ANNETTE'S TRAVELS: INDIA 2011 - MYSORE AND MANGALORE
On January 23rd the hotel driver took us down the mountains from Ooty to Mysore. It was an enjoyable drive with lovely scenery. There were many switchbacks, but the weather was perfect, the road was good, and the traffic was light. When we completed the descent, we passed through a game preserve and were disappointed when no elephants appeared.
Mysore is a lovely city with many trees and buildings dating from the days of the Maharajas. Wealthy rulers of the most prosperous princely state apart from Hyderabad, the Maharajas were great patrons of the arts and architecture, and created many palaces, churches, temples and gardens. Although Mysore joined India at independence, this legacy of the Maharajas is still very much in evidence today.
Beautiful Downtown Building, Mysore
Jaganmohan Palace, Mysore
Our hotel, the Pai Vista, was a modern four-star hotel with
several restaurants and coffee shops. One of the restaurants, the
Jungle, was decorated to resemble the jungle at night. It captured the
atmosphere perfectly: there were trees, flowers, birds, animals, areas
of darkness, areas with spot lights, waiters dressed in safari suits,
and the night sounds of the jungle. Combined with fine food, it all made
for a great dining experience.
On January 24th we visited Mysore Palace, built by the Maharaja
in 1912 to replace the 14th Century structure that was destroyed by
fire in 1897. We had a guide show us through the palace. Much of the
layout and design of the original were retained. Of its many attractive
features the most outstanding were the many doors beautifully carved
from Burmese teak, the two beautiful durbar halls for the Maharaja's
public audiences and private meetings, and the large ground floor
pavilion with the ceiling made from Belgian crystal and its huge crystal
chandeliers from Bohemia.
Entrance to Mysore Palace
Temple in Grounds of Mysore Palace
Mysore Palace - No photos allowed of the Interior
Looking Back Towards the Entrance to Mysore Palace
The next day we took a rickshaw to Tipu Sultan's summer palace at
Srirangapatna. The palace itself was not that interesting, having become
somewhat dilapidated since Tipu's defeat by the British in the late
18th Century. He was a Muslim ruler of Mysore allied with the French who were established in
Pondicherry. He fought four major battles until his final defeat -
attributed by some observers to his ally, France's, lack of interest due to a
preoccupation with what was going on during the French revolution.
Still, it was fascinating to be there and to imagine the events that had
taken place and were illustrated in the many drawings and paintings in
the palace.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
ANNETTE'S TRAVELS: INDIA 2011 - OOTY
On January 22nd we hired the hotel driver to take us around to see the sights. He was a good man whose company we enjoyed. First we went to a look-out point for the views, then to a tea factory (not operating that day), a tea museum, a tea plantation, and the botanical garden for which Ooty is famous.
As on almost every other day,
there was brilliant sunshine which made the mountain scenery look
particularly lovely. After dinner we asked for and received a heater for
our room, making for a very cozy comfortable night.
On January 20th we went to Coimbatore by train and then by taxi
to Mettupalayan, arriving late afternoon. We woke early on the 21st and
caught the train which left for Ooty at seven a.m. The narrow gauge
Nilgiri railway, a rare example of the continuing use of steam engines,
was built by the British between 1890 and 1908. It takes you up into
the mountains for five hours using a rack and pinion system to negotiate
the steep grades of up to 1:8. In the centre of the track is a third track which has
teeth for the train to grip and get traction from.
The Steam Engine
One of Several Stops to Take On Water
Ooty and the train
link to it originated to exploit the tea-growing potential of the
region. Tea continues to be exported today. Ooty, or Udhagamandalam as
it is now called, became a popular hill station under the British Raj. It was used as a much needed escape from the summer heat.
Tea Plantation
The train ride was very exciting, definitely a high point of the
vacation. Our coach, which we shared with six other people, was very
old, made of wood, and very small - we sat four to a side with our knees
almost touching. We opened three small windows on each side of the
coach and leaned out to look down hundreds of feet into deep valleys
spanned by railway bridges built by the British in the 19th Century. We
held our breath, hoping the bridges wouldn't collapse. There are dozens
of bridges as well as sixteen tunnels.
Looking from Our Coach into the Next
Crossing a bridge
Another Bridge
The mountain scenery
was spectacular. The train went very slowly, up grades as steep as 1:8
using the notches in the track to lever us up. We could almost feel the
train straining as it was lifted. Several times we disembarked while
stopping to take on water for the steam engine.
It was all great fun
made even more enjoyable by the perceived danger and the
companionship of the very nice English couple sitting opposite us. When
we reached Coonoor we changed to a modern engine and sped into Ooty in
no time at all.
Our hotel, the King's Cliff, was in a
charming 170-year-old building whose ownership had passed from one
British aristocrat to another in a card game. Later, it was owned for a
time by the Taj Hotel group before being purchased by a Tamil Nadu
owner. There was a beautiful garden, antique furniture, a glass
breakfast house set among the flowers, and wood fires in every room. Set
high upon a cliff, the hotel had lovely views of the town below. After
dinner a man came to our room with an arm full of wood and lit a big
fire. He insisted that we accept a hot water bottle. It turned out that
we needed it, as it became very cold in the night after the fire burned
out.
