Monthly Archives: October 2011

Bandhavgarh National Park

October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!

Grounds around Samode Lodge

For four days–October 26-30, 2011–we felt at home at the Samode Safari Lodge near the Bandhavgarh National Park.  To get there we drove 3 1/2 hours south from Jabalpur in central India.  The landscape consisted of large valleys and gentle rolling hills filled with many small fields of rice and other vegetables.  As we got closer the harvestable vegetation gave way to tall grasses, clusters of bamboo trees, large bushes and a few broad leafed trees.  The road, although narrow, was in good condition except for the last 10 kilometers as we entered the Indian national Forest and eventually arrived at  the lodge via a rough dirt track amid thick stands of bamboo and forest trees.   Not sure what to expect we were thrilled with the quality and presentation of a delicious lunch.  Our accommodations were equally special–large rooms, including two bathrooms–one indoors and one outdoors.  It was the perfect place to get caught up on some needed rest.  We swam, slept and had massages.

Diwalli celebration at Samode Safari Lodge

As the 26th was the official Festival of Diwalli, the staff was busy all afternoon making preparations.  Fireworks were laid out, hundreds of candles were placed on everywhere around the property, a special Indian meal was prepared, sweets were arranged on platters, everyone including staff put on their best clothes and we all gathered at 7:30pm for the ceremony, which takes place after sunset on the darkest night of the harvest moon cycle.  First we each put out our hand (women the left and men the right) and had a colored string wrapped around our wrist.  Then we opened the palm of the same arm, received a dollop of cooked rice and made a fist.   Once everyone was ready we all threw the rice, representing evil spirits, over our shoulder and embraced spirit of prosperity and good fortune symbolized by the string.  Immediately fire fountains were lit and crackers started bursting.  The children squealed and the adults laughed along.  We felt lucky to be included in this intimate family event, something that would not have happened if we had been at a hotel.

Gradually the adults drifted to the outdoor fireplace for cocktails and the children were taken in for dinner.  We finally ate at 9pm sitting amid candlelight beside the pool.  Although Mark and I were really tired, we were glad we had stayed and participated.

At 6am on the 27th we met our guide, Bacchi, and our game drive mates, Nisha and Karan Grover.  They are an Indian couple who live Baroda, a town not far from Delhi.  They had decided to come to Bandhavgarh for the holiday as Karen’s father died just three months ago and it is inappropriate to celebrate festivals for a year after a close family member dies.  We liked them instantly and began an ongoing conversation that lasted until we parted.  Karan is an institutional architect of considerable stature in India.  Nisha founded and works full in a school for deaf children.  Their family also owns and operates a large winery business in India.  Both very interesting people, they were also prone to much laughter and we caught their bug.  The five of us, Bacchi could not resist joining in on the fun, laughed our way around the park for three days.

The park itself was a bit of a disappointment for Mark and me as we are used to seeing many animals in the game parks in Africa.

Karan, Mark, Nisha, Bacchi & park ranger

The vegetation was tall and full and most certainly blocked out the siting of many animals.  During the three days we managed sitings of some animals that were new to us including: White spotted deer, Black faced monkeys, pink bottomed monkeys and Sambha, which are India’s largest deer.  They are a rich mahogany color and about the size and strength of our elk.  Very handsome animals.  However, our reason for coming to the park–the Bengal tiger–eluded us.

We went for 6 game drives during the three days we entered the park and spotted only the face of a cub hiding in the bush and the tail of another tiger as it disappeared out of sight.  Each time we were surrounded by 15-20 vehicles with 8+ people in each, all eyes craning to see, people shouting and moving around.  Bedlam.   Bacchi, was unhappy with these encounters and tried in vane to show us a tiger without a crowd around.   We kept up our good spirits in spite of our disappointment and turned our attention to the living creatures we could spot—birds.  We stopped the car to listen to many bird calls and songs and enjoyed the stillness.  Favorite sitings included: Changeable Hawk Eagles, Indian Rollers, Indian gray Hornbills, Rufous Treepies, Hoopoo, and a long, forked tail Drongo.

At Samode lodge, dinners were served in different venues each evening.  Our favorite was the forest glade.  A staff person, met us at our suite at 7:30pm and escourted us by flashlight into the forest.  The opening, shrouded by overhanging trees with lights hanging from different limbs, was beautifully lit by lanterns and candles, the tables were colorfully set, the cocktails were waiting and the buffet dinner was served with grilled prawns in the shell.  The side dishes were similar to the vegetables and sauces we had received previously, but they were served from large bowls onto our plates this time.  Always, the meal was accompanied by hot, fresh Nan.

