Friday, April 5, 2013

Thank you time.  It is now Friday morning (got home Wednesday night), and I am  rested enough to write my final post.

Yesterday, Thursday, I went grocery shopping.  I had to drive my own car!!! Lakhu, where are you?

I want to thank those that make it possible for me to go away, comfortable in the knowlede that things are being taken care of at home.

Thank you Kam for taking the major responsibility.  Thanks to Shirley and Aysel (neighbours) who keep a watchful eye on a day to day basis.  Thank you to the gentleman who kindly blew out my driveway after significant snowfalls (Kam is very thankful).

In India, many thanks to Tarun and Mr. Sharma of Adventure Holiday Tours. After telling them the places I wanted to visit, they set out a route which I was free to alter as we went along (and did several times).  Their choice of Lakhu as my driver was excellent.

Your driver can make or break your trip.  Lakhu made mine extraordinary.  Thank you so very much Lakhu. You are a true gem.

Thank you to the wonderful people of India I met along the way, in hotels and villages.  You truly made my journey all the more incredible.

A special thank you to Inder and Bira Kabli, Kabli Hotel, New Delhi, for giving me a home away from home.

Thank you to the many friends who shared my journey with me through this blog.  I truly appreciate your comments and emails.

Until next time........





Tuesday, April 2, 2013

I guess I have truly been accepted by the Afghan ladies here.  Right now Said's mom, another woman, her daughter and five month old granddaughter are in my room.

A son has just returned with food for Said's mom, and once again she wants to share with me.  It looks so good.  I love Afghan bread and the potatoes and pea veggies look and smell delicious.  I try to get her to understand that I am going out to eat shortly and thank her for her kindness.  Everyone is now back in his/her own place having lunch (2 p.m.).  It is 35C.....a little warm!!!!
How lucky am I?  I have now had three family village stays.  These have been special because not everyone has a chance to have one, much less three.  In addition, before I traded Lakhu for Tarun and he traded me for Lauren, we had breakfast at  Tarun's home.

A little bit of the real India that will remain in my heart forever.

It is my last day here and Lakhu called me earlier. We decided that he pick me up at 4 p.m. so that we can do some last minute errands (especially the elusive REAL Mysore Sandalwood Soap).  Little does he know, but I have planned to take him out to BBQ Nation for dinner.  I sure hope he has not been there before.  If so, I will change the venue. Will take some photos.

  He will then drop me back at Kabli where I will sleep until my wake up call.  Lakhu will take me to the airport about 3 a.m.



This is bittersweet.  I am sooo tired after seven weeks travelling, but very sad to be leaving.
Market in the town near the village.


One of these is going inside to the butcher.



Jyoti and Tarun preparing the fire (outdoors)

for the chicken curry Tarun is going to prepare.
Their mother, Tarun's aunt.  She is cleaning wheat.  We took a 10 kg bag back to Delhi where Tarun's family will have flour made.
Their father, Tarun's uncle.
Mani's older sister, Jyoti, on the left.
Tarun's cousin, Mani, on the left.  We brought him back to Delhi with us.

On this leg of our trip we first stopped at the village of Tarun's father.  It was wonderful. The family was so warm and inviting, but so were the mosquitoes.  I had difficulty getting to sleep and finally at about 3 a.m. went to the car to sleep and escape them.  The next day we headed to Rishikesh for two nights.  While we were away Tarun's uncle got a mosquito coil and a net for me.  I slept outdoors, under the net, and it was heavenly.





The Aarti in Rishikesh

As in Varanasi, there is a sunset aarti.  This one was much smaller and therefore more intimate.  We sat within feet of the "altar" and priests sat surrounding us.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Welcome to Glass House
The Ganges or Ganga
River terrace

Down at the river.

Lower garden path to the river terrace.

Going down to the lower garden.
Where we had lunch.
The Glass House

Named such because there is a huge wall of glass and a delightful large sitting room for viewing during the colder months.

This is a lovely hotel just outside of Rishikesh. The grounds are lush with trees and flowers etc.  The architecture and furnishings nod to British Colonial.  The food is very good and they make a perfect  sweet lime water/lime squash.

There are excellent views of the Ganges from everywhere, and even their own private terrace and walk to the river.

