Sunday 21 April 2024

Risas lagrimas y cricket. India 2024

 Risas lagrimas y cricket. India 2024

Cuatro años de pausa autoimpuesta y relacionada con Covid en los viajes internacionales habían acumulado suficientes razones, personales o familiares, como para que fuera inevitable que volviéramos a mis raíces más temprano que tarde en 2024. Unos meses antes habíamos visitado a mi hermana mayor. en Florida y decidimos que necesitaba un cambio y solo viajaría a la India si la acompañábamos, así que cuando mi hermano (Pammi) nos invitó a todos, nos dirigimos a India en Marzo, cuando la contaminación en Delhi era menor y el calor del verano aún no habia llegado a su punto máximo. Después de la primera semana, cuando necesitábamos una manta por la noche, el calor se hizo cargo y prácticamente toda la estancia transcurrió con ropa de verano, mangas y pantalones cortos. La contaminación era relativamente baja, pero todavía insalubre en comparación con nuestra casa en Europa, y fue necesario usar aerosoles antihistamínicos para estar cómodos durante nuestra estancia.


En el tiempo transcurrido desde la última vez que estuvimos en India, los precios habían aumentado significativamente debido a que la inflación es alta, pero el estado de la infraestructura aún era peor de lo que cabría esperar de una economía que está tratando de llegar a las cuatro primeras del mundo. Hay mucha evidencia de progreso y de la guerra contra la pobreza, sin embargo, cuando uno se aleja de los ostentosos centros comerciales y los costosos complejos de apartamentos urbanos, todavía queda trabajo por hacer. Muchos de los barrios marginales alrededor de Delhi han desaparecido y los salarios han aumentado, de modo que parece que al menos en la capital la gente puede permitirse vivir. Las autoridades han tomado medidas para limpiar las calles de chabolas y personas que duermen a la intemperie y algunos esfuerzos para retirar los montones de escombros que solían ser la norma hace algunos años.


Habían pasado años desde que mi hermano, mi hermana y yo estábamos juntos, así que hicimos todo lo posible por estar juntos y recordar viejas historias familiares, a veces riéndonos histéricamente de los recuerdos de incidentes cómicos, incluso si los habíamos escuchado muchas veces antes. El punjabi puede ser un idioma muy divertido y, a menudo, no se traduce bien, por lo que contar estas historias en su idioma original fue un placer que no debe perderse. El festival de Holi tuvo lugar poco después de nuestra llegada y nos sumamos a las festividades de la zona, organizadas por la asociación de vecinos. Esto incluyó música, baile y mucha comida en un parque cercano y el habitual intercambio de color entre todos los presentes en la reunión. Habíamos comprado camisetas de un blanco puro especialmente para el evento y estas ya estaban coloreadas cuando llegamos a la fiesta porque con solo caminar unos pocos metros hasta el parque había que esquivar bombas de agua hechas con globos lanzados desde todos los balcones del barrio.



Holi

Uno de mis primos de Sydney coincidio con nuestra estancia y nos invitó a quedarnos en una villa de lujo en Goa por unos días, así que aceptamos y volamos juntos a Goa. Un nuevo aeropuerto muy mejorado nos recibió hacia el sur, pero el calor era insoportable. Afortunadamente, la villa tenía piscina, así que al menos era posible relajarse por las noches. El administrador de la villa había venido a recibirnos y cuando supo que Marisol era española, reveló que era amigo de un chef de España, y resulta que conocemos al chef y su restaurante que está muy cerca de donde vivimos en España! El mundo es un pañuelo.



El propietario de la villa nos había proporcionado un coche y nos había dado muchos consejos sobre bares y restaurantes para probar en Goa y esto resultó ser una ventaja. Uno de los restaurantes en los que cenamos se llamaba 7 Short and 1 Long dirigido por dos señoras. Cuando preguntamos por el nombre, era una referencia al código de emergencia para barcos y fue elegido por la asociación de los propietarios con el transporte marítimo. La comida era excelente, cocina de Goa, compuesta de carne en salsas oscuras y pescado fresco y gambas. Nos sentamos en una terraza al aire libre dentro de un hermoso jardín tropical mientras un músico en vivo cantaba todos nuestros viejos temas favoritos de los años sesenta y setenta.


