Ants, farming and village life...

I was feeling all chocked up when I was leaving Lao but it was probably time I ventured into Thailand for some proper TLC. My body has been ravaged by bed bug bites, a spider bite, an ear infection and a bad knee. That’s from a couple of months of going all out on the trekking, home stays, the lot. Over the last couple of weeks I braved the sweltering heat and travelled through the Mekong Delta to cross the border from Vietnam to Cambodia. I’ll never forget the looks on our faces as my Swedish buddy and I waited at the border helplessly staring at each other as sweat poured out from every possible part of our bodies. Anyway, I only had a week in Cambodia, so I hit the Angkor Temples and it lived up to all of my expectations as the most stunning site in SE Asia. The jungle ravaged temple ruins from the Khmer empire have a seductive air of mystery and despite the heat; it was well worth the cycle to the temples every day (or maybe get a tuk-tuk if you're not tight like me). One mini boo boo though, cycling really quickly to catch the sunrise is probably a photo no-no because I arrived there 40 minutes later again drenched head to toe in sweat. So after a week, I was kind of relieved to be heading north into Northern Lao so that I wouldn’t drown in my own sweat.

Lao was not on my original itinerary but after so many recommendations from fellow travellers, I needed to pay it a visit. They were all right; Lao is jaw-droppingly beautiful. Its landscape of mountains and hills are covered in every shade of green imaginable, a natural beauty that could rival Nepal (my favourite so far for natural scenery). Now Lao does not have a train system so you can't just hop onto a sleeper bus or train and expect to get anywhere quickly or on time, you'll be spending days travelling. The drivers here don't seem to be in too much of a hurry or in desperate need for business. So Echo (my friend) and I mastered the art of persuasion by either scrambling around for other travellers to fill up the bus/boat or hopelessly trying to charm the pants off of the driver and convince him that earning something for the day is way better then chilling with your buddies. Bartering’s a whole new ball game here too, you've only got one chance to offer your desired price and if you went too low, that’s it, you've blown it and your paying for the full asking price or more.

Once we managed to make it up to Northern Lao (despite the boat breaking down and not having enough travellers at one point), Echo and I thought we would trek and ‘couch surf’ at the nearby villages back down. What an eye opener. Village life really is a close knit community and there are generally about 170 people living in the bamboo huts. When we arrived, we quickly realised that we couldn’t have met a friendlier bunch of people. The inquisitive women circled around us and asked us to wait for their husbands to come back from farming. We used our best sign language to ask for food and shelter and before we knew it, the women were preparing a slap up meal of fresh chicken (they didn’t have deer that day as they hadn’t caught a deer) and some other new taste sensations - frogs, ants, ant eggs (I only knew I had been eating a plateful of ants when I shone my torch on it and had to hide my look of 'horror' from the chef).

The next day, we joined them farming in the hills and it is this scene that will stay with me forever. The hill where they were harvesting the rice was spectacular, I could just about make it up the hill so was dragged up it by one of the women. We spent two hours farming and then had to call it a day to finish our trek. As amazing as it was, I'll certainly be thinking twice about farming for 2 hours before a long trek; we were well and truly messed up afterwards. Now once again, this experience has opened up my mind a little bit more and I'll probably be thinking twice when I complain about having a bad day at the office.

Show down in Vietnam!

After a brief recovery in Kathmandu, I flew to Hong Kong to meet my cousin for our sleeper bus into South China. I'll never forget this journey as I had the worst case of food poisoning ever and the bus driver flew over the highways like a lunatic. Anyhow, I survived and arrived at my uncles house looking like death. I then spent a week recovering and stuffing my face to power up for our Vietnamese adventure.