On the last night we gave our thanks to each staff person, whom we knew by name, exchanged cards with Nisha, Karan and Yadu, the lodge owner, and bid everyone a fond farewell.  Our 4 days in the park and at Samode Lodge have been a memorable experience even without seeing a tiger.

Khajuraho temple sculptures

On the road at 4am, our driver made good time taking us to our unplanned next stop, Khajuraho.  Originally we were to backtrack to Jabalpur and fly directly to Delhi.  The flight was cancelled and our agent in the states rerouted us to Khajuraho for a flight with an enroute stop.  I was pleased as Khajuraho is the home of a World Heritage Site that I read about and wanted to see.  It had been nixed as Khajuraho was 1 1/2 hours further away and we would have to get up really early.  Well getting up early was no problem and our driver got us to the temple complex before 9am.  On the way, he arranged for a temple guide to meet us.  Everything went very smoothly and we enjoyed 2 leisurely hours visiting the temples and taking photos.  The temples were built between 950 and 1310 AD by the rulers of the area, called Chandelles.  The theme of the Hindu temples centers around the “Coma Sutre”  or Art of Loving.  There are 84 different positions for having sex, according to the book.  We saw many of them in 2-3 foot tall sculptures attached to the facades of the buildings.   The sculpting was lovely and well proportioned.  Some of the poses made us laugh and others grimace.  We could not imagine how one could physically execute some of the positions.  The temples themselves were well preserved and very lovely to behold.  Apparently, the Muslim invaders had not bothered to travel away from the commercial centers and the temples, 22 of them remaining, were left to be swallowed up by the jungle for centuries.  The British rediscovered them and began the restoration process–not unlike the temples at Angkor Wat, but better preserved.

We ate our lodge prepared, box lunch in a nearby shop and proceeded to the airport with plenty of time to spare.  Just as we pulled up to the airport, we were surprised by the arrival of Nisha and Karan.  We had not realized that we would be on the same flight.  It was fun to have a little more time with them.  Once in the waiting lounge we learned that the interim stop was to be Varanasi.  Why, we asked ourselves, were we flying all the way to Delhi and then flying back to Varanasi the next morning?  With Karan’s cell phone we were able to reach our agent in Delhi and ask if we could get off in Varanasi and spend an extra night there rather than go to Delhi.  He agreed and made a reservation for us at the Gateway Hotel Ganges.  As soon as that was arranged, Mark and Karan went to work getting our bags rerouted.  We probably could not have managed the transfer if not for Karan’s phone and help with the bags.  Forty five minutes later we said good bye again to the Grover’s and deplaned.  Met by a driver, we were in a room at the Gateway by 3pm.  What a day.  Finally on our own, we went to a nearby restaurant called Brownie’s at 5pm, had pizza and pasta and were in bed asleep by 8pm.

A day in Old and New Delhi

“Once upon a time Julia and Mark went to India.  It was a dark and smoggy night” ….at the Indira Gandhi Airport.  Our noses detected smoke, dust and a faintly sweet something…was it incense?  We knew without seeing that we had arrived in a different world.                   Mark Strate

October 25, 2011

Namaste!

Street scene in Old Delhi

The trip lasted 24 hours from the time we stepped onto the Cathay Pacific 747 in SFO and the time we walked off an A330 in Delhi.  It was 3:30 am local time when we dove into bed at the Imperial Hotel.  Up at 8, we met our sari clad guide for the day, Seema.  Her card said she was a Graphic Designer and an Art Historian.  She was clearly very knowledgeable about her history, art and architecture and was on a fast pace to teach us what she knew.  We were hard pressed to keep up with her as we wandered through the old Muslim city, Shahjahanabad, founded in 1639 by Akbar, the greatest Mughal ruler of India.  We visited the Jama Masjid, the largest mosque in India, took a noisy, dusty rickshaw ride in the shopping area and drove around the Red Fort.  The streets were narrow and totally congested with people, vehicles, rickshaws, motor scooters, protruding shops and an unbelievable amount of exposed wiring hanging from every building and draping in all directions.   Ancient, interesting and extremely noisy, it was not a place to hang out for long.