El otro hallazgo notable fue el bar Mhambrey. Se destaca de lo común, en medio de la nada al final de un camino que termina en el río Mapusa sin puente. La dirección en Google es Unnamed Road, Khorujuven, Haldona, Goa. Nos dijeron que este bar ofrecía la mejor bebida destilada casera de anacardos Lavnechi Feni (para la erradicación de la tristeza incurable) y su hermana, la Goan Urrak, también hecha de anacardos. Llegamos y encontramos el bar cerrado, aunque nos habían asegurado que estaría abierto cuando llegáramos allí.

Esperamos.


Pasó media hora y ya estaba oscureciendo cuando nuestra fuente sugirió que llamáramos a un número de teléfono que estaba en la puerta lateral. El dueño vivía cerca y vino inmediatamente a abrir. Pedimos ambas bebidas para comparar los sabores y venían con chiles frescos que nos dijeron que revolviéramos brevemente en la bebida. Cuando revolvíamos los chiles, una nube del aroma más picante se elevaba del líquido. Era imposible tomar un sorbo de la bebida sin contener totalmente la respiración, a lo que requirió algunos intentos para acostumbrarse.

Las bebidas estaban bien sin mas, tenían un sabor picante y ahumado, pero todo el proceso y la ceremonia fueron inolvidables. Mientras la oscuridad descendía a nuestro alrededor, disfrutamos del cálido efecto de estos cócteles de anacardos en circunstancias muy inusuales. Al estar fuera de la ruta turística, las bebidas también eran ridículamente baratas y dejamos una gran propina para compensar.



Antes de tomar el vuelo de regreso a Delhi, tuvimos tiempo suficiente para pasar por la zona de Old Goa y visitar las dos iglesias icónicas, que ahora forman parte del Patrimonio Mundial. Era un día muy caluroso y soleado. Aunque las iglesias estaban justo al otro lado de la calle, todavía era tentador subirse a un automóvil para recorrer los cincuenta metros porque hacía mucho calor. Las iglesias y sus interiores habían tenido mejores días, pero tenían algo de ese encanto del viejo mundo.


De regreso a Delhi caímos en la rutina de visitar por la mañana un centro comercial, mercado o monumento de interés, seguido de una buena comida y una hora de descanso para escapar del calor y luego el partido de cricket nocturno de la IPL, la competicion más publicitado y rico del calendario de cricket. En la categoría de compras había hasta diez grandes centros comerciales a quince minutos en coche de la casa de Pammi en Gurgaon. Descubrimos lo barato que era Uber para desplazarse localmente. En la categoría de comida, disfrutamos tanto en la cadena Haldiram como en los elegantes restaurantes de la ciudad, y no menos importante la brillante cocina diaria del cocinero que nuestros anfitriones habían contratado. Los monumentos incluían el templo sij Bangla Sahib y el cercano Ugrasen Bauli. Este último es una fuente de agua de la época mogul cuidadosamente escondida en el corazón de Delhi y aún desconocida para turistas y taxistas. En la antigüedad, el "bauli" era un depósito de agua muy parecido a una piscina pública al aire libre, con maravillosas paredes y escaleras que subían y bajaban por todos lados.

Camera Museum

Ugrasen Bauli

Entre toda esta actividad tambien hubo algunos momentos tristes y solemnes. Los lazos familiares dictaban que los miembros que habían partido de esta vida en los años en los que no habíamos podido viajar necesitaban ser recordados y afligidos. Una parte muy importante de pertenecer a una red familiar más amplia. Participamos en oraciones, muchos abrazos y algunas lágrimas. Consideren orar por mi familia y ayudar a que la tristeza se dispeje y que las personas emerjan a un estado de ánimo nuevo y más feliz.