We entered North Vietnam from the North border and our adventure started instantly. The events so far have certainly been very interesting. Lets just say that my cousin has a pretty solid reputation for being a mild mannered person; I have never seen her 'don't-f'ck-with-me' side let alone so many times in a week. But pretty much every day so far, our patience has been tested as we continuously found ourselves being overcharged for most things. There have been scenes of shouting, finger wagging, fists being banged on tables as we challenged our bumped up food, hotel and taxi bills. We've sharpened up now so we are ready for war if necessary; my cousin is the good cop and I'm the bad (naturally). One incident made us chuckle though, we were at Ha Long Bay (stunning place with beautiful natural scenery of limestone rocks jutting out of the calm emerald sea) in a floating fish restaurant and decided to order a fish dish. When it was served, a fish head and its tail was staring up at us from the plate. They had only gone and removed the middle of the fish (presumably to sell it again) and thought we would be stupid enough not to notice! And so a big barny ensued as we rolled up our sleeves to prepare for a show down.

Aside from having to be on guard most days, we've done plenty so far including a day trek through Cat Ba Island (just off of Ha Long Bay) which we had thought would be a stroll in the park that turned out to be a day of rock climbing as we were literally on all fours trying to climb up and down the slippery rocks of the limestone rock faces. No exaggeration, but this was one mighty death trap. It was worth it in the end just for the stunning boat trip through the floating village.

I'm also loving the divine Vietnamese food. We look for the grubbiest street kitchens with the sticky tables and perch on the tiny plastic chairs because we know that we will be served delicious hot bowls of beef noodles, crab meat spring rolls, grilled pork, clams, jelly drinks and all. Unfortunately for this, I'll be leaving Vietnam three dress sizes bigger. This is a big fat boo, especially since I'm surrounded by so many gorgeous Vietnamese women with their slim and petite frames who seem to be all so glamourously dressed (or in strange contrast walking around in their pyjamas). It's great watching them elegantly zip around on the scooters in their 5 inch heels like they have just stepped out of a salon.

I'm now in Hue in Central Vietnam and we'll be moving onto Hoi An to check out some islands and for me to hire a motorcycle so I can zip around town too. After that I'll be bidding my cousin farewell to make my way into Cambodia.

The Turtle reaches Annapurna base camp

OK, so I was a little apprehensive when I started my 15 day trek of the Annapurna circuit and base camp because lets be honest, I haven't had too much trekking experience let alone trekking the Himalaya Mountains on my todd but I wanted to tick this one challenge off the things-I-have-to-do-in-my-life list. And guess what, every single physical and mental agony, ache and pain was worth what was probably the most adventuress two weeks of my little life.

There were days when I wished the trekking would end (I was trekking between 6 to 9 hours a day) and I won't lie, on one day when I ascended 2000 metres, I threw a tantrum and shouted out loud 'Sod the flipping scenery, I can't take this endless climbing no more' and was close to throwing my backpack over the mountain edge. And yes, after I saw the sunrise at Annapurna base camp, I did bomb it down the mountain as fast as my little legs would carry me because I knew that if I stayed up in the freezing cold any longer, I might just keel over and die. And there were nights when I may as well have been sleeping in a freezer (-20 at base camp) so put on every single piece of clothing I had including my down jacket and would then spend 30 minutes psyching myself up to jump into my ice cold sleeping bag and then another hour warming it up, not forgetting waking up in the middle of the night gasping for air as I my body demanded more oxygen (oh those nights were hellish). On this trek, I learnt that when the sun set, the evenings would freeze over and I would be shivering away waiting for the sun to come up again the next day.

