More Diving and India

Hard dives today, this is no place for the faint of heart. The swells are big and sometimes the currents are strong. The surface, getting in and out, is very difficult. Once under the water, it is somewhat easier. Still the diving is very good and if you are a diver it is a great experience. Both dives today were deep dives, over 75 ft., so our dive time was shorter but both were interesting and I really did not notice the shorter duration. Again, there were loads of fish and I was constantly on the lookout for fish that would remain still long enough to photograph.

Yesterday we decided that we did not have to buy our ferry tickets as was our plan and spent the afternoon loafing on the deck of our little cabin. It was time well spent as we have been on the go for over a month and did not take a break. So today was the day for buying ferry tickets. We got to the room after diving, did a quick turnaround, and headed to the port to purchase our advance tickets for the government ferry back to Port Blair 3 days hence.

We arrived and in typical Indian fashion the government ferry office is closed????? The Catamaran Office is open and perfectly willing to sell us tickets. We need information: what time does the ferry run, what time does the catamaran run, how much does the ferry cost, how much does the cat cost, can we buy ferry tickets tomorrow, and and and. Most of the answers we got were from a couple of auto rickshaw drivers. I don’t know how accurate the answers were but at least we got a close idea of what was going on.
The news was not all good. First the Government ferry office is only open 9am to noon and 2pm to 3pm. Since we arrived at the ferry terminal at 3:07pm it was not open. Tomorrow we are diving and we are unlikely to be able to make it then either. Then one of the drivers throws in that the only time you can make an advance booking is 9am to noon. They only open 2pm to 3pm to sell tickets for the 4pm ferry.

The information is as follows: Government ferry, leaves Havelock Island at 9am, 2pm, 3pm and 4:30pm, the rates for tourists are 250Rs for seat, and 350Rs for chair (the difference I still do not understand), you can buy tickets 3 days in advance at the ferry booking office at the jetty 9am to noon on the days that it is open; for the catamaran the tickets are 700Rs, 850Rs, and 1100Rs (again not sure of the differences in classes), they depart Havelock at 11am and 4pm daily, as best I can make you can buy tickets at the Catamaran office 9am to 4pm daily. I know this sounds fuzzy, but everybody has a different story, including the guys working in the respective offices, so it is hard to figure out exactly how to buy tickets.

We decided we wanted to take the 9am government ferry so we could spend an extra couple of hours in Port Blair and the only way we could see we were going to get tickets was to have our hotel book them for us. The young man at the hotel made one phone call and for a slightly inflated price of 400Rs per ticket we had tickets on the Oct. 27 ferry at 9am. It’s good to have connections.

T &M came to our hotel for dinner; we ate at Blackbeard’s Bistro. The food was as good as it was the first night we ate here and it is not that expensive. We do find Havelock Island costs a bit more than the other parts of India we have been, but this is a ‘resort’. We had a great dinner chatting with our dive mates. We get along good and the conversation flows easily from subject to subject without a pause. I’m glad that both couples that have been our travel partners we can now consider friends.

Hopefully diving tomorrow will be a little less strenuous, it is our last day and it would be good to have a relaxing one, but come what may we are sure to have fun. As for India, we were warned that this country traveled to its own drummer and it does. I’m not even getting frustrated any more, we just look for possible solutions to the problem and keep trying until we get something close to what we want. It is what travel is all about – learning tolerance and patience and to learn to think laterally and outside our own puny little box.

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Cough, Choke, Gag and More Fish

Another day on the dongee and with the amount of diesel we are inhaling we might as well be breathing Kolkata air. This end of India is pretty much unpolluted but we have found a way to maintain our carbon fuel exhaust intake even here.

For all my complaints of the transportation, the diving is great. T & M, our dive partners from Australia are good divers and we make for a compatible group. M came out of the closet today and admitted that his love of the water is not for the diving. He is a fisherman first and a diver mostly because T loves to dive. I think M still gets a kick out of diving because he can check out all of the fish that are available to catch. A bit perverse, but each to his own. T’s interest is I think similar to ours and she just enjoys watching the undersea life going about its day to day routine.

