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Planes, Trains & Taxiwallahs

a travel blog by phileasdogg


I'm travelling to some places, taking some photos, eating and drinking local stuff, trying to keep it down, talking to people then travelling somewhere else. Oh, and writing about it. Maybe. If I remember.

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Driving and stuff

Cochin, India


Hooray. Kerala. Another island of tranquility in a sea of chaos. And no need to get back on the truck for 4 days. By which time it will hopefully be fixed and we'll be reunited with our other driver.

In his absence I've been riding up front with Dan for the past few days and so have had a chance to observe Indian driving close up. And we've come to the conclusion that it's not reckless, or even suicidal. It's homicidal. Because when they crash (and it's surely just a matter of time) they're almost certainly going to take out plenty of others. The overtaking method (particularly popular among the decrepit state run buses) is to just pull out and move past the target vehicle (ignoring minor details like blind bends or brows of hills) and when something comes the other way just flash your lights and sound your horn and hope he stops or gets off the road. When you combine that technique with bloody awful road surfaces and drivers who only use full beams after dark, it makes for a fairly draining ride. Dan hasn't flipped yet but I sense that the camel's back can only take a few more straws!


permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 10, 2008 from Cochin, India
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On the water

Alleppey, India


Kerala feels a bit like another country from the rest of India - altogether a bit more relaxed. Which is very welcome. Still rubbish roads and driving, but a bit less chaos, litter, spitting, and the smell of sewers is not so prominent, or maybe my nose has just got used to it. Anyway, our still-crippled rig rolled into Alleppey today and we were deposited onto a houseboat for an overnight tour of the famous Keralan backwaters. I was kind of imagining an Indian version of a meandering canal boat ride along the Grand Union through central and northern England, but actually it was a bit dull. The waterways are very wide and quite busy with boat loads of other tourists and freight, and although the palm-fringed banks were quiet attractive, the scenery really didn't change at all. The Lonely Planet has it as one of their top 10 things to do before you die. All I can say is that if I shuffle off my mortal coil with that on my Top 10 list, I'll be asking St Peter for my money back. It was a perfectly pleasant trip, with a very impressive thunderstorm, but I just don't think I'll be waxing lyrical about it 6 months down the line.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 14, 2008 from Alleppey, India
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Sun, sand and Swedes

Kovalam, India


Back to the beach. Hooray. After winding our way inland since Goa, we've returned to the Arabian Sea and Varkala, a rather pleasant, albeit tourist-heavy clifftop resort near the southern tip of India. But a nice place to spend a couple of days - had breakfast this morning watching dolphins frolicking in the surf, followed by a long stroll along the cliff and an afternoon swim. And just about to go and meet up with a 19 and 21-year-old pair of Swedish sisters courtesy of my smooth-talking Londoner roommate Gary. The ugly one looks like Helena Christensen. So all-in-all a pretty good day really.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 16, 2008 from Kovalam, India
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Niceness

Madurai, India


Left Varkala with some disappointment this morning (not just caused by the Swedes) for another long drive. Headed for Cape Comorin, which is the most southerly point in India. Lonely Planet says it's the Blackpool of India, but there was no rollercoaster, no knotted hankies, no donkeys and no penny arcades. Most disappointing. Not even a big plaque saying "this is the most southerly point in India", so couldn't even take the obligatory photo. Well I did, and will just have to photoshop a sign in later.

Anyway, we had the option of overnighting there or rolling on to Madurai, and the group took about 5 minutes to agree that we'd rather spend a night in Basra than Cape Comorin, so on we went.

It's tempting in India to reckon that everyone just wants to extort rupees out of you, but actually there is an underlying friendliness to the people here. We got into Madurai at 7pm without having booked ahead, and the first couple of hotels were fully booked. I explained our predicament to a local guy who first offered directions to a couple of hotels, then offered to get in the truck and come with us. While on board he phoned a couple of his mates and got them on the case, calling and visiting various hotels to see if they had room. After a while he decided it was impractical to be driving the big truck around the narrow streets, so told us to park up while he went off scouting on a motorbike. 20 mins later he returned and led us to a perfectly acceptable hotel. And was there again in the morning to take a couple of our group round the local temple. And didn't want any payment. What a man. This one's for you Charles.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 18, 2008 from Madurai, India
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Drivers Reunited

Tiruchchirappalli, India


Trichy. Famous for a couple of temples. And for having the loudest sodding buses in the world. Our hotel was right near a major road and the sound of rumbling diesel engines and air horns was incessant. In the end my roommate Gary and I barricaded ourselves in our room armed with a bottle of rum, some pineapple juice, a few beers and some travel iPod speakers, a combination that did a marvellous job at blotting out the din. Though the 6am wake-up call the following morning was painful.

