Sunday, 29 April 2012

Shimla Mountain Station - and welcome to the world, Esme!

Hello from the Himalayas! First thing to note - they're big. We've worked our way up through the foothills today by express train through the shallow bits and then toy train to gain 2000m of altitude this afternoon! Photos of the trains to follow in another post :)

We're in Shimla for 2 days - partly to acclimatise and break up the long 2 day journey from Delhi to Manali (the trekking hub in the Indian part of the Himalayas). But partly to take in the town that Indians honeymoon to and was the summer retreat for the Indian government, harking back to the days of the Empire.
Looking South, out of the Himalayas and into the foothills
How's this for a bedroom with a view?!
Absolutely loving it here - the air is clean and fresh, the pavements aren't piled with litter and there's a ban on car horns! (Indians honk their horn every 20s or so, as a warning of their presence - this is quite tiresome after a while). It's been great to wander round the old town, enjoy the views (even from our hotel room) and get out for a decent day trek at last. Down the mountain side, past forest clearances for polo fields (?!), through tiny villages with lots of schoolkids who all want to shake hands and to a beautiful waterfall. Manali promises bigger mountains and better views - we can't wait! 

Shimla Mountain Station
A treat! Eggless cakes
On our first proper trek of the trip - with crisps exploding at altitude!


We rounded off the day with some great news from back home, the safe arrival of Esme Beth Cope to the proud parents Chris & Ney. Congratulations guys, we couldn't be a prouder Auntie & Uncle. And to mark the occasion we had our first alcoholic drink of the trip! Cheers, Esme!

 
A very proud Auntie (and Uncle!)

Train-Wallah!

Five train journeys "accomplished" in India - and they've been so memorable (for various reasons) that we thought we should dedicate an entire post to them! Thank you to Dan and Kathryn for a unique wedding present which has ensured we have covered plenty of Indian miles! And seen amazing slices of India on the way.

Journey 1 - Delhi to Agra
So our very first train is booked for 6.15am - we have reserved ourselves into AC Chair Class - which when we board the train turns out to be very similar to an ordinary British train - with a bit more tatti-ness around the edges. Matt gently manhandled an elderly Indian gentleman out of his seat and into another. We are both excited to find that this is no ordinary train however - as a SHTDBI Express train and sitting in what is posh class we are treated to a two course breakfast of tea, biscuits and sweets, followed by an Indian pancake stuffed with potatoes and onions, followed by toast and mango juice. Very civilised. Arriving into Agra spot on time at 8.15 we are rather pleased with ourselves. Trains in India = easy.

Chai, sir?
Journey 2 - Agra to Jaipur
For our second train journey we have booked the best available seats, which despite being a daytime train, are in Sleeper Class. We board the train in our designated carriage along with the rest of the subcontinent, all through one end as the other door is broken. This is not very honeymooney - it is nothing like AC Chair Class - the corridor is narrow and full of Indians trying to get off and on at the same time, plus ridiculous amounts of luggage. And ridiculous amounts of children. Everyone is pushing and shoving - its chaos. We eventually find our seats and push our way down. Only soon to be surrounded by a very large Indian family (a couple of uncles, mums, plenty of kids). We are in a six seat area, made up of 2 x 3 berth high beds facing each other, folded up to make benches. 12 of us occupy it. Luckily the family are really friendly, and whilst not speaking much English we all introduce ourselves and manage a bit of a chat. We soon discover what all the luggage is for, when an enormous bag is opened up to reveal dozens of packets of foods - chapatis, chutneys, dried beans, relishes - all is pulled out by the mums and breakfast is served. We feel a bit ashamed of our biscuits and crisps. After five hours we make it to Jaipur. Very numb bums.

The crazy family we bunked up with

This is not a prison.
This is relative luxury compared to standard class!
Journey 3 - Jaipur to Delhi
This time we're prepared. We're booked in sleeper class again, but we are first to get on the train (who says English people always queue?) and we claim our seats - this time Matt is stretched out on a top bunk and I take up my entire 'seat' for the whole journey. I manage to get through an entire book on my Kindle, Matt does lots of sleeping.