We went to the Dixon Pinnacles today. We were awed at the number of fish around the first pinnacle. Schools of fish that numbered in the thousands. We just laid there in the water and looked up in amazement. Found some more Nemo-like fish. A Juvenile Emperor Angelfish that was electric blue with circular stripes. A huge ZigZag Oyster. A den of shrimps ready to clean anything (the camera housing) that appeared in their vicinity.

Rest day tomorrow and we should be off to the beach. Might be able to get enough clean air in our lungs to prepare for our next boat ride.

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Dongee

Dongee.It is the water craft that we are riding in towards our first dive site. It is not for the faint of heart! Andaman Bubbles is so far a good operation. The only slightly sketchy aspect is the boat. It is a traditional type craft with a few modifications. Like the installation of a diesel tractor motor, which is exposed, loud, and smelly. The fact that we can dive out of a traditional craft is cool, I just didn’t expect it to be one of the originals. This ancient craft needs a lot of work. The floor boards are loose the gunnels are missing at the area where you sit to back roll,overall it could use a coat of paint and a whole lot of tlc. In the boat’s defense it has got us out and back 2 days, we still have 3 to go, hope things work out.

The fish are HUGE here. Like the ancient trees in Bhutan, there are some ancient fish in the ocean. Angelfish 3 times the size of what we have seen in the Caribbean. Sea cucumbers the size of small dogs.

Today we traveled 1 ½ hrs., in our dongee, out to the middle of the ocean to dive Jonny’s Gorge. The current was strong, entering and exiting the water was a challenge. Once down, we swam against a very strong current towards the gorge where all the behemoths were hanging out. Large schools of fish just hanging in the shelter of the cliff. We saw another huge eel. It isn’t a green moray but an undulated eel and looked to be a grandfather of an eel. Just a little bit scary. He could eat me in one bite!

Our second dive was just minutes away from the first and was called Minerva Ledge. Only 30 feet deep, so we stayed down for an hour. I love these shallow dives. The surge was fun – we just lay in the water and the surge moved us forward and back or side to side. I could get close to the fish to photograph them by just letting the surge move me closer to them. Most of the fish are different for us and we do not know their names. So far, they are called the black and white striped with white and yellow polka dots fish. Or the bright blue tailed fish. Or the bright yellow body with a long nose fish. We have to go borrow the dive shop’s fish book so we can get the proper names. We did see a couple of black and white ringed sea snakes. Don’t know their proper name yet but sea snake is enough to know that we did not want to get too close.

As I am sitting here typing my body still thinks it is in the dongee and it is moving side to side. I wonder where we will go tomorrow in our funny little craft?

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Here fishie fishie fishie

We woke up to a thunderous rain storm. The tin roof on our Bamboo Cabin didn’t help either. The thunder seemed to roll across the water forever. mmmm Is diving on or off today?

Turns out, it was on. Off we go in the rain (thankfully the lightning and thunder had ceased). There are 4 of us in our dive group, two Australians and us. T&M are quite nice, chatty and good divers. We head off to get our gear and then wade out to and jump into a dungee, The RockandRolla – a local boat that they use for diving. It’s a bit rickety, the diesel exhaust is nauseating, it’s very loud, and it’s slow. Our ride to the first dive site is 45 minutes.

We don’t really need to dive any more this week. Why, you ask? One of the first fish we saw was a clown fish in his anemone – NEMO!!! Then later we saw an octopus! A big octopus. I’m in heaven! And my new camera and housing are working just fine!

We ate Indian potato curry over rice and chapattis for lunch on the boat while we drove to our next dive site. It was a better lunch then we are used to on the Caribbean dive boats. Unfortunately, because of the cloud cover, it was a tad chilly (Mur’s comment: It was probably only 28C) – Debbie was shaking like a leaf while trying to eat.

Second dive – saw the grandfather of all green moray eels, tons of sea cucumbers and coloured fish galore.

We vegged out the rest of the afternoon, reading, blogging, loading pictures. We have to walk to Village #3 to post, so we won’t be posting every day.

PS – Sorry, no pics…Satellite internet here won’t handle loading the pics. We will keep posting when we can.