Pronto llegó el momento de hacer las maletas y emprender los largos vuelos a casa. Pero no sin un ataque de última hora del Delhi Belly que pasó factura (no entremos en detalles), pero en poco tiempo devolvió mi peso al nivel previo a la llegada a India.


Quiso la suerte que nuestro vuelo a Delhi Frankfurt fuera operado por Air India. Últimamente, esta aerolínea ha estado gastando mucho dinero en aviones nuevos y bajo los nuevos propietarios (Tata), han estado en una campaña de marketing para atraer a clientes que durante mucho tiempo han sufrido problemas de mala gestión y mantenimiento. Sin embargo, si nos atenemos a nuestra experiencia de vuelo, todavía no han mejorado lo suficiente. Nuestros asientos tenían todo mal. Los cinturones de seguridad se resbalaban cuando estaban en uso, los respaldos estaban rígidos hasta el punto de pensar que estaban atascados, los reposapiés estaban rotos y, para colmo, el sistema de entretenimiento a bordo se había fallado y se había negado a funcionar durante todo el vuelo. Esto significó que tuvimos mucho tiempo para hablar entre nosotros. Afortunadamente, la señora del asiento de al lado también tuvo el mismo problema y empezamos a hablar. Era de origen alemán y viajaba sola y vestía la ropa típica sij para mujeres de origen religioso ortodoxo, incluido un turbante.


Ella me dijo "Sat sri akal" tan pronto como se sentó. “He estado casada con un Sirdar (hombre sij) durante 40 años”, se ofreció cuando le pregunté cortésmente. Nos presentamos con “oh, aquí Marisol ha estado casada con un Sirdar durante 50 años”. Hablamos un rato sobre las habituales preguntas de curiosidad y luego, cuando después del almuerzo llegó el momento de tomar una siesta, sacó un libro de oraciones sij en punjabi y comenzó a leer. Más tarde explicó que había estudiado el idioma y sabía leer, escribir y hablar.


Finalmente tomamos un vuelo de Frankfurt a Bilbao, donde nos recogieron para el corto viaje a casa.


Laughs tears and cricket. India 2024

 Laughs tears and cricket. India 2024

Four years of Covid related and self imposed break from international travel had accumulated enough reasons, personal or familiar, that it was inevitable that we would return to my roots sooner rather than later in 2024. A few months earlier we had visited my elder sister in Florida and decided that she needed a change and would only travel to India if we were to accompany her, so when my brother (Pammi) invited us all over, we made our way at a time when the pollution in Delhi was likely to be less and the heat of the summer still not at its highest, in March. As it was after the first week or so when we required a cover at night, the warmth took over and virtually the whole stay was in summer clothes with short sleeves and pants. The pollution on the other hand, was relatively low but still unhealthy compared with our home in Europe, and it was necessary to use antihistamine sprays to be comfortable during our stay. 


In the time elapsed since we were last here, the prices had risen significantly as inflation is high, but the state of the infrastructure was still worse than one would expect from an economy which is trying to get to the top four in the world. There is much evidence of progress and the war against poverty, however when one gets away from the glitzy malls and the expensive urban apartment complexes, there is still work to be done. Many of the shanty towns around Delhi have now gone and salaries have risen so that it appears that at least in the capital the people can afford to live. The authorities have taken steps to clear the streets of shanties and people sleeping rough and some effort to remove piles of rubble which used to be the norm some years ago.

It had been years since my brother, sister and I had been together, so we made every effort to be together and recall old family stories, sometimes laughing hysterically at the expense of comic incidents even if we had heard them many times before. Punjabi can be a very funny language and often does not translate well, so telling these stories in their original wording was a treat not to be missed. The festival of Holi took place soon after our arrival and we joined the festivities in the area organised by the residents association. This included music dancing and lots of food in a park nearby and the usual smearing of colour on everyone at the gathering. We had bought pure white t-shirts specially for the event and these were already coloured by the time we got to the party because just walking the few meters to the park needed to dodge water bombs made from balloons launched from every balcony in the neighbourhood.

