







My adventures: 2008-2009
well im absolutely exhausted after the last 24hours.To say i was out of my comfort zone would be an understatement :-)
its going to be difficult to describe this place but ill do my best.
my initial fears started boarding the second plane from oman to trivandrum(india) i was the only woman on the plane,and the only white person.heart was pounding to say the least.the stares would go through you and i felt nervous and out of place and uncomfortable.being the only white person in such a place is really intimidating.the reaction towards you is hard to deal with.but i have already learned alot of the time they're just staring out of curiosity and not for any other reason.my trips to romania and central america have served me well in that regard.
during the flight i could not sleep aware of the stares coming from chocolate skinned men,one in particular who incessantly tried to grab my attention by coughing loudly and banging his food tray.i know ridiculous.i later realised that he was drawing me on a napkin,with a pen he had borrowed from me.i pretended not to notice and when i was picking up my stuff to get off the plane,he had carefully placed the picture on the napkin on my bag.amusing.
getting out of the airport is something i could never have been prepared for.ive never felt anything like that.there were kids and adults all over me in a second,in broken english shouting at me and asking me to come with them.i will find you taxi.good price.no problem.i was so overwhelmed that instead of jumping straight in a taxi(a white lada type shitbox :-)) i took a seat on a nearby wall.i just need a few minutes to get my bearings.just like in the book im reading shantaram,i decided to find the man with the biggest smile to take me to my accommodation.however,the nice man directed me to another man,who i had spotted earlier wearing a nappy type 'pants'??he was as fat as a fool and had a ferocious look about him.massive eyebrows and i was not happy that this was my new 'driver'.he was surprisngly nice,just not blessed with the friendliest of faces..He threw my lovely backpack into the boot with petrol all over it and struggled with the door to get it open,revved up the engine and immediately nearly crashed shouting at the others on the road,a phenomenal change from the top class taxi treatment i have been receiving in dubai for the last two weeks.
We started out journey,i couldnt believe that at 6.30 in the morning the place was so alive,ox carts nearly crashing into us on several occasions.tuk tuks emerging out of every corner,women in saris carrying all sorts of baskets,and generally speaking absolute mayhem.near crashes left right and centre.my jaw just dropped and i couldnt believe the poverty i was seeing.families of 20 huddled together on the side of the street,men who looked so worn from living a hard life.cows being lead along the road....and the smell that everyone always talks of in india,a stench you cannot describe
1st hotel(lonely planet approved) no vacancies.
2nd hotel (a rude man at reception who looked at me like he hated me) im sure he had rooms he just didnt like the look of me....
3rd hotel,i finally got lucky and its all gone well since then.
so i retreated back to my hotel,exhuasted but couldnt sleep.I started laughing half from nerves half from disbelief of what i had seen and asking myself why the hell i was here.....
after taking a sleeping tablet i drifted into sleep and woke up,dreading the thought of leaving the surroundings of the hotel.Quick shower and out the door,hoping for the best,i started walking with no idea where i was going just taking in the surroundings so to be sure id find my way back....after a quick Atm visit i walked and
walked,soaking it all in,hoping to catch a glimpse of a fellow backpacker but no,instead i became increasingly aware of my misfitting self amongst the indians.The stares,the stares the stares.From head to toe.And the whispers and the laughing,you become paranoid and self conscious wondering should i have worn pants instead of a long skirt.Your mind is just all questions with no answers.But hoestly i think i could cover myself from head to toe and id still be stared at.Having two different coloured eyes isnt helping my case. :-)
Next thing a tuk tuk pulled up beside me,where you go madam,good price no problem,and there began my introduction to Sashi....my new friend.The tiniest little man with the biggest moustache about 4foot 10 with dark skin and a little beard sprikled with grey.Initially i told him i was fine,trying to look like i knew where i was going,but for about 1km,as i walked he would drive away around a corner and pull up again a few mins later,you certain u dont need my help?i make good business.no be afraid i help you.you m y friend i make you happy in india.after 5/6 reappearances from Sashi i finally gave in.,i told him i would love a coffee,and he brought me to the most beautiful indian coffee house,after that we did a full tour of trivandrum,in the pissing rain,going from market to market and temples and just everything he could possibly have shown me,i felt so safe with him,and it was so brilliant to have my own personal guide of the place.walking through the markets,my flip flop broke,sashi tried to fix it with his key,to no avail so i had to walk through the slum like streets with no shoes...people came out from behind their stall to put flowers in my hair and to give me fruit.....unbelievable.it didnt feel dangerous at all.and i soon forgot about my flip flops which were balanced on top of sashi's little head.I am actually the only foreigner in this place at the moment,or so it seems.he did all of that with me for 500 rupees(less than 10euros) and i think i overpaid him cos he nearly fell over when i gave him that much.
We had a quick beer together and hes collecting me tomoro at 10 to visit some elephants and lions,and a beach.
its only been a day and im amazed so i cant imagine what ill see over the next few weeks.An eye opening experience for me,even if i had to leave tomorrow.