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Peace

We left Kolkata in relative calm. It was 6:30 when we left in our 6:45 cab. That shouldn’t have been a surprise as we received our 6:oo breakfast at 4:15. The young fellow didn’t speak English too well so details we discussed were slightly misinterpreted. I’m glad everything was early and we did not have to scramble for a cab at 7 o’clock.

At that time of the morning Kolkata is just getting going and we only had to maneuver through the beginnings of rush hour. I was a good way to leave the city.

The airport was a breeze. We had walked by the Jet Lite Airlines office yesterday. Stopped in on a whim to see if we could get our boarding passes and lo and behold they had a “city check in” counter. We got our boarding pass in about one minute, No ID or anything. That made the airport super-fast. There was no crowd yet, and security was clear. We were just 2 ½ hours early for a domestic flight.

Soon the islands appeared and we were in a tropical land. After a short very efficient effort we had our RAP (Restricted Area Permit). At the arrivals gate there was a fellow, Johnson, with our name on a sheet of paper. We had a ride. Man, that guy was slow. I could hardly walk as slow as he did and when he drove I almost dosed off. This is India? We had arranged with the hotel to have our ferry tickets bought in advance and the driver and car from the airport to the ferry came with the deal.

The reason for getting the advance ticket was the horror stories that are on the web about how hard it can be to get tickets, and what a scene it is at the ticket wicket when the tickets go on sale and that sometimes the ferry is sold out. We had made hotel reservations for the same day we arrived by plane. So, if the plane was on time we had a 50/50 chance of making to our hotel that night. Anyway, I do not think it was necessary to have the advance arrangements. I cost us 1200Rs for the ride, the driver and the tickets. We probably could have done it for 600Rs or less. The port authority now sells ferry tickets up to 3 days in advance. The advance ticket sale wicket is open 9am to 4pm (lunch 1pm to 2pm) weekdays and 9am to noon on Saturdays. (Don’t know what you do on Sundays) There is no scrum; in fact I did not even see a line up. You just walked up to an available wicket and bought the ticket you need. There are 3 sailings from Port Blair to Havelock, they are at 6:30am, 11:20am, and 2pm. There are 3 classes of tickets,seat (195Rs), chair (260Rs), and bunk (260Rs). I do not know what the difference in accommodation is but we had a ‘seat’, it was downstairs in a rickety old boat with only one small escape stair. Not the best as far as safety is concerned but anyone could access the top deck and if you could find shade you were much more accessible to jumping overboard should the need arise. The price on the ticket was 250Rs, I’m also a little confused about that but,c,est la vie.

We arrived at Havelock, there was calm in the world,and much to our delight there was another driver waiting to shuttle us to the Emerald Gecko. The Gecko is one of the more popular budget hotels on Havelock Island. It is very basic but nice enough. The big reason for choosing it wasduring our email correspondence with Nikhil every question we asked was answered and in a very polite and prompt manner. Anyway, even though our lodge has no creature comforts we are living in a bamboo shack on one of the nicest beaches in India. How bad can it be?

We visited the dive shop that is hooked up with the Gecko, Andaman Bubbles, and the guys are super. We are going to dive 5 of the next 6 days and it looks like it will be fun.

This morning we had basically missed breakfast, and for sure we missed lunch, so we desperately needed supper. Neither of us does well with no fuel. The Clown Fish restaurant is attached to the dive shop and it opened for the evening just as we had ended our dive reservation. We sat and ate. Indian food is not on the menu so; it was chicken and chips for Debbie and mushroom pizza for Mur.

The peace and quiet of the island is taking us over and the bed was calling.

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Kolkata Fini

Today is the last day in the big city. I think we have had enough. We have gotten a pretty good overview and the next layer is too big to master in a day or two. There are a few loose ends that need to be tied up.

First the heat. We know tropical heat. We have been to places that are hot. Here the sun is overhead and strong and the air is quite still and man it is hot. Debbie and I spent the entire day wet in sweat. We drank copious amounts and still didn’t pee all day. We both come back to hotel each night absolutely bagged. I think the daily temp is cool for the locals and no one seems to be complaining, but for us it is wearing.

