Home Again

Back in the UK - not quite the heat and blue skies of India.   Nevertheless, a quiet awakening to the day with the dawn chorus of garden birds, instead of the racket of India crows.   Daffodils in tight bud, snowdrops, primroses, violets and crocus in flower.   

Things we take for granted - hot water and power shower.  Bucket and jug the preferred choice in India - water temperature variable.  We had a period of four days with only tepid water to wash with. When hot water was available, it was so good.

Taj Hotel  Mumbai

Aly and I decided on our trip to India just a few days before the terrorist attack in the Colaba district of Mumbai. Many friends were concerned given the situation.  I know the area very well and, like the whole world, was shocked and saddened to see the events unfold.

Our hotel is just down the road from The Taj, and it was wonderful to see that the building is restored (on the outside only?)  to it's former glory.  Colaba is as mad and bustling as ever - life goes on.

Since it was difficult to keep the blog up to date (well if you stay in a kooba hut and travel to the wild west of Gujarat, what do you expect?)   I will be posting over the next few days on visits to Dr. Ishmail/ashrak printing, Alimohammed/ bhandani and natural dyeing, and more.  

Like hot water, and many other things we take for granted, how easy is it just to turn on the computer and it all works?!!!   

Thanks for all the comments.  Carol - if I knew where I could get sari waste I would bring back loads.   I think it originates from Nepal.  Haven't seen any in Delhi or Mumbai - although there is probably a back street in Old Delhi and a godown full of the stuff!

A wander in Mumbai

Blissfully unaware, this cat sleeps through the noise of a busy street

Crawford Market

Any particular colour cashew?

Mangos

Fruit stall

Car park attendants hut

Scaffolding 

!!!!!!!

People

Aly had just left for the airport, so here I am in Mumbai

getting ready to leave early tomorrow morning.  We had

the most fantastic time, and it was great being together

for a whole two weeks.  So, here's some pictures of 

places and people we met on the way,

Aly and our car, with her precious case on top.

The stopover at the border of Rajasthan and

Gujarat.   The case made the journey safely, but

will never be the same colour again.

Aly and Ranju (as featured in Michael Palin's Around the World

in 20 years).   Ranju is a lovely lady, with a gorgeous textile

shop in Bhuj.   I've known her for nine years, and it is always

a joy to meet up again, especially when invited to supper at

her home for fabulous curries.

Students we meet in Bhuj - they wanted our autographs - how did they 

know we were famous?!!  They are studying IT so promised I would

add picture in blog.  Hi there.  The white person is me!

A weaver from Bhujodi relaxing on the veranda.  The mud jar

behind him is incrusted with raised mud work and mirrors

last leg

We are on the last leg of our journey.  Arrived in Mumbai

late this afternoon.   The hotel originally planned to stay

in was, to say the least, filthy.  So we are the Sea

Palace Hotel, in the same road, facing the sea, as the

Taj Hotel so much in the news in November.  It looks

fine from this end, will investigate further tomorrow.

Oh luxury - wifi, Applemac, soft beds and pillows, a 

shower that works, no more jug and bucket.   As I write

we are being entertained by a 'native band' outside.

After posting, we will hit the town - take a walk around

Colaba, then a cold beer, supper and bed.

I have so many things to post, but it has been difficult

in the extreme.  Expect lots of stories over the coming

week when I am home!

In the meantime, the boats I promised on the last blog.

Throughout the Little Rann of Kutch there are islands

in the barren landscape.  Imagine the surprise when

we can across these boats.   During the monsoon the

Rann in flooded, and the whole place becomes a

fishing ground for prawns!  Quite bizarre.

Part III

Bit of a techo here, it isn't on my Mighty Drive! Later!
Hmm.......viewed blog. Interesting spacing and font sizes, as here!

Found good Cyber Cafe, so tune in for more tomorrow

Little Rann Part II

The bedroom!
Gathering fodder for the cattle.

This does look meager food -more like lichen than grass

Sunset over the Rann
Well that was a bit of a catch up!
But I have found one more photo to upload!

Little Rann of Kutch

Opps, back to the Kooba again- this should have been our delicious bedroom!

Although camp beds, the mattress was stuffed with cotton, and the quilt

the same. It was so warm and comfy, just like a nest.

So why the Rann of Kutch? Well, it is a vast area, flooded during the monsoon, but now dry.

The home of the Wild Ass, actually they are rather beautiful, and very shy. Also salt pans

cover much of the Rann- about 70% of all salt produced comes from Gujarat. Flamingos,

more avocets than you can count, and the lesser Crane on migration from Siberia. Quite

large birds, who scratch in the dry scrub for seeds - the juicy inside is about the size

of a peppercorn, which doesn't seem much to sustain them.

The salt is dryed and gathered from the pans, and rather

like a 'black' ballet men pile the salt up, which is loaded

into the women's pans. They walk purposely to the salt

pile and throw. Then the dance begins again. Awful work,

and, of course, no health and safety. The women wear

gloves and socks, but I would think not too much protection.

Even driving through the Rann you are concious of the salt

in the air, drying lips and skin.

Salt pans

There is a really weird effect when travelling - you could swear

in the distance there is water, with many small boats. Mirage -

as you near it is the shacks of the workers.

Salt being loaded on to lorry