Even when the wind God struck during the afternoons and nearly swept me off my feet and sandblasted me across the face over and over again, I never once doubted if the trek was worth the agony. And when I found myself lost as I was nearing base camp and the clouds started to come in and the trees started to look all scary as I heard the sound of a nearby avalanche crashing down and I said my first prayer to God, I still persisted with my turtle-paced ascent. Because you see, over the last 15 days, I trekked through what is probably the worlds most stunning natural scenery with just my common sense (yes, I have heaps of it!), a map, and my 10kg backpack and got to meet some incredible people and locals. I'll also admit that it was pretty damn satisfying to see the admiration (or shock) on the faces of other experienced trekkers with their entourage of porters and guides as I told them that it was just little old me (the Turtle), no guide or porter carrying my own sodding gear all the way up the mountain, including mascara, eyelash curlers and all. I've joined the league of brave and courageous lone female bad ass trekkers! Hell yeah, I'm hardcore!! So hardcore that I was probably the only person to take a bucket shower at base camp. But be warned, my challenge was not without some strange and compromising situations.

So my beloved backpack and I would rock up at the next village for dinner and a good nights sleep and some days we would arrive at a ghost town with not a tourist in sight. The Tibetan villages were both mysterious and beautiful as the prayer flags flapped in the wind and I was often woken up by the sound of Tibetan monks praying. During the day, I passed through mountains and their even bigger snowed capped neighbours in the distance knowing that closer to the end of my journey; I would soon be working my way towards base camp. I watched the landscape change from barren valleys to alpine forests, fields of apple and orange trees to a forest right out of the Lord of the Rings to trekking knee deep or sliding on my butt in snow. I also got pretty good at finding trails in the denser areas (yes you just follow the foot prints or ask the villagers). Once when I was lost and panicked, a porter miraculously appeared like an angel and I told him that he would have to make sure that I got to the next place safely so he created the trail in the snow and patiently waited for my slow ass.

And in the end, Mr B (the man who inspired me to do this) was right, I met some incredible people who I would spend days trekking and the evenings chilling with so really had company a lot of the way including one hardcore German girl who trekked Everest base camp on her own. Truly bad ass! I also had the privilege of eating like a horse as I was burning so many calories so picked up a daily snickers bar and can of coke a habit.

So my Nepalese adventure has ended for now but without a shadow of a doubt, I'll be back. I'm off to meet my cousin to travel South China and Vietnam in 2 days, bring on some pampering and the beef pho!

Is taking on the biggest challenge of my life so far, the Himalaya Mountains for 2 weeks on my jack jones!

A 27 hour train ride west to the state of Rajasthan, my new German buddy and I finally reach the stunning blue city of Jodhpur. A majestic fort overlooks the city and is surrounded by lots of miniature blue houses that are clustered up together like Lego pieces. In fact, this city has been featured in a film before but I can't remember which one. It’s literally a whistle stop so we visit the fort and then later decide to sample the special bhang lassi (er…Indian yoghurt drink). Hmmm…we soon realize that it was perhaps not such a good idea. When new buddy told me that he had to go back to his room for a lie down, I thought it was a little odd so I went to check on him and he was as white as a sheet. Well, I didn’t have to wait long to find out for myself as we both spent the evening throwing our lunches up. I suggest you lot give this one a miss if you visit India. Of course, our plans to attend the once-in-a-year festival that evening fell through because we'd passed out and slept through the singing, drumming and music that happened right outside our guesthouse without stirring once.

So I missed the village trip the next day but was adamant that the day would not go to waste so I jumped on the local bus to a small town called Osian. It was on this random trip that I really experienced the kindness of the local people. Whilst waiting for my bus home, a packed bus skidded up towards me with people hanging out from the windows and doors. To me, this bus was full, the locals thought otherwise. They squeezed me onto the bus and a seat miraculously appeared from nowhere and I was helped out with paying and all before I even mentioned where I was going. They had automatically helped me out and I didn’t even hear a single word of complaint. I felt a deep sense of profound gratitude to the people! 