Breakfast Room in the Garden of our Hotel
Sitting Room of our Hotel
View of Ooty from the Garden of our Hotel
Hotel Coffee Shop
In the Hotel Garden
Hotel Entrance
On January 22nd we hired the hotel driver to take us around to see the sights. He was a good man whose company we enjoyed. First we went to a look-out point for the views, then to a tea factory (not operating that day), a tea museum, a tea plantation, and the botanical garden for which Ooty is famous.
View of Ooty
Ooty Botanical Garden
View of Ooty from the Tea Museum
View of Ooty
At the Botanical Garden
The
next day, January 23, we again took the hotel's car and drove down the
narrow road to the base of the mountains, then through a game preserve
to the beautiful city of Mysore.
Strange Vegetation Seen Throughout the Game Preserve
Saturday, August 18, 2012
ANNETTE'S TRAVELS: SOUTH INDIA, 2012 - ERNAKULAM AND KOZIKODE
We were disappointed in our day in Fort Kochin because our expectations
were excessive and also perhaps because our rickshaw driver was more
interested in taking us to shops - where he would get a cut from our
purchases - than in showing us the sights. We therefore decided on the
17th of January to go to Ernakulam. We thought it would be an adventure to go to a large city without having
preconceived notions of what we would be likely to encounter. As it happened, we were to have a fascinating day. To begin our day we took the hotel boat to the
main jetty.
View of the Harbour from the Hotel Boat
Main Jetty, Ernakulam
When we arrived, we asked a rickshaw driver to take us to the durbar
hall art gallery, somewhere to begin rather than something expected to
be special. The gallery was closed for renovation, but when we began to
explore the area we discovered that the famous annual week-long Shiva
temple festival was ending this very day and that by chance the temple
we happened upon was in fact the Shiva temple where in a few hours the elephant
procession would begin. We wandered about for a while and looked into some shops.
Ernakulam Food Vendor
As we passed what looked to be the open entrance to a small
hotel, I asked two children if they would allow me to
take their photo. They agreed, and one of the adults
standing beside us told me that a Brahmin wedding was being celebrated
there. Just then, people began to descend a staircase a few metres to
our left. As I watched them coming down, I saw that among them were a
man and a woman wearing garlands of flowers around their necks. These
were obviously the bride and groom. When I raised my camera, they
paused, smiling, to allow me to take my photograph. I felt greatly
privileged. They were gracious and welcoming as are so many in India.
Brahmin Wedding, Ernakulam
He was
in Ernakulam to attend the annual seven-day Makaravilakku
festival in the Periyar tiger preserve. He explained that pilgrims went
there because every year on the same day a bright light was seen
ascending three times up into the sky. He believed this was the work of
the god Ayappa who resided in the temple there. Paul later read in the
newspaper, however, that this was a hoax. Because the 200,000 devotees
bring in a lot of revenue for the temple every year, the state of Kerala
has allowed the festival to be held in the tiger preserve. To protect
the tigers, however, no lighting ha been provided. This year, after a
jeep overturned in the dark and rolled down a hill, the resulting
stampede caused 102 deaths. Without any lighting, the police were unable
to locate and assist the injured. Although a similar though less
serious accident had occurred some years previously, the state
government had refused to deal with the conflict between the temple and
the tiger reserve.
Our friend told us about pilgrimages
and festivals. Most pilgrims are men because women between the ages of
ten and 50 women are not allowed in the temple. They will light a flame at
home, but are considered unclean during their monthly period. Some will
not even cook at this time. Pilgrims fast for 41 days during the
pilgrimage he attended. They pray at 6:30 p.m., because this is when the
god is believed to be most potent and capable of answering supplicants'
prayers.
It sounded like martial music, with dancing that was stylized
to resemble fighting. The hypnotic performance went on and on, the
repetitions of the dance keeping time with the loud rhythms of the
music.
Soon, six beautifully decorated elephants arrived, one behind the
other.
The atmosphere was incredibly intense: obviously this was an
event of high significance.The elephants moved slowly down the field
and lined up horizontally, each standing with his mahout beside him.
Increasing
numbers of people were arriving.
With so many people in an enclosed space with only one visible exit, we became uncomfortable and decided to leave.
Musicians We Passed on Our Way Out of the Field
When we reached the road, we found it had been closed. Army
and police were in evidence, but there was no sign of aggressive
behaviour.
Musicians on the Road
We walked a few blocks to where the road was open and got a
rickshaw. The driver had to use many detours before he finally found a
way to get out of the area. Every street was crowded with people walking
to join the elephants. Not being accustomed to large crowds, we were
relieved to have made an exit; but what an experience!
Next
day, January 18th, we took the train to Calicut (Kozhikode), arriving
in the evening about nine o'clock, then going by rickshaw to our hotel,
the Taj Gateway. This was a luxury hotel with a beautiful swimming
pool. We decided to have a lazy day on the 19th, reading and drinking
diet Coke at the pool.
On January 20th we went to Coimbatore by train and then by taxi to Mettupalayan, arriving late afternoon. After a night in a hotel there, we would take the old steam train to Ooty.
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