One of my cousins from Sydney came over and invited us to stay at a luxury villa in Goa for a few days so we accepted and we flew together to Goa. A new much improved airport welcomed us south, but the heat was unbearable. Luckily the villa had a swimming pool so at least it was possible to chill in the evenings. The administrator of the villa had come over to welcome us and when he learnt that Marisol was Spanish, he revealed that he was friends with a chef from Spain, and as it turns out we know the chef and his restaurant which is very close to where we live in Spain! It is a small world.


The owner of the villa had provided us with a car and had given us plenty of pointers to bars and restaurants for us to try in Goa and this turned out to be a bonus. One of the restaurants we dined at was called the 7 Short and 1 Long run by two ladies. When we enquired about the name, it was a reference to the emergency code for ships and was chosen because of the association of the owners with shipping. The food was excellent Goan cuisine, consisting of meat in dark sauces and fresh fish and prawns. We sat on an outdoor terrace within a beautiful tropical garden while a live musician sang all our old favourites from the sixties and seventies.



TThe other notable find was the Mhambrey bar. It stands out from the ordinary, in the middle of nowhere at the end of a road which terminates at the Mapusa river with no bridge. The address on Google is Unnamed Road, Khorujuven, Haldona, Goa. We were told that this bar provided the best cashew Lavnechi Feni (for the eradication of incurable sadness) home distilled drink and its sister the Goan Urrak, also made from cashew nuts. We arrived to find the bar closed although we had been assured that it would be open by the time we got there. 

We waited.




A half hour went by and it was getting dark when our source suggested we call a phone number on the side door. The owner lived nearby and immediately came to open. We ordered both drinks to compare the tastes and they came with fresh chillies which we were told to stir briefly in the drink. When we stirred the chillies a cloud of the most pungent aroma rose from the liquid. It was impossible to sip the drink without totally holding one’s breath, which took some attempts to get used to.


The drinks were ok, they had a hot and smokey taste, but the whole process and the ceremony was unforgettable. As the dark descended around us, we enjoyed the warm glow of these cashew nut cocktails in very unusual circumstances. Being off the tourist trail, the drinks were ridiculously cheap too, and we left a large tip to compensate.


Before taking the flight back to Delhi we had enough time to drop in on the Old Goa area and visit the two iconic churches, which are now part of World Heritage. It was a very hot and sunny day. Even though the churches were just across the road from each other, it was still tempting to get into a car to drive the fifty yards because it was so hot. The churches and their interiors had seen better days but they had some of that old world charm.


Back in Delhi we fell into a routine of morning visit to a shopping mall, market or monument of interest, followed by a good meal and an hour of escape from the heat and then the evening cricket game of the IPL, the most hyped and rich competition of the cricketing calendar. In the shopping category there were as many as ten huge malls within a fifteen minutes drive from Pammi’s home in Gurgaon. We discovered how cheap Uber was to get around locally. In the  food category we pigged out on local food at both the Haldiram chain and also at swanky restaurants around town, and not least the brilliant daily cooking of the cook that our hosts had engaged. The monuments included the Sikh temple Bangla Sahib and the close by Ugrasen Bauli, the latter being a water feature from the Mughal days neatly hidden in the heart of Delhi and still unknown to tourists and taxi drivers. The `bauli` in the old times was a water storage much like an open air public swimming pool with wonderful walls with stairs leading up and down on all sides.


In between there were a few sad and solemn moments. Family ties dictated that the members which had departed this life in the years when we had not been able to travel needed to be remembered and grieved. A very important part of belonging to a wider family network. A few prayers, lots of hugs and a few tears were shed. Please consider praying for my family and help the sadness dissipate and for people to emerge into a new and happier frame of mind.


Soon it was time to pack our bags and make the long flights home. But not before a last minute attack of the Delhi Belly which took its toll (let's not get into any details), but in a short time returned my weight to pre India level.