Today, my whirlwind love affair with India has come to an end. I am now in love with Kathmandu. This place is nuts, I had no idea that there was a 14 hour power cut everyday and so I found myself scrambling for a wall when the lights went out as I was halfway through a shower! Showering by starlight is certainly an experience. Anyhow, I got talking to a seasoned Aussie trekker and he's coaxed me into my next challenge; a 2 week trek in the Himalayas on my own!! No guide, no porter, nothing, just little old me and my backpack. He's done base camp three times and said that this way; I would really get to discover new things about myself. We went shopping together and he's helped kit me out with my trendy new trekking gear (a must for photos he said and I agree) and we've mapped out my itinerary. He's confident that I will be OK but was a little dubious when I asked him if Kathmandu was above sea level and he said that it was the dumbest question he's ever been asked in Nepal! So now he's making sure that I get on the right bus to start my trek.  

Hmm…..I'm excited but nervous, the altitudes pretty high, I'll be stinking for days, I'll have to use my brain and navigate, I could get attacked by a yak (but I know what to do if I do) but let's hope there are phone boxes along the way just in case I need to call the SOS! Only joking! I set off tomorrow, wish me luck!

Wedding crashing, Bollywood dancing, Korean food and bhang cookie

After a 5 hour bus journey, several flights and a night in Delhi airport lounge, I finally reached Varanasi. To cut a long story short, Varanasi (one of the world’s oldest holy towns) is intense, imagine London rush hour, times it by two and then make it constant. As soon as the taxi driver dropped us off in this tightly packed old town (I traveled with two Isreali girls there), we were all blown away with the extreme hustle and bustle. It was a complete change from ‘chilled out’ South India and was the India I had always imagined in my head. We found ourselves dodging rickshaws, scooters, crowds of people (and their shooting spit), cows, goats, dogs, you name it as we attempted to share the tiny winding walkways that are beautifully lined with small temples, sari, sweet, chai and various other shops that were probably no wider than a meter and a half. Making our way to our guest house carrying a backpack the size of a cow itself and trying to avoid the traffic, touts and huge fresh heaps of cow dung was like a challenge straight from an episode of the Crystal Maze.

So in this holy place, I was able to witness many different life events all in a day. Along the River Ganges, I got to see about five weddings, countless Hindu ceremonies and a fair few funerals which also included the burning of the bodies by the ‘Burning Ghat’ (which I can only describe as an area of steps by the river bank). That was pretty strange; I saw sadness and mourning and then about 20 meters along the river, I then witnessed joy and laughter from a wedding. All this activity in one place; everything seems to happen by the river ganges, from people bathing, washing their clothes, dumping their trash, not forgetting the burning of the bodies and the cows and buffalo doing their business in there too made me decide that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go for a dip in there after all.

Anyway, it looks like my plan to be a size zero has gone to pot too because I have been pigging out big time on all the street food. I met some Koreans and of all places Varanasi offers some top notch Korean food which I ended up eating every night because it was so delicious. I also had the pleasure of spending one afternoon cackling like a hyena with a Japanese girl as we tried our first bhang cookie and thought it would be a good idea to go for a wander through the busy streets. Let’s just say it was a fun challenge when I had to find my guest house to pick up by luggage to catch my train, my friend kept saying that I would miss my train, phew...I didnt in the end!

Ohhh….I also got to gatecrash my first wedding. I rocked up in my shabby travelers outfit although if I had known that I would be attending I would have seriously bought a sari. I spent the night doing more eating (they force you to eat because they are so hospitable) and busting out with some proper Bollywood dance moves. Indian girls here can dance, there is some serious hip shaking in those dance moves and I thought I did a pretty good version of the changing-the-light-bulbs dance move too. I was wrong; I have a lot to learn.

Next stop is the dessert city of Jodhpur by a 27 hour sleeper train journey; let’s hope I can stay sane for this.

The search for a home cooked meal goes on.....

