Blogs from Orissa, India, Asia
Getting all Bruce Parry on your ass - Tribal tour, South West Orissa
Published: March 20th 2012Asia » India » OrissaFor the next 4 nights and 5 days we would be bush camping in the remote hills of South West Orissa visiting local tribes enroute. I had mixed feelings about the next few days, I was looking forward to camping and getting away from the crowds and chaos of the plains and into the relatively tranquil and remote Orissa hill villages, however I was very much worried about not being able to shower for 5 days, a potential hygiene/stench disaster given the daily temperature was on average close to 40 degrees. My biggest concern of all though was that 5 days of ogling the natives might get a little repetitive, especially as I’m not a massive fan of ‘tribal tours’ in the first place as I find they can be a little patronising and voyeuristic. The ... read more
Traditionally, people have been flocking to places of worship to pray individually,as a family or in a group to seek salvation from a higher order. And no where this is more evident than in India with its multitude where millions upon millions go on temple visits everyday.The enormous patience and self control that has been derived through the process of pilgrimage and the "Pray to God” that we have inculcated have stood us in good stead,over centuries One such popular destination for pilgrimage in India has been the abode of Lord Jagannath in Puri, Orissa which we visited recently. As they say, bigger the legend greater is the following; so it is here. Legend has it that Vishnu appeared in the dreams of pious King Indradyumna, millennia ago, and directed him to a special wooden Log ... read more
Vita da spiaggia nella citta' sacra del Signore dell'Universo.
Published: January 3rd 2012Asia » India » Orissa » PuriNon male Calcutta, soprattutto se ci si arriva all'alba, quando ancora la citta' dorme e tutto e' tranquillo e silenzioso; di giorno, come sempre, regna il caos tipico di tutte le grandi metropoli, al quale si puo' pero' sfuggire in due modi: utilizzando per gli spostamenti i frequenti ferry che attraversano il fiume Hooghly, oppure la comoda linea metropolitana sotterranea, la prima costruita in India e tuttore miracolosamente funzionante, e poi rifugiandosi nel fresco giardino del Victoria Memorial, maestoso palazzo costruito in memoria dell'ultima imperatrice, oppure nella vasta area verde del Maidan, una sorta di Central Park utilizzato dai giovani comecampo da cricket, dai piu' anziani come pascolo per le capre e da chiunque voglia camminare all'aria aperta lontano dai fumi e dal rumore del traffico che li circonda. Basta poi allontanarsi dal centr... read more
This time in India began for me 15 months ago. And now it's time to leave (already?). On May 2nd I will board a train from Bhubaneswar (where I have been living and working for a year) to Mumbai with Gladys (Royal Enfield Bullet), stay with my good friends Raj and Marg there, and fly out on May 7th. Not to Australia: to Barcelona, Catalunya, Spain. I will stay with Carolina in her house in Canet d'Adri (Girona). I decided that I just wanted to get out of the ever intensifying Indian summer and, of course, I had the huge desire to get back together with Carolina sooner rather than later. We have many plans for the next five months, including walking the Camino, visiting some friends in southern France and in Switzerland, and going to ... read more
I am sitting in a theatre in chaotic unorganized India. I have just ridden through traffic which, were it not so seriously dangerous and life-threatening, is a complete joke. My lungs again absorbed another day of carbon monoxide exhaust, dust and any manner of other toxic fumes. I have trodden in waste and garbage on the streets that, were one to know the origins of, would make one wretch. And speaking of wretching, I have braved street foods and concoctions which might turn a stomach to contort and expel. The program has been advertised on huge banners around town for weeks as starting at 6.30 pm. I arrived at 6.20 pm to get a good seat, but not untypically, there were just four people seated by 6.30 pm and the program had not started by 8 ... read more
The Inaugural Annual Indian Overload Awards – 2011