As luck would have it, our Delhi Frankfurt flight was operated by Air India. Lately this airline has been splashing out on a lot of new planes and under the new owners (Tata) they have been on a marketing campaign to attract customers long suffering from bad management and maintenance problems. However if we are to go by our flight experience they have not as yet improved sufficiently. Our seats had everything wrong with them. The seat belts were slipping when in use, the back rests were stiff to the point where we thought that they were stuck, the foot rests were broken and to top it all the in flight entertainment system had crashed and refused to work during the whole flight. This meant that we had a lot of time to talk amongst ourselves. Fortunately the lady in the next seat also had the same problem and we got talking. She was of German origin travelling alone and was dressed in the typical Sikh clothes for women of orthodox religious background, including a turban. 


She said ‘Sat sri akal’ to me as soon as she sat down. ‘I have been married to a Sirdar (Sikh man) for 40 years’, she volunteered when I enquired politely. We introduced ourselves with ‘oh, Marisol here has been married to a Sirdar for 50 years’! We talked for a while about the usual curiosity questions and then when after lunch it was time to take a nap, she pulled out a Sikh prayer book in Punjabi and started reading. Later she explained that she had studied the language and could read write and speak it.


Finally we took a flight from Frankfurt to Bilbao where we were picked up for the short drive home.


Saturday 30 April 2022

La Manga and vicinity - April 2022

La Manga, Spain. 

Every year around October or November we get to choose a destination in Spain to spend a week or so at a government assigned hotel with full board for a very subsidised price in the off peak months between January and April. This year we chose to explore the area known as La Manga in the south east of Spain, which we were not familiar with. Looking at the map of Spain it looks interesting because it is a thin strip of land enclosing a ‘smaller sea’ which opens at one point to link with the Mediterranean. As in virtually all of Spain there are many nice cities nearby so it looked promising, however the Mar Menor (smaller sea) is known in Spain to be contaminated by decades of exposure to chemical waste from local farming and untreated effluents from surrounding towns. Never mind we thought, since we usually hire a car and go out looking for good places to see.


Mar Menor at La Manga

We arrived to find that our hotel was a good one, something not guaranteed in the subsidised holiday system, although it appeared that right next door, there was a ruin of a building which may have started out being the exact replica of our hotel, but lost its way in the economic volatility of the time of its construction. Our hire car was waiting for us and we lost no time in getting to know the thin strip of land which would be our home for the next 10 days. As expected the enclosed sea looked nice from a distance but contained murky stuff. The Mediterranean side of the strip was also not too exciting as there was a tremendous build up of sea weed along the entire strip. We were not looking to go swimming in any case as April is still cool for Spain.

Cabo de Palos

Lighthouse at Cabo de Palos

The town at the southern end of the strip, Cabo de Palos was quite nice in a fishing village kind of way and we visited a light house which was the only building of any note. The Sunday market sounded promising but it had closed by the time we drove into town. On the other end of the strip the only thing of note was a Venetian style bridge which was frightening to drive over because of the rise in the middle. In between there was kilometres of holiday wasteland mostly abandoned at off peak with a few permanent residents and the odd hotel full of holiday makers.


The Salzillo Museum in Murcia

Next stop on our list was the famous city of Murcia which was about an hours drive. The Easter parades were in progress and the city was awash with Easter paraphernalia and hundreds of chairs placed along parade routes, to be rented by public to enjoy the parade in comfort. Our first stop was the Salzillo Museum which houses some wooden sculptures, which are paraded through the streets of Murcia at Easter. Very impressive they were, enacting scenes from the Biblical history and we would see them in a parade later in the week. The statues were installed on platforms which scores of volunteers would carry on their shoulders during the parade. 



The Casino at Murcia

Next we decided to take a look at the Casino, which was high on the list of must see Murcia locations.  The Casino is housed in an old Moor palace and contains magnificent interior decorations similar to the ones found in the Alhambra and other locations in Sevilla and Cordoba. The Casino had a nice restaurant but they were fully booked, however they gave us the address of a nearby alternative which turned out to be great. We sampled some local dishes in a no-frills atmosphere at great value. 