The 10 hour sleeper bus wasn’t as bad as I had heard in the end despite my Delhi belly being in full force at the time and nearly falling off the top bunk when the bus driver decided to do an abrupt stop. I finally arrived at the beautiful sandy beaches of Gokarna. I probably didn’t quite deserve an extended stay here but I couldn’t resist the relaxed atmosphere, evening runs barefoot along the beach and the yoga and meditation course that I had booked myself on. My yoga teacher is amazing, I use to get frustrated with my pathetic attempts at yoga but having practiced the correct breathing and relaxation techniques, I’m realizing its true value and the fact that it has helped to ‘calm’ my mind because by nature, my mind has the tendency to go into overdrive anyway. This is especially true when you are traveling alone, it can actually be constant and you find yourself mulling over dull or useless thoughts over and over again.

I was also able to reflect on my traveling style in Gokarna. I realized that I wanted to try and get off the ‘beaten track’ more. Let’s be honest, as beautiful as the beaches are, it really could be just another beach resort anywhere in the world. So after much socializing with fellow travelers, I’m keen to hang out with the locals again especially for another helping of traditional home cooked food. I’ve had lots of tasty street and local food so far but nothing beats a traditional home cooked meal cooked with tender loving care. So today I went into town and tried to pawn my labour in exchange for an invite to dinner. So far, I’ve been given a banana leaf, lots of free cups of chai and an invite to a fish supper tomorrow which I can’t make because I’m leaving the next day! I’m gutted because he said his wife makes this really good rice dish which is only local to South India.

I also promised myself that I wouldn’t buy any tat on my travels but I’ve broken my promise and have kitted myself out with too many pairs of ali baba trousers and a bongo drum to the credit of the super sales people here. I’ll probably spend tonight on the beach pretending to play the drums just because I have bought it. Maybe, I’ll play it with my friend, the looniest-hippy-in-India who by chance ended up here too even though he said he was moving onto another town. It’s not just me that thinks he’s a loon another person confirmed this too and I confessed to him that I had secretly chuckled to myself when I saw that he too had befriended him.

So tomorrow, I’m heading back up North which will be a welcome relief because it is getting way too hot down South, plus I’ve struggled to sleep in my beach hut for the last couple of nights because my room mate Mr White-rat-the-same-size-as-my-forearm keeps disturbing me with his constant nibbling at night. I’m too tired to care and when I mention it to the guy on ‘reception’, he gives me a look that says ‘What’s new?’ so I guess I have no choice but to let my room mate reside for free.

Also I am seriously missing meat. Cows are like dogs in India, thy wander all over the joint, every time I see a cow, I can’t help thinking what a juicy steak it would make, the last decent piece of meat I ate was that home cooked meal and even that piece of chicken was just the size of a satsuma. Give me MEAT!

Cycling, hippys and Delhi belly in Hampi

I should have buns of steel now. I’ve spent the last four days cycling (with a bike with no brakes), climbing hills or swimming in Hampi which has offered the most stunning natural scenery that I have seen in India so far. There are temples dotted everywhere on top of hills made up by large boulders that appear  like they have been artistically placed by a giant human. Surrounding the hills are endless fields of  banana or coconut tress, rice paddies, lakes and streams.  I also got to nip into the nearby village and even wash some sari’s in the lake with the women. All the while I was thinking, thank God for washing machines! Chuck the clothes in, come back an hour later and done! But not in some parts of India, women can spend hours washing clothes. Actually, they generally seem to do all of the the hard labour, from farming, cleaning, cooking to raising the children. Next time I moan about trains being late to work in London, just send me to a village in India for a reality check. 

Whilst a fellow traveler and I were taking pictures in one of the temples, we saw a colourful tree and thought that it would make a nice picture and so we climbed all over it snapping away. Next thing you know, a local is shouting at us to get off because the tree is God! Oh no, we had just stood all over God! Needless to say, which had a chuckle or two about our ignorance.

