which seems to be the bible of guide books these days, can make or break your business, extolled his omelets, he now only specializes in omelet making and is much richer and happier for it. You can believe the hype, they are delish and cheap. We tried the masala and the cheese and it was finger lickin’ good. Despite his increased wealth he refuses to change anything about his winning approach so each day he stands all day from 10:00 am to 10:00 pm in a little area of no more than 1 by 1 meter and with one omelet pan churns out each order. DSC03011.jpg (The 'Omelet Man' in Jodhpur)
His son who is very proud of his dad takes the orders and tries to get you to visit his little souvenir business down the street and also plans to open up another restaurant. It's always nice to see passion and honest hard work paying off and we wish them luck. The other food delight is the lassis from a little sweet shop right around the corner from the omelet man, right underneath the clock tower and called ‘Mishrilal Hotel’. Lassi is a yogurt drink that is a staple in the local diet and can be bought anywhere on the street either salty or flavoured with spices or fruit. I have heard that there is a version flavoured with cannabis but I can't speak to that. This guy's is the gourmet version. His drink has added spices to the unfruited version and is more like a super thick milk shake that you eat with a spoon vs drink it. Believe me it was addictive. So much so we couldn't resist making one last stop on our way out of the city.DSC03274.jpgDSC03277.jpg (Easily the best lassi and sweets in India)

Udaipur - Southern Rajisthan estab mid 16th C by Udai Singh II of Sisodia royal family. Probbably one of oldest surviving dynasties in the world

Rather than via highway, our guide took us through the back roads to Udaipur. We discovered a much greener India and at times much cleaner. It was Republic day and we stopped on the way to experience some of the celebrations. He chose a village school and we joined the program already in progress that was put on by the students. As with all things with kids, the performance was endearing. We met and took pics with the Maharajah of the region. We were allowed to sit up front with what looked like the dignitaries and I felt slightly awkward as I noticed that there was only one other woman there. The others stood around or sat on the ground with the children. They treated us very graciously and included us in the meal after the program. I was encouraged to see a booth in cooperation with one of the UN agencies educating all on the importance of nutrition, education and care of infants to toddlers. It was simple but effective and run by a woman who seemed to love and was proud of what she was doing. DSC03294.jpg (Celebrations on Republic Day)

The next stop seemed random. Ajay noticed a man through a doorway right off the street who appeared to be churning something. He backed up and as he explained it that he was making mustard seed decided to get out the car and join the man for a closer look. Pretty soon other villagers poured in and were warmly welcoming. They always want to share something with us, usually water or chai. The chai we can drink but the water which is so precious to them we always have to refuse which I hate doing. We met a couple college students who were best friends and the proud father who shared his story and delight in sending all his children to school. The girls, dressed alike, both wanted to be teachers and seemed determined to achieve their dreams together. They were both fluent in English so our conversation flowed easily. The woman in charge of the mustard seed churning shared a horrible tasting sweet made from the mustard seed and we could tell she was very proud to share with us. I really tried to get down a couple bites but it was tough. I was able to palm it off to Elmar to finish to avoid any embarassment. Mustard seed oil is apparently good for skin, hair, cooking and massage oils. We would have bought some but this was the raw manufacturing stored in clay pots and we didn't have a bottle or anything handy. It's always hard to leave the villages as they enjoy us as much as we enjoy them but it was time to push on.

We next stopped at an extraordinarily beautiful marble temple and learned it was built by the followers of the Jain religion. We did the tour with the temple priest/guide who said its no wall, 1,400 column structure was built by illiterates. The religion sounded weirdly interesting. They don't believe in the caste system and promote non violence to the extent that they won't eat root vegetables because harvesting them means killing bugs. Pilgrims can stay there free of cost and I was beginning to think, hmm pretty good until the priest made it clear that what he initially offered as a no additional charge tour really meant not just a tip of our choosing but a tip that he approved of. We had already intended to leave a gift and still did but somehow I'm still taken aback at the blatant begging and leaching of tourists especially when it comes from people you don't expect it from or after you think you're connecting with someone on a different level. DSC03323.jpg

I'm not going to say much about the city of Udaipur except that I was disappointed on many levels. It's touted in the guidebooks as THE romantic destination as the city cradles what's referred to as beautiful Lake Pichola and is overlooked by towering mountains. I found the lake dirty and smelly and while the palace we visited was lovely, we were disappointed that the current royal family lived in California and received not only the profits from the tours, but anyone who did business in the palace, such as selling souvenirs or running a little cafe had to fork over 50% of their earnings. I wouldn't care about this except that there didn't seem to be any giving back to the city. Poverty is rampant here with many in shantys or sleeping on the street. The roads are terrible, clean water a problem and buildings in poor condition. Accommodations were severely over priced especially if you opted for any of the hotels on the lake but in general as well. It was hard for me to feel romantic or that I wanted to spend anymore money here.DSC03362.jpgDSC03387.jpg (City Palace in Udaipur)