Published: March 7th 2011Asia » India » Orissa » BhubaneswarThis is the first of what one would hope would become an annual event of some repute. The awards for the best overloads in India. First let us start with the rules, the first of which is illustrated by my first picture: 1. You must break the rule about not overloading your vehicle! 2. Each overloaded vehicle must remain upright for the duration of the current journey, or else face disqualification. 3. The judge’s (that’s me) decisions are final – no correspondence will be entered into. 4. On the payment of 10,000 rupees, rule number 3 will be revised. Now let me say at the outset that this inaugural year’s competition has been very hard to judge – there have been so MANY entries. However, I should also add that there are a couple of non-entries. ... read more
...and we are back! (Rourkela, Orissa, India)
Published: February 8th 2011Asia » India » Orissa » Rourkela » NIT Rourkela(Day 1034 on the road) Now, what exactly am I doing here? My last blog entry was supposed to be the final one, marking the end of my 2 1/2 year world trip. But at the end of December, after a short interlude back home in Germany, I decided to move to North-East India (initially for three months for the time being) to join Jasmin and Luc. Jasmin is doing her PhD at the NIT university in the smallish steel-town of Rourkela in Orissa, and Luc is her immensely cute and intelligent nearly 3-year old son. So what can I say? First, as for this blog, I have - after some consideration - decided to keep writing until my (final?) departure home at the end of March - which will incidentally also mark exactly three years ... read more
Am 12. Januar findet das lange angekuendigte "Gartenfest" unseres Wohnheims statt. Die Inder freuen sich nur sehr verhalten, sie finden es einfach zu kalt, um zu dieser Jahreszeit draussen herum zu stehen. Seit zwei Tagen wurde bereits dekoriert, Pavillons aufgestellt und seit dem morgen wird daneben Gemuese geschnippelt und gekocht. Die Vorbereitungen treffen Arbeiter des NIT, die eigens fuer solche Aufgaben angestellt sind. Nun halten sie sich voruebergehend in unserem Wohnheim auf. Um 20 Uhr ist das Essen endlich fertig und das Buffet aufgebaut. Sogar unser Heimleiter, Mr. Bisoyi, sowie der oberste Leiter aller Wohnheime, Mr. Pati, sind nebst ihrer Ehefrauen erschienen. Sie halten das ganze offensichtlich fuer einen Pflichtbesuch und bleiben unter sich. Ich habe Kilian eingeladen, schliesslich moechte er auch bald hier einziehen. Es ist eine Gelegenheit, die anderen Bewohner ke... read more
Wir haben uns auf dem Campus des NIT Rourkela etwas eingelebt. Unsere Einzimmerwohnung ist eingerichtet und endlich, endlich haben wir ein Hausmaedchen, eine Maid, gefunden. Unsere Gieta ist ein besonderer Gluecksfall, weil sie einige Worte Englisch spricht. Als zusaetzlicher Bonus kommt sie immer zu spaet, geht dafuer dann aber auch ein bisschen frueher. Unsere Nachbarn bezahlen fuer Ihre Maids umgerechnet 17 Euro im Monat. Dafuer stehen ihnen diese Tag und Nacht zur Verfuegung. Wir als Auslaender zahlen fuer Gieta 20 Euro. Da wir zudem das Essen aus der Wohnheim-Messe beziehen, braucht Gieta nicht kochen und kann ueber Mittag nach Hause. Wir bezahlen also richtig viel fuer sie. Gieta erledigt einige Hausarbeiten und passt auf Luc auf. Sie ist so motiviert, dass sie fuer uns kochen moechte, weil sie denkt, dass uns das Essen aus der Messe ... read more
I’d met one of the guys through a local kid’s library foundation where, like most foreigners in town, I too had been roped in to read a story or two to the kids. My friend (and librarian) Sharon had sent me some Australian story books in the post from Australia, including “Possum Magic”. These books then became donations to the library. I do digress. This guy’s mates were Royal Enfield motorbike owners and they wanted to form a club. Cautiously I agreed to meet for coffee one night to discuss this proposition. About 5 turned up to the meeting within the hour (maybe Indian time is the origin of the term ‘within the appointed hour’?, although often things can be later than one hour). That meeting led to my first ride with Jagjit the next day ... read more




































