Saturday, February 26, 2011

hampi

hey mom and everyone,

i'm in a small town called hampi (pronounced "humpy") and there are more temples here than any other place in india.  it's small, beautiful, and hot as hell.  you know those 4 travelers i met at the hostel in goa and traveled here with?  we're all now going to my buddy, kish's place via train tonight (saturday) @6pm.  it's an amazing group dynamic that we have and i think everyone knows it.

oh, and i know you'll find this fascinating, one of the girls we're traveling with, kelly, is from england and is 19 years old, traveling by herself.  she said her mom did the same thing when her mom was her age.  see, girls CAN and DO travel alone ;)  she's pretty much taking the same route as me: india, northern india, then to southest asia (thailand, cambodia, vietnam).

diego (32) who owns his own textile business in argentina, has been to over 30 countries and knows so much about so many places.  he said that myanmar (burma) is the most beautiful place he's ever been.  i'm thinking about flying there from thailand.

inez (23), is from holland and she just received her masters in criminology, and her english is beyond impressive.  she's going the in the same general direction as kelly and i.

and kish (24), he's indian but born and raised in england.  his parents are indian but from africa.  him and his brother own their own convenient store in a suburb of london.  we're going to his parent's vacation home for a few days which is just outside of mumbai.

it's amazing how we're all traveling alone and happened to meet each other and pretty much goin the same routes.  if i ever had any doubts about traveling alone, i know to just have faith in the best.  i will post pictures as soon as i get the chance.

love you, mom :)

miss you guys :)

                                                            our bus drop-off station

a temple inside the main city

an underground temple which has flooded over the years
(diego, kelly, inez, kish)

hanuman temple above hampi (600 steps to the top)

me on a rock outside hanuman temple

food, "pure veg"

a view from a restaurant

our hostel (everyone calls them 'guest houses')

my room

hammocks outside of the rooms

the main walkway to each room

our bus from goa to hampi
this is called a 'sleeper', as you can see the beds with curtains

Monday, February 21, 2011

landing in india

i flew into bangalore with the idea that i was wise enough to get by; i'm from renton.  i landed, went through customs, got my baggage, and headed towards the exit for a taxi.  i found a taxi driver and thinking back to what one traveler wrote about india, "always ask for a price to your destination beforehand."  so i asked.

the driver told me "don't worry about it" and that "i know tourists think indians will try to rip you off at every corner."  cool, i felt confident in his upfront honesty.  let's go.

we talked all about india and all the wonderful and terrible facets of it's culture throughout our 20 minute ride.  he told me that "indians will cheat you but you'll be fine if you're clever enough."  i'm totally clever so i'll be fine.

after driving for about 30 kilometers (miles??) to my hotel from bangalore international we arrived at my hotel.  as he pulled into goldcrest hotel's roundabout, i said "thank you (with a smile), how much?"  he reached to the passenger side glovebox (on the left side of the car) and dug through a few papers, eventually pulling out a laminated one with prices listed for each location from the airport: mg street... 1520 rupees; church road... 1510 rupees; minerva circle (my street)... 1580 rupees.  even then, as i wasn't in india for more than an hour from stepping off the plane, i knew that wasn't right.  40 dollars?? this cab ride was more expensive than two nights in my hotel.  oh, and he didn't hesitate to show me the bottom of the laminated, unauthorized (i checked) paper that there was an extra 700 rupee surcharge for hours between 10pm and 7am.  it was 4am.  damn, i've been had.  he said 2000 rupees would suffice.  realizing what just happened, i paid the driver his well earned cash for my first lesson in india: be clever.  india: 1, paul: 0.



hi guys!

blogging has always seemed a little weird and self-congratulatory to me, but with you guys asking what the hell i'm actually doing traveling and me having sketch wifi and not being able to contact you all the time, it seemed logical.  not that i don't care about you guys any less by posting in such a general way, obviously.

1. tummers
2. family and friends
3. acquaintances
4. strangers
5. mia


i've always felt that it's in a traveler's nature to share what they learn and see along the way, so couple that with some requests to blog the interesting stuff, i feel this medium fits the bill.

-paul

p.s. mom, don't worry so much.