But at least driver Dan is a happy man. We've finally been reunited with co-driver Jim and the transmission part sent from the UK 3 weeks ago, he was in an air-con room, and Chelsea were playing on ESPN. Happy days.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 19, 2008 from Tiruchchirappalli, India
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Vive la France

Pondicherry, India


As the tour winds its way towards my final port of Chennai, we came across a rather surreal outpost of France in the middle of India. Pondicherry is a former French colony that was surrendered by the French about 50 years ago, but still has a mildly Gallic air. I was sooo hoping to see Indians riding about on bicycles in stripy tops wearing berets and onions and smoking Gauloises, but sadly the influence doesn't stretch that far. But a lot of the road signs are French, and a few people were shouting Bonjour at the truck as we drove through. But there's not a great deal to see here, so just a one night stop.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 20, 2008 from Pondicherry, India
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Rain. Lots of it.

Mamallapuram, India


Ugh, Sod's law. Arrive in Mamallapuram to the best accommodation of the trip, complete with swimming pool and a beach, only for it to be like an April day in England. It's been raining for about 5 hours now. Nice little town though, with a noticeable and welcome absence of horns being blared. It's a world heritage site due to the presence of an intricately carved Stone temple dating from the 700s. Well, it was intricately carved but 1300 years of weathering and the 2004 tsunami have turned it into more of an amorphous Stone blob, but it's nonetheless impressive. Though the fact that I found the clean, 20m hotel pool more impressive either means I'm a cultural heathen or am in severe need of some exercise/peace! Or possibly both.

Anyway, starting to turn my thoughts to China now, where I will find myself deposited in less than 48 hours. Goodbye curry, hello sweet and sour dachshund.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 21, 2008 from Mamallapuram, India
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End of Chapter 1

Chennai, India


Here endeth the first lesson. We rolled into Chennai this morning on another very wet day, and that marks the end of this leg of the truck's circumnavigation of India, and also the end of my stay here. There is absolutely nothing of interest to say about Chennai (even the ever-optimistic Lonely Planet says it's dull as ditchwater) so I'll save my musings for the whole Indian experience instead.

A few people told me before I arrived that India was like Marmite - you either love it or hate it. I wouldn't say that I was at either end of those extremes, but it is a difficult country to enjoy, especially if like me, you're not religiously or spiritually inclined. The infrastructure is poor, there appears to be no semblance of order to anything, and yet in spite of that the bureaucracy is overwhelming. Perhaps most frustratingly they don't seem to attach any great value to their culture and history. I'm sure they do, and I'm just measuring it by Western standards, but it's a shame to see so much litter, pollution, sewage and the like everywhere. One of their major problems is that the population is growing faster than the country can support (half a billion more people in the last 50 years) and it's hard to see them becoming a global superpower (as seems to be frequently predicted) until they can address that.

On the plus side, the food has been great, the prices are fantastic if you're a Westerner, and the people are unfailingly friendly, generous and optimistic. It won't be a country I'll rush back to, but I'm glad I came. Now to tackle the other emerging superpower, China.

permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 22, 2008 from Chennai, India
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A new frontier

Beijing, China


Arriving in Beijing Airport, the contrast with India couldn't have been more stark. The place positively reeked of cleanliness, efficiency and modernity. Even the tarmac in the car park was gleaming and I didn't see one piece of litter or cigarette butt anywhere. Admittedly this is an airport that was built for the Olympics so is brand spanking new, but it was still impressive. As was the fact that people seem to actually understand the Highway Code out here, a phenomenon I haven't experienced in the last 7 weeks!

Unfortunately, another contrast with India is that it's dropped about 20 degrees in temperature, so have had to dig the fleece out of my rucksack. Think my carefully manufactured tan is going to disappear very rapidly.

Wandered around the Forbidden City today, the best preserved area in the whole of China, where the rulers of the Ming and Qing dynasties spent their time, only venturing outside its walls when absolutely necessary. It's beautifully preserved and hugely impressive. Had planned to go to Tiananmen Square afterwards but it was 5pm by the time I'd finished looking round, so will do that tomorrow instead.

But so far, so good.



permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 24, 2008 from Beijing, China
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Peking luck

Beijing, China


Sod's law. Manage to get round India for 7 weeks with only a couple of minor skirmishes with Delhi Belly, then get struck down within a couple of days of getting to China! And pick up a damn cold to boot. And met up with my new tour group for the next 3 weeks and find I'm rooming with a 50-year-old gay Californian whose snoring actually shakes the bed! But other than that it's all good!

Had a look round the Olympic stadia a couple of days ago and the Bird's Nest stadium is fantastic. Also went to see Tiananmen Square which is just, erm, a very big square. With a lot of CCTV cameras. And had a 2 hour drive outside of Beijing yesterday to climb about a million steps (or so it seemed) to get up to the Great Wall and then climb along it. It's hard enough to get to, so building the thing is a pretty impressive achievement. But it was a beautiful autumnal day and the views were fantastic. And followed that up with a trip to the theatre to see 'The Legend of Kung Fu'' which was part fictional story, part acrobatics and part kung fu, and was actually highly entertaining.

Now off for some Peking duck and then it's the night train to Xian.



permalink written by  phileasdogg on October 26, 2008 from Beijing, China
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