Sunday, January 4, 2015

Day 15 and 16 Mumbai (Bombay)

Mumbai is a city that is essentially 7 islands connected by huge bridges.  It is clearly an international city and the economic capital of India boasting more millionaires per square mile than New York City!

On our drive from the Mumbai airport to our Oberoi Mumbai Hotel we saw the famous slums of Mumbai, where millions live openly under bridges and overpasses in makeshift dwellings of scavenged construction materials.  Nowhere in India is the juxtaposition of poverty and extreme wealth more stunning.  Our guide assured us that, although these dwellings looked very cruel and austere, they were in fact very clean and tidy on the inside. (In my opinion, our guide was delusional and somewhat prone to defend their way of life).   There are millions of people living directly on the streets (no dwellings) who had migrated from the villages in hopes of a better life. After seeing the villages and countryside, it is mystifying how these people could consider living on the streets of a major city preferable.  The guide explained that most of these people are members of the "untouchable" caste and, as such, were seeking the anonymity and possibility of upward social mobility of city life.  The caste system is against the law, but the relics still remain.
Slums in the foreground of city highrise

Close up of a woman in the slums, preferable to the streets
 This is a vast city of great unimaginable wealth and the opposite extreme of abject poverty.  The lucky ones find employment as hired servants to the uber rich.  Several privately run programs are in place to give some of the masses menial employment because there are no government social welfare programs.  This model tends to keep the servile class at the bottom and the rich at the top.  That, and the fact of their station at birth.

The laundry program picks up the laundry at the door of a wealthy client, then washes-irons-folds the clothes and brings it back to the door the next day.  We could see a huge area in the middle of the city with white sheets hanging on the clothes lines like billowed sails in a vast urban ocean.
clean white sheets....miles and miles of them




Another program is the LUNCH BOX PROGRAM.  This is how it was explained to us.  The well-to- do businessman leaves his home for work each morning.  His wife spends the morning cooking his hot lunch which is then packed in a unique and identifiable lunchbox.  This is picked up at her door by one of the crew of the Lunchbox program.  The lunch is placed on a train along with thousands, perhaps millions of other lunchboxes en route to the city and the businessman's office!  It is picked up at the train depot and delivered to the office by another of the crew.  This process happens each day begging the question, "Why don't the businessmen simply take their own lunches when they leave the house in the morning?"  Answer: To their way of thinking, they are providing yet other opportunities for the lower classes to "be employed" as servants to the Brahmans.  Interesting take on "noblesse oblige." 

Lunchboxes are loaded onto bicycles for office delivery each day
There is a hospital for the indigent, but they must form a queue outside the hospital doors in the morning.  The hospital accepts as many as it will take that day.  If the sick can't get in that day, then they must come back and try again the next day.  There are no federal medical systems for the vast population of indigent in this country.  

Highrise apartments for Muslims only

Unlike the Hindu majority of the population that cremates their dead in the ghats along the rivers,  the Muslims place their dead on rooftops as carrion for the eagles!  This is the reason they need their own separate dwellings.  Hindu is 79.6% of population;  Muslim is 14.2% of population; Christian is 2.34 % of population; Buddhist .77%.

The city has gorgeous architecture that was built during the English colonization and the reign of Queen Victoria.


Gothic architecture





It is noteworthy that we had to be searched and body scanned before entering all hotels and major tourist sites.  This is due to the many bombings that have taken place since the late 90's at the hands of the Pakistan terrorists.

The famous Taj Hotel of Mumbai that was bombed in 2006


Gateway to India


Upon our return to the United States, we were exhausted from the constant onslaught of culture shock provided by our stay in India.  It took weeks to be strong enough to write about the experience.  Now, looking back at the photos and thinking through the complexity of Indian society, it makes me wonder at their ability to survive.  It has been projected that India will overtake China's population in 10 years.  There seems to be very little governmental restraints on birth control Sidebar:  At this point the only visible attempt at population control seems to be in the voluntary sterility offered to the masses.  There is talk of abandoning this program because so many women have died of sepsis. )  The extreme population and the lack of education are contributing to the country's woes.  Sidebar:  There is no compulsory education in India and 20 percent of children never go to school.  The upper classes attend English speaking schools, a fact that gives them the advantage in procuring the top jobs.  Although the country has an affirmative action program to promote lower castes to higher paying jobs,  this program appears to be failing because many of the lower castes are not educated enough to succeed in those jobs due to the disparity in education.  There are no government social welfare programs or health care programs, a fact that perpetuates the "outlawed" caste system.  There seems to be very little if any industrial regulation which leads to the smog (air and water pollution) that is prevalent in both India and Nepal.

On the brighter side,  the poor do not seem to be starving and this is a mystery to me.  They live in what most Americans would consider to be completely unacceptable circumstances, yet they are industrious...even the thieves and beggars are industrious!  They are legion; consider 20% of 1.2 billion people that comprise the beggar/ thief population in that country.  Indians accept all religions and have many languages and vernaculars spoken by their vast population.  Hindus, Muslims, and Christians seem to live together with tolerance.  The Indian food is a unique art form, and indeed they make some of the most gorgeous textile art in the entire world.  The people are beautiful and cordial to Americans.  Their music is extraordinary and the dances rival those of African tribes.  In a word, I'm glad that we went.  I've learned quite a lot about the Indian culture; I've learned that there is much to learn yet.