Cartagena


The next day we got into the hire car and headed for Cartagena about 40 kilometres away, which sounded more promising because of its history which went back to Roman times. It was a rainy day and we started off by visiting the Roman amphitheatre, which had a museum into which we could escape from the rain. A tunnel connected the museum to the Amphitheatre which was a good size and still standing after two thousand years. The next stop was the Roman Forum a short distance away, however we had to invest in umbrellas on the way as it continued to rain heavily. A Chinese outlet in a lovely square with huge centuries old trees had what we wanted. The Forum too was thankfully covered and we were able to enjoy the archeological site frescoes and mosaics. After a nice lunch we decided to cut our losses and return to base because it continued to rain.


Marinera

Arroz Caldoso

Paparajote

Murcia region has some unique Spanish food. One of the best local dishes was a creamy rice known as ‘Arroz Caldoso’, which consisted of rice and seafood, a cross between paella and stew. We had it at various times and it never disappointed. Another dish went by the name of Paparajote – battered and fried lemon leaves. Also a delight were the Grandma’s artichokes, a tapa called Marinera, and a coffee called Asiatico, made with a liqueur to put life back into someone who had had a lot to eat. Dinner at the hotel offered a lot of variety of Spanish and European dishes. There was always lots of wine and beer available as part of our package but the wines on tap were average in general.




Cartagena


Over the rest of our stay we repeated Cartagena and Murcia and managed to take in the sights we had missed earlier. In Cartagena we walked up (the much easier elevator ride which we had paid for, was bust) to the Castle on the hill right at the centre of the city for great views over the area and lovely gardens with peacocks and old trees. At the Conference Centre (El Batel) we booked a table to eat on a lovely terrace restaurant (Eszencia) overlooking the port in lovely sunshine. 



Easter parade at Murcia


In Murcia we saw the famous Easter parade of the Salzillo sculptures which we had seen in the museum earlier in the week, and met up with friends who organised lunch at a very popular restaurant though we had no reservation and the tables had been booked months in advance.  


The Old Market at La Union


On one of the days we decided to look into a town which was not too far from the Manga which went by the name of La Union. It turned out the town had been aptly named for the union of several mining communities spread out in the area, which united to form a single administrative entity. There was a spectacular building which housed a local market in this town, which had obviously been built at a time of prosperity due to lead and silver mining business around the early part of the twentieth century. However I am reliably informed that mining in this area goes back to Roman times. So how did the Romans and later miners get their produce out? There was obviously a port nearby. A small drive along mountains of residue collected from the mines over thousands of years, brought one to the port that must have served as a point of export in the past for La Union and this port was named Portman. Rather than being a Anglo Saxon name, a little research shows that the port had various names in history finally being known as Port Mayn in the XIV century.



Alicante from the Fort


One of the days we decided to visit Alicante which is a large city about two hours drive to the north. Although we had been in Alicante before, one of our fellow explorers wanted to reunite with his brother Luis and his Brazilian wife and that was a good excuse to return to Alicante. It is a lovely place and its highlight is a fort on top of a hill right in the centre of the city. After lunch we took the lift (free for pensioners), which takes one in relative comfort from the centre of the town to the top of the hill. Spectacular views and a nice walk around the interior of the fort is a must for anyone coming to Alicante.


In between we visited a few sorry looking towns bordering on the Mar Menor, now in decline because of the contamination. On our final day we drove to Torrevieja, another town raised by the tourist boom from the sixties, an hour’s drive up the Mediterranean coast. The main feature of Torrevieja was hundreds of apartment blocks and a rather nice seaside walk. Apart from that it was also where Luis, who we met up in Alicante, lives and that was the main reason for going there.


Soon it was time to head back to our home in the far north of Spain and I arrived back home with a special gift. 

I was feverish and an antigen test revealed that I was Covid positive.

In Spanish they say that its tough being a tourist.