Although we didn't stay here, we did enjoy a lovely lunch on the porch.


Rafting on the Ganges is very popular.  There are many adventure companies offering everything from a few hours to overnight stays in tents.  This was on a stretch of the river between Rishikesh and the Vashishta Cave.
I will do captions later and post the photos of the village and the aarti.  Right now my heart needs a break.  Said and his mom just returned from the hospital. They showed me scans/xrays of her cancer.  When her son left I hugged her and she cried.  Another young man came with a story about his mom's condition.  My heart is troubled right now......later.

Thanks for the prayers for her, Brenda.
Bathing ghats at Rishikesh.

Sitting inside the modern Cafe Coffee Day was like watching a

movie outside.
Getting my feet wet in he crystal clear Ganges a few kms outside of Rishikesh.

One of two swinging bridges in Rishikesh.
Tarun

The Ganges as close to its source as I got.

Om sign on the gate to the temple Tarun's mom's family went to.

Outside the temple.

These two fellows posed, and soon

two more joined the photo shoot.





Rishikesh


We left Delhi and travelled a short distance (?200 kms) to the village.  All the family were awaiting us.  It is a different type of village from Lakhu's.....I would say more modern?

After some time and food all were ready for sleep.  Ohhhhhhh what a night.  The mosquitoes just loved the new flavour in the village, ME.  I couldn't take it anymore and when Tarun woke (about 3 a.m.) I  asked him to open the car.  I slept in the car for the rest of the night.  In the morning my eyes were swollen with bites.  I could barely open my eyes.  Although we were going to spend two nights there, I said that we should go on to Rishikesh immediately and we did.

Rishikesh is the world yoga capital and full of Indian and non-Indians.  It is the easiest place to feel at home.  The food is geared to non-Indians in a lot of restaurants and the shopkeepers do not overwhelm with come-ons.  I liked it there.

There were still those stairs......everywhere, but I guess I am becoming more used to them.  There are two swinging suspension bridges which are a little daunting at first.  The monkeys also lay in wait on the bridge!

Our guest house was very conveniently located, but not so easy to climb to.  Right next door there was a fab Italian restaurant at the guest house.  The cook/chef was truly good. He had worked in Italy and knew what good Italian meant.  We enjoyed breakfasts and dinners there.

Rishikesh was the only place that shopping was enjoyable because they did not call out things like "special prices for you".  I only bought three items, but it was painless.

We looked around and then spent time at the Vasishta Cave and then went for lunch at the Glass House. a highly recommended hotel.

Tarun went for a bathe in the Ganges.  I went in only to my calves because I did not have a swimsuit.  The water was crystal clear and clean.

We attended the aarti that evening.  It was smaller and much more intimate than that at Varanasi.  A wonderful evening of prayer.

Some photos.


Ok, I just had a little nap.  I feel somewhat bettter, but a shower and ten hours sleep is welcomed.

As you know, I exchanged Lakhu for Tarun on this last leg of my journey.  Tarun because we were to spend time in the family village of his father, as well as visiting Rishiskesh.  Some of you may remember Rishikesh from the Beatles.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_in_Rishikesh
H A P P Y   E A S T E R  !!!!  Enjoy your celebration.
Brenda emailed that they were having prime rib.....OH??????


I am finally back here at Kabli and sooooo happy.  The last five days have been gruelling, but wonderful.

I have not had internet since I left here, but will update in a few hours.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Bhang?  I had read about it before, and saw it in Varanasi along with hashish, but today Inder told me about Holi and bhang.  I googled it and wikipedia says.....


Bhang

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A bhang shop in JaisalmerRajasthan.
Bhang (Hindiभांग) is a preparation from the leaves and flowers (buds) of the female cannabis plant, smoked or consumed as a beverage in the Indian subcontinent.
Woman selling Cannabis and Bhang in GuwahatiAssamIndia

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[edit]Sub-continent

Bhang has been used as an intoxicant for centuries in the sub-continent. Bhang in India is distributed as a religious offering during Shiva festivals like "Mahashivratri". It has now become synonymous with the Holi festival, to the point where consuming bhang at that time is a standard practice. It is also available as Bhang golis (balls) which is just freshly ground cannabis with water. Apart from this, sweetened bhang golis are also widely available. These are not considered a drug, but a traditional sleeping aid and appetizer. Bhang is also part of many ayurvedic medicinal preparations, e.g. bhang powder is available at ayurvedic dispensaries.
Bhang Ki Thandai also known as Sardai is a drink popular in many parts of sub-continent which is made by mixing bhang with thandai, a cold beverage prepared with almondsspices (mainly black pepper), milk and sugar.