Beggars. I can’t quite grasp the concept. If you actually gave money to each and everyone one who asked, either directly or implied, you would spend more than what you spend on food and lodging for the day. After reading the book ‘A Fine Balance’, and understanding that most of the disfigured people that are on the street begging were purposefully disfigured at a young age and work the street for a beggar ‘pimp’ I’m not sure if one should help out or not. Then there are the young women with a child in their arms or the lone kid asking for money indicating that they need something to eat. I do not know if it is true but understand that there is a living to be made by doing this. Frankly, I found both the women and the kids annoying and would not give them money just because of that. Last, I did not see anyone give any beggar money. We passed maybe 100 of them in the last 4 days and not one person, tourist or Indian, handed out a single rupee. For the truly destitute I do feel sorry, this would be a hard country to make a go of it, but it is impossible to tell the ones truly in need. In situations like this I admit I do lack compassion but after all the Buddhist training the past week you would think I should be somewhat more generous.

I have mentioned the ballet like flow of traffic on the streets of Kolkata, but a similar thing takes place on the sidewalk and with the pedestrians along the edge of the driving lanes. In Europe when walking along the streets the people have blank stares and walk undeviating along their line of travel. This is quite intimidating for North Americans and it takes a bit of time before we too can walk holding our line and not giving way to someone every 2 ft. In India the whole system flows. It is just like the traffic. When a hole opens up, a person is there to fill it. There is no intimidation, everybody shares the space. Every once in a while you might brush shoulders with someone but no offense is taken.  It is very comfortable walking here and I think it comes from a understanding that by the mere use of the space you accept the fact that you are part of a social network and you must share the space.

If you are Coca Cola and you don’t want to devalue your product but you still want to gain market share in a country where the people cannot afford to pay top dollar for a pop, what do you do? The answer, put Coke in a bottle labeled ‘Thumbs Up’ and sell your product at a discounted price. I am leery of  generic brands of cola because at home they are generally of inferior quality. I was at a restaurant here in India, and they did not have any Coke. The waiter said they did have Thumbs Up and assured me that it was very good. I was dying for caffeine so I gambled. It was amazingly good. I did not have my glasses on so I could not read the bottle’s label, but said to Debbie that I bet that this was just Coke with a different label. She picked up the bottle and read ‘bottled by the Coca Cola Company.’  Best generic cola I’ve ever had.

Last but not least, our hotel. What a great place. The Bodhi Tree, Boutique Guesthouse. It is in south Kolkata in Swiss Park. It is also an art gallery. The rooms are well appointed, clean and have loads of personality. It is really small, so you get to know the staff and other guests almost immediately. Off on a side street, it is quiet in a city of constant noise. The young man that is the manager, Santu Dutta, has been nothing but polite and helpful every time we have talked. The two fellows that seem to be in attendance 24/7 and do the breakfast have been most accommodating while trying to help out finding food that is within Debbie’s  dietary repertoire. We have been lucky the last few trips we have made and found a couple of ‘funky’ places to stay. The Bondi Tree definitely qualifies as one of the ‘funky’ places. I don’t imagine that it is a place for everyone, and for those that utilize 5 star accommodation I would think they would be disappointed but I would not hesitate to recommend this place to stay.

Good bye Kolkata, on the whole I like you as a city. Your people have been most accommodating. Debbie and I spend most of our time off the beaten tourist trail and we got some very surprised ‘what are these white folks doing here’ looks, but every time one of those people stopped to talk, and it was often, we had a good jaw and learned a lot. The people were, to a person, polite and I think very happy that we would take the time to visit their city and talk to them about our country. We had fun.

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Sights of Kolkata

Ranji Stadium is where cricket is played.  Cricket is big here and the stadium is a monument to it.  Seats 70,000.  It is more circular than a football stadium. Workers were preparing the field.  Cricket season is nearing, perhaps.

Indians bathing in the Hooghly River near the ferry terminal.

Bathing in the Hooghly

2 of 2 million people crossing the Howrah Bridge.  Porters carrying goods.  Men on the way to work. Women are almost non existent most of the places we walked.