I unfortunately developed a bad cold after Udaipur which may have also contributed to my blighted view so we didn't make any stops on the way to Pushkar. To be honest, I don't remember a lot other than it being more of the same arid, dirty desert cities we'd been experiencing so far and that we had problems with the hotel not having our booking. We couldn't tell if the booking agent had messed up or the hotel decided they could get a better rate from walk-in guests. Reception was barely polite and his suggestion of coming back the next night unacceptable. This is where a seasoned guide comes in handy because Ajay got on his phone and soon had us booked in a decent place he knew of. Pushkar is a strictly vegetarian city so no eggs, meat or alcohol are allowed but there are around 500 temples dotted all around the lake so I guess you find one if the urge for non veg or a little spirit hits too hard. Apparently too this is the mecca if you're looking to buy a camel or two. It's the largest camel market in the world and we'd just missed the annual event. It sounded interesting in theory but as Ajay described some of the details like thousands of camels and dealers haggling all day I couldn't drum up one bit of regret. More interesting for us is connecting with people and we had an interesting conversation with the owner of the pizza restaurant where we went for dinner. Pizza would not be our choice usually in India but he was a friend of Ajay and invited us to join him around an open fire just as we were leaving. Like so many Indians he was very well educated and had very strong views, particularly about respecting life, which he spoke passionately about. His ultimate point was that he was frustrated that as the most developed of life forms we as humans choose to kill animals for food when we don't have to. It was a lively conversation that we thoroughly enjoyed and left some food for thought as well as he raised some good points. Sadly he also spoke about the rampant corruption in the government that kept too many people trapped in poverty. We spoke long into the evening about what life is really like in India and might have gone longer but we noticed poor Ajay struggling to keep his eyes open. So we quickly said our goodbyes and left with that satisfied feeling you get when you've had a really stimulating conversation with interesting company.DSC03447.jpgDSC03462.jpg (The holy lake in Pushkar) DSC03478.jpg (Impressions from Pushkar) DSC03488.jpg (A local specialty, chapatis soaked in honey)


Our next stop provided a release from the standard meandering through temples, palaces and tombs. Ranthambore is a small national park and is home to a healthy population of tigers who we were told hunt in the open and are not perturbed by jeep caravans of humans invading their territory. Rather than a hotel, we stayed in a luxury tent that had an ensuite bathroom and a little heater for the cold nights. We were one of five guests staying there so it was very quiet and peaceful. The tents surrounded a nice size lawn area with comfy chairs and tables and individualized wood burning fires to keep you warm. It was very cosy eating then lingering late to talk and gaze up in wonder at the brilliantly star studded sky. I thought of my good friend Craig Smith who is an avid star gazer and how much he would love it here. That's something that you do miss a bit. There are so many times during a trip like this that you think of friends and loved ones you want to share different experiences with because they would love it too. Our wake up call was at 5:30 am so we eventually went to bed and slept very comfortably in our queen size bed. The next morning just as the sun was coming up we had a hot drink then with heavy blankets provided by the hotel we headed out in an open topped jeep. Because of its close proximity to the Golden Triangle stops of Delhi, Agra, Jaipur, this is a popular destination and it can be very difficult to secure a jeep. In fact we had a few tense moments wondering if we did have a reservation but Ajay again made sure we had a jeep with a small group of two other couples rather than the open top buses that hold upwards of 20. It was very cold but exhilarating and we saw lots of antelopes and other wildlife but unfortunately only tiger tracks instead of the real thing. DSC03642.jpgDSC03644.jpg (In Ranthambore)

While we were disappointed we still relished being out in the forest and walking around in designated areas. We often spotted villagers hiding in the forest foraging for wood. At one point two women with huge bundles of firewood on their heads heard our jeep and must have thought we were the rangers. They started running and then ditched the wood to secure a hiding place. Deforestation is a serious concern in many areas throughout India and you wonder who will win the battle, struggling families trying to fill their basic needs or the conservationists. DSC03534.jpg (Our 'luxury' tent in the national park) DSC03554.jpgDSC03595.jpgDSC03610.jpg (Fresh tiger tracks...but no tiger)

The mini safari lasted about 3 hours and we returned to a pretty good breakfast then headed out to Agra. We'd been discussing what we would do after the tour which was nearing it's end, and although we knew we definitely wanted some beach time we couldn't decide exactly where. That's one of the beauties of India, you can climb the Himalayas, tour desert cities or laze on world class beaches. We'd been debating Andaman islands vs Kerala which is a lush southern state. Luckily for us, on our safari we met an Indian from the south and he was very discouraging about the Andaman islands. He was there recently on holidays and was himself appalled at how dirty the beaches were. That cinched it for us and we booked our flight to Kerala where we could do a backwater tour. DSC03471.jpgDSC03523.jpgDSC03527.jpg On the road in Rajasthan)