Indian skill: Sleep anywhere, through any noise.
Journey 4 - Delhi to Kalka (just north of Chandigarh)
Now old hands, we are settled into our AC Chair Car seats at 5.45 am. No food this time - but we make up for it by watching a movie on the laptop. We use earphones - no one else does - maybe they need to update the sign that says that 'passageners using transistor radios must use earphones'
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Copyright infringement?!
Journey 5 - Kalka to Shimla (the Himalayan Queen)
Our train to Kalka connects directly with this one - which couldn't be more different. The LP described it as a toy train - it really is (imagine the sort of train you get at a theme park). Only jam packed full of Indian school-kids who scream out the window at every tunnel (there are 80 tunnels!) and holidaying families. We again claim our seats swiftly and buy thali (set) lunches from the Indian Railways catering man. The views are fantastic. Once we have done battle with a chavvy Indian family who want our window seats - for their hyperactive children, we enjoy the journey. Bring it on India - we now know the rules of the road. Everyone is vying for a little bit more, and you just need to hold your own!

Me enjoying my Thali (set meal)
Might have been quicker.
Our toy train to Shimla, nestled in the Himalayas at 2200m

Jaipur

We're sat writing this at the Pearl Palace in Jaipur, our last stop of India's Golden Triangle and our best hotel yet, run by the ever-so-willing-to-please Mr Singh. He's made us a guide book including recipes. His sole purpose is to make sure we love the hotel. It's a bit full-on, but the place is great! The Peacock restaurant on top of the hotel is great - the first place we've seen that takes real pride in it's appearance, with great views over the palaces and forts of the heart of Rajasthan; Jaipur.

We've spent a great couple of days here exploring, mainly the old city and it's bazaars, palace, temples and oddities. Here's a few photo highlights below:

Inside the Old City - hectic!

View from inside the Hawa Mahal

The Jantar Mantar - LP calls it an observatory from the 18th Century... 

...after 5 mins walking about, Matt decides its a crazy golf course

Inside the City Palace

The Peacock door, representing Autumn we're told...

The home of the Maharajas




Busy veg market



Anyone fancy a chilli?

Wedding Part 1

It's taken a little while, but as promised - here are a selection of some of our favourite photos from different bits of our wedding day. 

We had such a great day, and there's many more photos I wish we could put up here - but we're limited on the amount we can post. Sorry! (Gus, the photographer, is a HERO!)


Me and my neffoo

The grooms team

Second thoughts? Nope, excitement!

Wedding Part 2

Our little ringbearing nephew - Caleb

First kiss!

The bus passengers/wedding guests

Disappearing to St Pancras for some photos

Gotta love her!


Sunday, 22 April 2012

The Morning After the Night Before...


Things haven't quite gone to plan.

Problem 1 - Sarah had a terrible night with food poisoning - my night wasn't great. But probably not as bad.

Problem 2 - Both felt okay-ish when the alarm went off at 5am to catch the Taj Mahal at  sunrise. In silence we get up and walk the 50m to the Eastern gate queue before we find out the ticket booth is not at the gate. It's 1km away - I leave Sarah in the queue and run down the road to find the booth, being misguided by tuk-tuk drivers to their cousin's fridge magnet shop. He also sells tickets, my friend. No. No he doesn't.

Problem 3 - I find the ticket booth, it's definitely more than 1km away. I'm definitely dying of heat at 5.15am. Tickets purchased - I find a rickshaw driver who'll take me back to the gate. He's older than he looks. He's slow. So slow. I tip him, he gets in the back seat and I get in the front and cycle my ass off to get back to the Eastern Gate, grinding to a halt at the police stop point. Confused faces all round. I try to take the driver to my Uncle's fridge magnet shop. The joke is lost on him.

Problem 4 - We queue for 5'. The sun is pretty much up. The ladies handbag searching queue is bad. Sarah vomits on the guard station outside the Taj gate.

Success story 1 - I wash her clean. She gets in the queue. I take my darling, vomitting wife into the most romantic monument in the world. She sweats a lot.

Success story 2 - It's beautiful. Really beautiful. I don't want to use lots of superlatives and big thoughts - but the photos don't do it justice.

Problem 5 - The photos start to do it justice - then my battery runs out. I've left the spare in the hotel.

Success story 3 - We just relax, walk round and enjoy it. It's incredible. Thank you Sarah and Roger for the entrance tickets - we really did enjoy it. Promise!

Success story 4 - A not quite recovered Sarah and I take a rickshaw journey around the North of the city, visiting the "Baby Taj", tombs and a park the other side of the Yamuna River to the Taj for a different view.

A memorable day.

In case you didn't know, this is the Taj Mahal.

Romance with the sweaty one

Standard.

The last photo before the battery died...

Broken by India

Worming our way through busy streets by rickshaw

From the Taj, to the edge of the slums. In 10 minutes.

The Baby Taj, in Northern Agra

The Taj from across the Yamuna - a magical building