Walking across the Howrah Bridge

The Mullikghat Flower Market is where yellow and orange marigolds are sold in chains. There are red hibiscus flowers too. It is so crowded that we can hardly get through the aisle. The colours are bright against the squalor.

Mullikghat Flower Market

Two bodies, the first one in a glass carriage on its way to be buried. The second one, wrapped and being carried by relatives, on a rough open wooden stretcher, draped with flowers. The body flopped around as they progressed down the street.

A man ran past us and jumped onto a moving bus.  He grabbed the handrail inside the open side door and swung his legs in.  It was quite James Bondish!

Commuters on packed on a bus

There are people napping on the side walk curb or where ever they can get prone. Don’t know if they live there but they are there and no one steps on them.

The ladies in their bright colored, wonderfully designed saris. Immaculately clean in a generally dusty, dirty, polluted environment.

Beautiful 19th and 20th century buildings built along grand avenues that haven’t been tended to since the British left, slowly, or maybe quickly, being reduced to a pile of rubbish.

People, people everywhere, for the most part going about their daily routine of making a living. There doesn’t seem to be any really poor people, everyone is eking out a few bucks from the system, but maybe we haven’t found the slums. The mass of humanity is probably the most striking vision to a westerner.

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Human Traffic Jam

Imagine, if you will, an average city street off downtown.  Add store fronts, up and down both sides of the road, that extend beyond the curb and that have goods on display right down on the road. Plastics, metals, wood, cloth, everything possible. Add about 6 large dump truck sized trucks carrying various goods. Now add 8 to 10 cars and as many motorbikes. Your imagined picture should be getting crowded by now.  Next add 10 bicycle rickshaws with trailer beds also carrying small and over sized goods.  Finally add as many people as can possibly be crammed into every spare square foot of space and then add some more.  Some of the people are carrying goods on there heads. Now cause all this to move in both directions with as much noise and commotion as possible.  Add Debbie and Murray into the middle of this human traffic jam. We were stopped, nothing was moving, not even the pedestrians. When we started to move we, the peds, all moved in behind a big truck like the infantry behind a tank. After 20 steps things froze again, and so it went for 20 mins or more.

If I do not experience anything else while in Kolkata, I will be satisfied.  This morning, we saw the city at its finest.

Motorized traffic on the Howrah Bridge

The Howrah Bridge extends over the Hooghly River.  We had read that about 2 million people cross the bridge every day.  We had to go have a look.  As we walked towards the bridge, we felt like we were swimming upstream during the salmon spawning run. We pulled over to the side once we got level with the road to watch the traffic.  There are four lanes filled with mostly taxis and buses flowing continuously. The volume of traffic and people was just astounding.

We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to cash our Canadian Travelers Cheques.  I will let Murray tell that tale.

We have never had any trouble cashing traveler’s cheques. Even though almost every website I have ever read has dissed them. I even carry them in Canadian funds and for some reason people think that is ludicrous, as they believe that you should only carry US funds. I refuse to pay a fee to convert money to US dollars and then pay another fee to convert to the local currency.

This trip has been a pain to cash our cheques. It started in Bhutan. We were with a guide in that country and we were on a schedule so we didn’t have much time to mooch around and check out all the possible locations to cash cheques. We tried one bank and they would not cash T cheques at all. The next bank would not cash Canadian currency cheques. I happened to open a US bank account when our dollar was exceptionally high so I had purchased some US cheques on a whim. The whim proved to be astute because we did not feel good about taking up too much tour time to check all the other banks so I gave in and cashed a couple of hundred in US funds.

Then we got to India, a member of the Commonwealth, so you would think that they might accept Canadian money. Which they will. It is just that the banks will not cash traveler’s cheques unless you have an account at the bank. We tried 5 or 6 banks and all had the same story. I was getting frustrated and asked the young man at the last bank we entered how in the hell a tourist is suppose to get money. It was not reasonable to expect us to open up an account but I could not cash cheques without one and I was running out of money. He said the equivalent of  ‘hang on’ and he made a phone call. He called a money changer, more specifically an international currency dealer and arranged that he be at his office so we could change our cheques.

