Happy Birthday Gene!
Indeed we did venture out to the bar again last night, met a group of California students who were on a J-term trip as well. I would say the number of Americans in the bar that night rivaled, if not surpassed the Indian population. We most definitely ran up larger tabs than they did.
This morning we left quite early after being out till all hours of the night. Lies… the bars here close around 11pm (max).
We spent hours in a bumpy bus, but got to see some really old, intricate temples. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I ended up in a bus that A.) was cleaner than the other (at least noticeably) and B.) had seats which reclined ALL the way back, not just at an 85 degree angle. I wasn’t really tired so I didn’t sleep, though even if I was it was near impossible because while the seats were nice the Indian roads are brutal and your head is constantly bouncing.
Our first stop of the day was definitely a wake up call. To get to the top we had to march up over 600 steps carved out of stone in our bare feet. The climb was a much needed detox from the previous night of smoking hookah and drinking, not to mention a pretty damn good calf work out. I have to pat myself on the back for being the second one to the top, behind Harvey. Holla!
At the top is when A.R. told we would see many naked people at the temple who religiously have no need for clothing, just peacock feathers to bat the flies away. Sure enough, as he’s explaining this, down from the temple strolls a buck naked Indian… no tan lines, of course.
The Shravanabelagola is an ancient temple with a Jain statue
staggering over 17 meters carved out of one piece of stone. It is amazing, to say the least, and considered one of India’s 7 wonders. The statue is bathed every 12 years in a different substance (i.e. milk, honey, gold powder etc).
In the temple we saw a rather LARGE Indian man being carried by six other, much smaller, Indian men in a bamboo chair. The nearly 500lb man was dressed in white and speaking an Indian language (which one? No idea… I couldn’t even begin to differentiate between them.). It made me laugh because he reminded me of Jabba the Hut speaking his alien language to his slaves as his corpulent body moves sluggishly. I hope he had to pay extra to be brought up, those poor guys…
After our climb, we enjoyed refreshing coconut water out of fresh coconuts with a straw; just a little touch of the tropics in the muck that seems to be so ubiquitous in India. If you shut out the chaos and focus only on the beautiful landscape, palm trees and luster of the sun, your mind can be tricked, for a moment, into believing you are in paradise. This only lasts until the next shrill horn is honked. However, the ladies have become wary of drinking too much in this country because finding clean western facilities are few and far between. Relief comes at a price here in India.
The begging families on the street and the kids desperately trying to sell you souvenirs really pulls at your heart strings. However, it goes from being pitiful to annoying rather quickly, especially the little sales men. These kids will not take no for an answer, even if you get close to yelling at them, which has happened quite a bit. One of them made the mistake of trying to get Harvey’s attention by calling him “Ching Chong”… Bad news bears. After being reprimanded they then referred to him as “Johnny”. They are relentless and if you show any weakness or buy ANYTHING, you are sure to be flanked by dozens more who would definitely not leave your side, even after getting inside a vehicle. Being around this is stifling to say the least.
We went to two more temples: Belur and Halebidu. The Belur temple was built by a Hoysala king and completed in 1116 A.D. dedicated to lord Vishnu. We had a tour guide here who found it prudent to explain EACH dancing girl figure carved on the outside of the temple of which there are over 40. You can imagine how our patience waned. I was good and attentive for about the first 15 (maybe…) then got bored as did most others. It was also mid-day at this point with the blistering sun shining on us and the stone base burned our bare feet.
The Halebidu temple is again, very intricate and, like the other, each figure and carving of Hindu mythology is unique. Thankfully, we didn’t have a guide this time so we could go through it rather quickly (though, with a large group it’s still difficult).
By the end of the sight visits we were MORE than ready to get back to the hotel to eat, clean up and change to go out for Gene’s birthday. It had been a long, hot day in bumpy vehicles and we were exhausted. On the way back A.R. broke the news to us that we were going to have a photo shoot at the school with some of the SDM students. I don’t think there could’ve been a worse time for a photo shoot. It was past 7pm and we were all looking and feeling rather ragged. Not only did we have to take photos they had to be “posed” in small groups with the SMD students so we looked like we were having an “interesting” conversation. The demands of the paparazzi are so exhausting. I feel ya, Britney, but I’m not walking around with a $50,000 hand bag. Man up.
Poor Gretchen must have eaten something that didn’t sit right with her and she got sick while the rest of us were out celebrating Gene’s birthday (26th, right?).