Album for Cochi and Goa
KochinAndGoa
Goa was originally high on our priority list as we planned our itinerary months ago. When Roger traveled through Asia by bus in the seventies (east with Linnea, Brent and Barry; west with Delaney) everybody was going to Goa . You could take the Magic Bus from Amsterdam to Delhi for less than $80 and it was known as the Junkie Trail—dope addicts and hippies of various stripes heading for the cheap beaches and drugs of Goa. Everything you read and hear about it now is tinged with that nostalgia—“Goa is ruined. It used to be paradise” but that is the same thing you hear about everywhere. Apparently it has been pretty well polluted by Euro-Trash; probably some of the same people on the Magic Bus are still here. The newest wave is Russian, and we hear stories of all-night beach bacchanals and dope-crazed techno parties, particularly in the beaches in the north of Goa . The best travel advice we got was from Natasha in Alleppy, who recommended Agonda Beach in the south of Goa . Still unspoiled, she said, and she was right. We’re staying in a hut on a quiet stretch of isolated beach that has few tourists and just enough beach-side cafes and restaurants to make it comfortable.
KochinAndGoa
After the cool mountains of Munnar we took yet another bone-crunching local bus back to the coast to the old Dutch colonial city of Fort Cochin . We are meeting some very interesting people on this trip—and surprisingly few Americans. In Cochin we hooked up with three terrific Brits in their late twenties—Jamie, Peter and Man-yee (a pretty Chinese-Brit) who have been wandering around south India for about a month. They are on a pretty leisurely pace and enjoying themselves thoroughly. It assuaged some of the guilt we occasionally feel about not spending every waking moment running from temple to temple. Sometimes it’s nice to just sit in a cafĂ© and watch India flow by.
We took our first overnight train north to Goa, about halfway up the coast between the southern tip of India and Mumbai. It is the only first-class coach we were able to book in advance and it was pretty sweet. We shared the compartment with a medical doctor from Cochin on his way back to his job in Jaipur. We disembarked at Margaon station in Goa at 10:30 am; his journey continued for another 28 hours. We hope he found as charming companions as us on the remainder of his journey. As if.
Our newest best friend is Jes from Denmark , a charming and intelligent PhD student in physics. His general knowledge and insights into American culture are astounding. Maybe it just seems that way because we know so little about Denmark (we did score some points by acknowledging Nils Bohr’s contribution to quantum physics. We’re still not sure how we pulled that bon mot out of our arses.)
We leave south India in a couple of days on our only domestic flight, from Goa to Udaipur to begin ten days or so in Rajasthan. Like a different country, we’ve heard, and the travel will be more challenging from here on in. But until then, the beach beckons…
A few random thoughts we feel compelled to share…
In Agonda Beach , here in Goa , nearly all accommodations are beach huts. At the end of the tourist season every building constructed since 1991 must be completely disassembled. This leaves the beach open for Ridley sea turtles to lay their eggs. Next season, structures are rebuilt and the tourists return. Sounds like a lot of work since top rates are about $20 a day.
During the day, cows roam the beach. At night, pigs. Watch your step.
Indian trains carry 18-20 million passengers daily. At any given time, 6 million people are riding on an Indian train. How many rats? We don’t have those statistics.
Actual conversation:
Linda: “What day is it?”
Roger: “Wednesday. No, Monday.”
Our cheapest day so far- $13.53 at the ashram. Our most expensive- $105.00 on the all-inclusive houseboat.
On one tuk-tuk ride, our vehicle made contact with other vehicles TWICE. Yikes!
Indian traffic flow: I think of all the rickshaws, bicycles, pedestrians, trucks, busses, taxis, dogs, cows, and pushcarts as molecules of water flowing in a stream; they merge, they separate, they get where they’re going and somehow aren’t damaged in the process. I am ALMOST not afraid in traffic anymore. Almost.
For all the crazy driving we’ve seen here, there has not been a single incident of road rage, or even road irritation. The drivers are very mellow about their insane, no-rules driving.
We’ve been on the beach for 2 days now. I find that there are considerable stretches of time when my mind is totally blank. Meditation or stupidity? Who can really say?
We had planned to bring home charming souvenirs for each and every one of you, but so far we’ve seen mostly crap. Sorry. Are you interested in a Ganesha (elephant-god) T-shirt?
So far, this hastily-constructed beach hut has more reliable electric service that any other place we’ve stayed. Go figure…
Laundry: We have been washing our clothes in the bathroom sink with tiny packages of Tide. We considered splurging and having our wash done, but were advised against it. The locals don’t have washing machines and normally slap the soapy clothes against a rock (really). Friends who were in Mumbai (population 20 million) said the polluted shoreline is lined with hundreds of women washing clothes, including sheets from the HOSPITAL! If one of us gets sick, I’ll provide our own linens.
Did not realize how pervasive our American culture is. Over dinner last night, our Danish friend Jes discussed The Simpsons and Mad Men with us. Hearing that we are from Detroit , he knew immediately that the city was contracting due to population loss and that neighborhood farming was being discussed. The British folks know American music, TV, movies and politics as well as we do, and think Tina Fey is brilliant. At a restaurant the other day, we listened to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young sing as we ate. And we have seen way too many young Indian men wearing playboy logo shirts with their tight jeans. We didn’t have the heart to tell them they’re living in the 80’s. And many, many travelers from other countries look at Sarah Palin with amusement, horror, or confusion, just like us. So nice to meet kindred spirits!