[edit]History

Bhang was first used as part of the Hindu rite in India around 1000 BC[citation needed] and soon became an integral part of Hindu culture. The herb was devoted to Lord Shiva on Shivratri, a Hindu festival.
Sadhus and Sufis use Bhang to boost meditation and to achieve transcendental states. Bhang or cannabis is also used amongst Sufis as an aid to spiritual ecstasy.
The Nihang sect of the Sikh community consume bhang for pain relief from battle wounds. In Sikhism, it is strictly prohibited to consume for pleasure, a rule which is followed very loyally. It started as an ayurvedic medicine whose main use for the Nihangs was to aid in reducing pain from battle wounds, and also as a digestive aid, called Sukhnidhan [1]
The historian Richard Davenport-Hines lists Thomas Bowrey as the first Westener to document the use of bhang.[2]

[edit]Preparation

Anywhere on the ghats, one can find large number of men engaged in the process of preparing bhang. Using mortar and pestle, the buds and leaves of cannabis are ground into a green paste. To this mixture milk, ghee and spices are added. The bhang base is now ready to be made into a heavy drink, thandai, an alternative to alcohol; this is often referred to casually, if inaccurately, as a "bhang Thandai" also "Bhang LASSI" (made of Curd ). Bhang is also mixed with ghee and sugar to make a green halva, and into peppery, chewy little balls called 'golee' (which in this context means candy or pill in Hindi).
In Kashmir, a common preparation for bhang consists of first boiling the leaves and flowers of the female cannabis plant for a short time. Once the plant matter has become soft, it is mixed with khas khas or white opium poppy seed. The two ingredients are pulverized with a mortar and pestle for 30-60 minutes (adding a few drops of water now and again to keep the paste moist). The paste is then mixed with water by hand and the mixture is poured through a straining cloth to remove all excess plant matter. The remaining green water is known locally as "bhang" and consumed as is. The usage of oil-rich seeds allows THC, the fat-soluble psychoactive chemical from the cannabis, to be extracted into the poppy oil so that potency can be retained in a water-based mixture.

[edit]Culture

Bhang has become an integral part of tradition and custom in the Indian subcontinent. It has become symbolic for many things as it is associated with LordShiva.
In some sections of rural India, people believe in the medicinal properties of the cannabis plant. If taken in proper quantity, bhang is believed to cure fever,dysentery and sunstroke, to clear phlegm, aide digestionappetite, cure speech imperfections and lisping, and give alertness to the body.[3] Bhang lassi is a preparation of powdered green inflorescence with curd and whey put in a village blender (a hand blending operation is carried out till the butter rises). It is regarded as tasty and greatly refreshing, with one or two large glasses having little effect. Bhang goli, on the other hand, hits after approximately two hours, sending one into a dreamlike state.
The tradition of consuming bhang during Holi is particularly common in North India where Holi itself is celebrated with a fervor unseen elsewhere. Bhang is heavily consumed in Mathura, an ancient town of religious importance to the Hindus. Here the practice is believed to have been introduced by the followers of Lord Krishna and has stayed ever since. They begin the preparation by Sanskrit chants and recitation of prayers to Lord Shiva. Some people from Mathura take Bhang to work up their appetite while others do it to relieve themselves of stress. But the hub of bhang use is Varanasi or Banaras, the Land of Shiva, where the bhang is prepared on its famous ghats.

[edit]Legality

As Bhang has served such an important role in India's culture and spiritual practices it would be impossible to criminalize cannabis completely in the country. Cultivation of cannabis is government regulated, and illegal without a government permit. Sale of bhang is also government regulated and illegal without a permit.
Bhang is illegal in any country where cannabis is prohibited as it is an integral part of the recipe.