Posted by Elmar123 00:35 Archived in India Tagged landscapes art buildings people animals city sites historic Comments (1)

Khao Yai National Park

December 13 - 15

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Our first stop on our tour through Isaan was Khao Yai, Thailand’s oldest national park. We didn’t know what to expect but we were very pleasantly surprised by the area around the park and the many safari tour options that were on offer. The drive from Bangkok to Khao Yai only takes about 2-3 hours and you drive mostly along the typical Thai “strip malls” and store fronts, so it really doesn’t give you the impression that you are officially entering Isaan and are in Nakhon Ratchasima province. Nakhon Ratchasima is actually called Korat (spoken “Kolaat”) by most Thais.

In terms of accommodation we were curious as to what to expect. We had booked a small bed and breakfast place called “Bobby’s” online through Agoda due to the consistently very high ratings it received by other travelers. The place is actually in Pak Chong, a little outside of the park and we had a hard time finding it. We knew from the descriptions online that it is close to the large “Tesco” in Pak Chong right on the highway. So once we located the Tesco we drove around and tried to find the place based on the location on the online map. As we have learned many times before, looking for an address, even with a GPS which we had with us in the car, is almost always a fruitless exercise since street names are being spelled in many different ways and often you have the same street name for different streets. So, our challenge driving through Isaan was to locate our hotels based on descriptions online and attempts to get as close as possible to the indicated positions on online maps. We also used the Google map on our phone which proved invaluable in locating specific places and we got pretty good at finding our way around without turn by turn directions provided by the GPs. The GPS was mainly helpful to get from one city to the next but once there it mostly reached its limits.

So, back to our search for “Bobby’s” place. From the Tesco we drove around the few streets surrounding the area but just couldn’t find the place or any sign directing us to it, so I finally called and spoke with Mike, the owner. Within 5 minutes he picked us up with his scooter at the parking lot at Tesco’s and from there it was only about 2 minutes to get to the hotel. It’s a small residential area squeezed between the highway on one side and a main road with some restaurants on the other and there’s a reason why we couldn’t find it – the complete lack of any sign or advertisement. Typically that’s not a problem since most travellers come by bus or train and Mike always picks them up at the bus or train station. It’s still relatively uncommon that tourists drive through regions like Isaan by rental car. We found it very convenient though and it makes you very, very flexible. It’s more expensive than the cheap buses but again, rental cars are actually not that expensive in Thailand and the road system is excellent.

Once we arrived at “Bobby’s”, we checked in to our room and were pleasantly surprised by its size, cleanliness and relative comfort given the room was exactly US$ 7!!!. It had a large bed, en suite bathroom a TV with DVD player and even a small outside sitting area. The place looks a bit like a motel in the middle of the US in the 60’s.

DSC01275.jpgDSC01280.jpg (Our US$ 7 room at Bobby's)

Mike, the owner, is a German who’s been living in Thailand for more than 20 years and he’s been married to a Thai woman called Meehow. The two of them are running the place after their partner, actually Mike’s stepson, went back to the UK where he came from. Meehow, however, seems to do most of the work, including great cooking in the morning and evening. Mike seems to have more of a “socializing” role, picking people up and dropping them off and keeping them happy with cheap beer in the evening. The name “Bobby” seems to be a bit of a sensitive issue and we could only find out bits and pieces but obviously it is the name of a son who passed away very young for some reason.

DSC01281.jpg (Mike, the owner of Bobby's)

Anyway, once there we could also book a jungle tour through Mike since they run a small tour operation as well and some of the guides are family members, too. So it is quite a compelling little business they are running from this place, cheap but acceptable accommodation, jungle tours and safaris and a good little restaurant with some of the best simple home cooked Thai food we’ve had in Thailand.

We booked a full-day tour for the next day so we were all set for now. So we drove around a bit to explore the area and drove towards the park entrance. It is a beautiful area with small villages, many restaurants and small hotels but also some gaudy looking resorts and condos for sale – probably to affluent Bangkok residents given the proximity to the capital. One of the most bizarre places has to be the development of an Italian looking village, all built in what Thais would think Tuscany looks like, with earth tone houses, water fountains and big gates.

IMG_0361.jpg (Tuscany in Thailand)

Once we went back to “Bobby’s” we ordered dinner and within 10 minutes had a great Thai meal in front of us, sitting in the little backyard restaurant with view into Meehow’s little kitchen. She’s a master in the kitchen, every ingredient neatly pre-arranged and she prepares every single serving fresh in her wok, which is meticulously cleaned after each portion. Together with a few Leo beers and interesting conversations with Mike and other fellow travellers it was hard not to feel like, “it can’t get any better”.