We walked about 20 mins further down Shakespeare Sarani and after asking several people, found the location of Pheroze Framroze. It is not exactly a household name nor is it easy to find but I would recommend this establishment to anyone wanting to change some money. Mr. Bappaditya Roy, known to English speakers as Roy, was a great help and we cashed our cheques for a good rate with no commission. There was a small charge for taxes and holding fees but it was minor. After spending the entire afternoon being turned away at banks our steps were much lighter from the office of Mr. Roy to the metro.

  • Pheroze Framroze and Company Private Limited
  • International Currency Dealers
  • 212, Chandan Niketan, 2nd Floor, 52-A Shakespeare Sarani, Kolkata

The route home entailed another human traffic jam. We were on the metro at rush hour. Again we experienced how a North American’s idea of personal space differs from other parts of the world. There was nobody pushing from the outside to get more people on the cars as I have heard they do in Japan, but I am not sure you could get 10 more people on our car. As the train passed the south edge of the city center there were more people getting off then there was getting on a we could once again take a full breath.

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To Hell in a Turbo Prop

As we left Bhutan on the airplane this morning we popped through the clouds and Kanchenjunga was sunlit and majestic to the north of our flight pattern.

Landed at the dreary Dum Dum airport. First thing I notice is that the Kolkata folk do not speak English as good as the people in the hills. Our taxi driver had only a general idea of the area that we wanted to end up in. We made it. Right to the front door??????

We had got up at 4:30, missed breakfast, Kolkata was 30+C and so when we got here we were tired, hungry and way hotter than we have been in 2 weeks. We are in a new place without any knowledge of where to go or how to get around. We set out on foot and walk the 5km downtown. Quite an interesting tour. We crossed streets, a big accomplishment here. Debbie used the old trick of latching on to a local that was crossing the same street and following their path and cadence. Works like a hot damn. We walked by butchers and fishmongers whose stalls are a small tarp on the sidewalk. At least they had a tarp. And we passed several families living on the sidewalk with a tarp as a lean-to against a stone fence as their shelter.

Victoria Monument, Kolkata

We did end up going to the Victoria Museum and walking across the Maiden, a huge park and I mean huge. It took Debbie and me about 30 mins just to cross a corner of the park, which was maybe about 25% of the total area. No matter how daunting the first day has been I think we will soon get into what Kolkata has to offer and will begin to enjoy the city for what it is.

Noise, crowds, odor, heat, garbage and exhaust were the things that caused a major assault on the senses after leaving the quiet, sparsely populated, odorless, cool, and relatively clean mountain air environment of Bhutan. What a wake up call.

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Taps

Farewell Bhutan.

Karma, Debbie, Tashi, Murray, L and R

After saying goodbye to L&R, we headed up towards the Chelela Pass and onto the Haa Valley. As we approached the pass, we realized we were above the tree line.  This was the first time we were above the tree line during our tour of Bhutan.  The elevation of the Chelela Pass is 3,988 m, so we walked up the hill 12 m so we could say we were at 4,000 m. It was extremely windy at the pass and Karma (our driver) says it is always windy up there and in the Haa Valley.

Prayer Flags at Chelela Pass

Up at elevation, the trees are changing colours and it is looking alot like fall in Alberta. As we go up in elevation, we pass through a pine forest and then a larch forest. The larch trees were turning a wonderful shade of golden yellow.

The Haa Valley is one valley over from the one in which Paro is situated. Even though it is close to the airport it is rarely visited by tourists. It was nice to go there because the visitor infrastructure is not prevalent and the area has not been swept up with tourist mania. What we saw, I believe, is more what the average Bhutanese person lives like.

We are off to Kolkata tomorrow and will be sadly saying goodbye to Bhutan.  We have enjoyed our time with Tashi and Karma and our traveling companions, L&R.  We do recommend coming to Bhutan to meet the friendly people, watch the colourful festivals and take in the majestic scenery.

As we sit here doing the blog, the sun is setting over Bhutan and so the sun is setting over our visit. R and L have left, jetted out on Druk Air at 4pm, we watched the plane take off. It is sad to see our mates depart. Across the valley the monks are blowing their horns and I swear they are playing Taps.

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