After we got away from that maddening scene we drove over the Yamuna River into eastern Delhi to visit the brand new Akshardham Temple Monument to World Peace.  The contrast was palpable.  A huge parking lot provided ample room for the multitude of visitors, the buildings were spacious, the landscaping lovely and expansive, the people respectful and quiet.   Stepping into the main temple was awesome, not unlike stepping into St Peter’s Basilica in Rome.  Every inch was covered in sculpted figures and design elements.  Seema told us everything was hand carved and individually attached to the walls, ceilings and columns by hundreds of artisans and completed in 8 years.  Mark is certain the carvings were machine-made because he could find no chisel marks.  and then individually attached to the columns, walls and ceiling.  Either way it was an impressive sight.

Humayun’s Tomb

From there we drove back across the river to Humayun’s Tomb and Mausoleum.  It was built during the mid-16th century by the Mughal Emperor Akbar in honor of his father.  It is a truly beautiful.  The main building and the surrounding landscaping are perfectly symetrical.  The materials are the red sandstone and marble common to Delhi, the lines and form are very pleasing and the whole scene made me feel peaceful.  It was not surprising that the builder of the Taj Mahal took his inspiration from this Mausoleum.

We arrived back at the hotel in time for the beginning of Diwalli, the Festival of Light which is held to honor Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth and prosperity.  It is a national holiday  that lasts for several days that combines elements of our holidays–Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s and 4th of July.  Family’s get together to visit; buildings are decorated with millions of marigold flowers, lit with streamers of lights in green, white and red; millions of candles are lit and placed everywhere; everyone dresses up; sweets are given to friends, workers and family and everyone has a good time “bursting crackers” they have purchased by the hundreds.  Indians think of the holiday as their new year’s celebration.  Anyway, we watched the hotel’s small fireworks display, had a salad in the hotel’s Italian restaurant and went to bed.

The next morning, October 26th, we were up in time to catch a 6:30am 2-hour flight to Jabalpur in central India.  From the airport we drove 3 1/2 hours south on surprisingly good, if narrow, roads to Bandhavgarh National Park and our home for the next 4 nights, Samode Safari Lodge.  Our accommodations were spacious and luxurious even though they were in the middle of a grassy meadow with a few broad leaf trees, stands of bamboo and bushes–rather un-appealing as scenery goes, but next to the park.  Our reason to come her was to see elusive and scarce tigers, if possible.  We arrived in time for lunch, which was most delicious–soup, salad and small fish entre.  We had the afternoon free to catch up on sleep, swim and have a massage.

Diwalli, festival of light

Dinner, we learned, is served late in India–8 or 9pm.  Cocktails begin about 7:30pm.  Since our clocks were off kilter anyway, we went along with the program.  As this night was the official beginning of Diwalli, the staff were bustling around to make preparations—placing candles everywhere, setting out the firecrackers, getting dressed up.  Because it is a family festival, the staff’s families were in attendance as well as the guests and the lodge owner and his family.   We were escorted through a sea of lighted candles to the pool side where the ceremony was to take place.   We were asked to stretch out one arm (right are for men and left for women).  A string was wrapped and tied around our wrist and our palm was filled with cooked rice, which we held until everyone else was prepared.  Then we flung the rice, representing evil spirits, over our back and embraced the string, representing prosperity and good fortune.  Immediately fire crackers began to go off, fountains were lit and the children squealed with laughter.  We felt like we had been included in a very private family event.   The few guests and staff mingled together and we met our game driver and guide, Bacchi.  He was quite pleasant, but unwilling to promise us a tiger.  Dinner was an all Indian affair with many little round dishes of different ingredients and sauces arranged around each person’s plate.  I cannot tell you what it all was, but it tasted good and was not too hot.  Bedtime was also delicious.

Waiting in Hong Kong

Good morning.

We have arrived at the Cathey Pacific lounge after 13 1/2 hours of head winds slamming against our 747.  Had interesting seats aligned diagonally along both sides of the upstairs cabin.  Each seat was divided by a pony wall that kept each of us totally separated from the seats on either side.  somewhat confining and not at all convivial, the space was well organized, comfortable and nest like.  When I wanted to sleep the seat slid into a flat, full length bed.  Two pillows, a blanket and my happy body slept for a solid 6 hours after a mediocre lunch and catching up on weeks of magazines.  After the intense and stressful last several weeks, I am ready to relax.   Mark, did not like the bed too well.  He could not get comfortable and slept only 4 hours fitfully.

Soon we walk a mile to our next plane and last let to Delhi.  At this point we just want to get the travel ordeal behind us.

Bye for now.  Julia

Map of India

Map of India