DSC01498.jpg (Meehow at work)

If you have followed us on our blog and have read the last entry about our fast/detox in Koh Chang you might wonder what happened to the post-fasting process. Now, everybody who is somewhat familiar with how fasts typically work knows that you are supposed to slowly break your fast over a couple of days and eat light food, typically vegetables and fruit, for about a week or longer afterwards. You also should stay away from alcohol for a while. Obviously that hasn’t happened with us as you can read in this blog entry. But there was just no way on earth we would travel through places like Khao Yai and not eat the delicious food from Meehow and have a beer with it. It would have been difficult to just get raw vegetable or salad and probably even somewhat insulting – if that sounds like a lame excuse, it’s because it actually is one. So, if you are really serious about post-fasting stay in the place where you did your fast and don’t get yourself exposed to the rest of the country because the food temptations are just too delicious.

The next morning, bright and early at 6:00, we got up, had a little breakfast and went on our Songthaew (a covered pick up truck modified with benches on either side of the platform) together with about 6 fellow travellers and our guide who is actually Meehow’s son. I have to tell you first however a somewhat funny and uniquely Asian/Thai story about the breakfast we had in the morning. As said before, Meehow runs a nice little restaurant business in her backyard and breakfast is no exception. You can get pretty much anything from American, Continental and Thai breakfasts to congee, fried rice or porridge. However, one of Meehow’s young sons, who was taking the order was pretty inflexible when it came to ordering anything that was not part of the standard menu or that was a slightly different combination than the “set breakfast” options like American. I ordered an American breakfast, which was simple enough. However, Anna just wanted some toast with butter and jam. The problem was that this was not on the menu. So after a lot of back and forth we ended up ordering an “American breakfast without the eggs and bacon”, which, not surprisingly produced a satisfied smile on the face on Meehow’s son who now was able to order something from the standard menu while just omitting some items rather than having to “create” a whole new combination of items, like toast, butter and jam. Once the humor of the whole situation set in, we had to chuckle so many times about this little incident as it is so typical for Thailand and in fact many countries and people for that matter. One of our fellow travellers, Mike from Cleveland who we met at “Bobby’s” even sent us a video clip from the movie "Five Easy Pieces" with Jack Nicholson which is taking a similar situation to a whole new level of ridiculousness (Five easy pieces dinner scene).

But back to our jungle tour, which was just beautiful, interesting and educational. Khao Yai National park is lush green and its terrain very varied, from open areas of elephant grass to dense mountain rainforest. After we entered the park we stopped at a viewing point and everybody was handed some blue colored ”leech socks” since leeches and other creepy crawlers might get on or under your skin if you are not protected. And we were planning an hour long jungle hike.

DSC01286.jpg (Khao Yai Park entrance) DSC01299.jpg (Thailand's latest fashion: leech socks)

From our viewing point we also got a first glimpse of some of the wildlife in the park as we could spot two large and colorful giant hornbill birds across from us in the trees. Luckily we had some binoculars, which helped us spot some of the animals in the trees. Throughout the day we saw many of the resident monkeys, mainly macaques.

DSC01307.jpg (One of the many macaques along the way)

We also had the pleasure of watching some white gibbons up in the trees making their characteristic noise, which one person described as a noise that reminds you of “spaceships”, or whatever you think the noise is that spaceships would make.

On our jungle hike we also spotted some snakes, including a green leaf viper and giant black squirrels who are the size of midsize dogs…never even heard of them before. Other than that we could see some of the different types of deer that live here as well as a couple of Asian water monitors, which are very common across Thailand and which can get up to 9 feet long. We’ve even seen some in the middle of Bangkok swimming in one of the khlongs (canals).

DSC01350.jpg (Green leaf viper) DSC01474.jpg (Asian water monitor) DSC01476.jpg (Deer)

Unfortunately we didn’t see any of the approximately 200 wild elephants living in the park or tigers which are extremely rare. At sunset we drove up to the highest point in the park with a splendid view over its rainforest and valleys. We returned back to Bobby’s where we had another delicious meal before we fell into our beds tired but totally satisfied.

DSC01431.jpg DSC01445.jpg DSC01464.jpg (Heo Suwat waterfal in Khao Yai) DSC01489.jpg (View over Khao Yai National Park at dusk)

So, if you are ever travelling in this region or maybe even just want to take a break form the urban stress of Bangkok for a few days, consider Khai Yai as a terrific getaway. We were very pleasantly surprised to find this paradise and tropical rainforest so close to Bangkok.

Posted by Elmar123 08:55 Archived in Thailand Tagged landscapes waterfalls mountains trees animals birds Comments (0)

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