Days 11 and 12 Mahua Kothi Game drives

Day 11 our first game drive:  



We left this morning for the game park around 6:15 and armed with a picnic lunch!  We were given hot water bottles and warm blankets because the early morning was brisk and breezy with the open jeeps.  I thought the drive was exhilarating and a respite after the crowding of the cities and highways.  The road leading to the park gave us an inside perspective on the working lives of the Indian villagers (many of whom were tribesmen displaced by the park itself).

The women tend the hogs.

A house, clothesline, and homemade woven fence.

The platform is where a villager sleeps with his crops and livestock to keep the tigers away!

The pictures below are self explanatory.  Although I wrote down the names of birds and animals that we saw, it's hard to match the name with the critter at this point.





Elephants are not indigenous to this area of India, but they are used in this park to help track the tiger!







The sun is setting and the owl is awaking!



After a day of tracking the elusive tiger (with no results), we were welcomed by a spicy scented bath complete with candles!

One more night in the beautiful Mahua Kothi dwellings, and I am really going to miss this place.  I think most of us enjoyed the game drive immensely, but we would have relished a day to be pampered in the beautiful lodge.

Sidebar:  When we stopped for our picnic lunch, we were immediately surrounded by a pack of feral/ starving dogs.  This was a most pitiful sight, heart breaking really.  I wanted to feed all of them and take them to a vet for worming and delousing.  (Why don't they delouse the dogs the way they do the people on the airplane?)  In fact, I got fussed at by the guide for sneaking a cookie to one of the female dogs who appeared to be nursing a brood.  So sad...so not like America.

Day 12 and 13: Bandhavgarh-Kanha and Banjaar Tola Camp

Day 12 is a LONG travel day with a new driver who does not speak English as well as our dear Yogi, and this might be a good thing for reasons that I won't go into at this point.  They told us the roads were tough with rough terrain.  Gene and I felt right at home after living with backwoods West Virginia roads.  It's still a relief to be out of the crowded and extremely polluted cities.

The accommodations at Banjaar Tola are basically "tents"  REALLY elegant tents.  We were warned to be escorted to and from our "tents" after dark and before sunrise.  Later, the guide informed us that there was a tiger sighting near one of the tents a few days ago.  Well, we DID want to see a tiger, just really don't want to be the tiger's dinner.  We arrived late in the afternoon so were able to relax a little before our dinner of mixed Indian and western foods.

Speaking of food, it was all very delicious.  Indians take great pride in their unique cuisine.  We were served by beautiful young men wearing turbans and bearing gifts of exotic Indian dishes.  We were served individually from each wonderful dish.  There are so many people in India that one gets the feeling that they really use too many folks for the job at hand.  We saw this throughout our travels.  Also, the folks who work for the public are beautiful, lighter skinned.  We discovered that lighter skin is valued over darker colored skin.  I've heard this said of the African Americans who live in America, too, although I don't know if this is fact.

The following photos were taken on the road to Kanha-Banjaartola and represent the most remote areas of India that we saw on the entire trip.

The dwellings were very simple and blended into the countryside


Women carry water from the river to their homes

The men tend the small vendors on the side of the road in the villages




Much of the farm work is done with ox drawn cultivators.  See the modern electric towers in the background.




a more pristine river that what can be seen in the cities



Transporting the hay
women laborers

We finally arrived at our "tent" camp and were greeted by the entire staff with cool fruit drinks and cool towels for our hands and faces.  Below are photos of our tent and deck.


View from the deck of our tent camp.  The river made a peaceful, babbling sound through the night.

The king sized bed



View of our deck
The day culminated with dancing and dinner in the bush!   Food was excellent, a barbecue.  It was very dark and rather hard to tell what we were eating, but it's a sure bet it wasn't beef!



Me doing my happy to be in India dance!



Day 13: Depart for morning game drive at 6:15 

Breakfast of tea/ coffee/ cookies/ and porridge with whiskey was served at 5:45.  I rather liked the porridge with whiskey!  Then we set off with our guide, the only female guide in the whole park, and quite a good one at that!

Our female guide soon picked up another guide (male) and we were off on our quest to find the Bengal tiger, King of the forest, and capricious star of the woods.  We soon learned that "tiger" spotting is much more about clues than actually driving around looking for the random stripes among the trees and vines.  NO, tiger hunting is a fine art of spotting paw prints in the sand and listening for any sign of panic from the monkeys, birds, and deer.  Our guide was a master at this.  We believed that she must be extremely talented to be the only female among this male dominated milieu.


Below are several pictures from the 4 game drives that we took in this park.  It is noteworthy that we never got a glimpse of the elusive tiger, only paw prints.

Tiger paw prints!  Alas, no tiger, although several of our group did see him.




Birds of a feather do not necessarily flock together

sunset


peacock


Ubiquitous silver plumed cockscomb




gorgeous parrot