Every day has been a blast in Hampi, although today I was finally was struck down by my first bout of the Delhi belly. This was extra annoying as it was my last sight seeing day in Hampi and I had this great itinerary planned and then as soon as I was three quarters of a way up one of the highest hills in Hampi, I felt my stomach turn. So the next three hours was spent with me sprawled across a boulder holding my stomach and trying to hatch a plan to call a rescue service. I was so tired, I wouldn’t have cared if I rolled down the side of a boulder to be ravaged by the monkeys. Luckily sympathetic  tourists offered me water (yes, I didn’t take any with me even though it was 35+ degrees coz I thought I was hard) and I managed to muster up the energy to crawl back to my guest house.

So I’ve met some great people again in Hampi, some Liverpudlians which reminded me of home with their British sense of humour and I guess it was also only a matter of time before I hung out with a hippie or two but I got talking to India’s looniest hippy and was stuck listening to stories about the energy from the sun, stars and blah blah blah for hours on end. My listening to my iPod and reading a book was still not an obvious enough hint for him that he left me no choice but for me to tell him to vamoose in the end and he still took half an hour to leave my porch! (Oh my God! He is calling me right now in this internet café and he’s telling me that he just missed his bus to the next town. Please no).  

I’m off to Gokarna tomorrow which is about 2 hours south of Goa and will be taking the sleeper bus there. This 11 hour trip should be fun.

Temples and home-cooked meals in Madurai

I take all my slagging off of the Indian railway back. Some of my best nights sleep has been on the train as it rocked me to sleep like a baby. I realised that I had had such a tough first journey because I had travelled on ‘cattle’ class. It’s now AC (air-con) all the way! I have to give India serious credit for their railway system, you can get anywhere for as cheap as chips, you simply hop on the train at night and you wake up the next day and you’re there.

I’m now in Bangalore for the day as a stop over to Hampi. There is not much to do here but it’s a welcome relief from all the chaos of the other cities. I’ve just spent 2 hours in the local beauty salon because after several days of trains and sight seeing, my feet were hard and covered in mozzie bites and my face was peeling from a constant beating by the sun. I am so dark now; I can pretty much pass as a local. After the best facial, pedicure and manicure I’ve ever had; I’m feeling 100% again despite not having showered for the last 2 days and wearing the same clothes from the constant travelling. I’ll be walking around town in my pyjama-like clothes again until I reach my hotel tomorrow, at least I’ll have nicely manicured hands and feet!

So I spent the last few days in Madurai to visit one of the oldest temples in South India and it was simply breath taking. The temple is covered in thousands of intricate statues of the Hindu Gods in all the colours of the rainbow. I’ve seen many sights in my time and this one is now ranked right up there, especially as the temple was literally behind my hotel and could be seen in its full glory by just looking out of the window.

I also got chatting to a local shopkeeper originally from Kashmir (North India) who had tried to sell me some carpets. He invited me over for dinner (no funny business), so I was treated to a proper home cooked meal of chicken and sagg with rice and I even perfected the art of eating curry and rice with my hands (although I’ll still take a pair of chopsticks any day). Before the sauce use to slither down my arm but now I can eat as elegantly as any Indian lady. They say the food is meant to taste better when you eat with your hands because you’re using another sense - touch. But I’m not convinced yet; I’m concentrating so hard on not making a mess that I’m not appreciating the food as much. The next day, my new pal invited me back for lunch, so like a true ponce I went back for seconds of chicken and cauliflower, equally tasty. I bought him some Indian sweets to thank him for his hospitality of course. People in India are so friendly to tourists; they are really chatty and are super helpful with directions. I’ve been offered food, assistance and much more. I am so going to be a much nicer person to tourists when I’m back.

Tomorrow, I’ll be arriving in Hampi which is meant to be a must-see sight of India, I’ve made a friend or two so might hook up for some company. I’m enjoying my own company and meeting new people because you can do and be whatever you please, although I have to say I am missing general every day chit chat and gossiping with my friends and family.

Motorbikes, coconut alcohol and Hatha yoga on the beach

I’ve now met and hung out with some really interesting people in the last couple of days. On my first night in Kochi, I went drinking with some local dudes which was fun because I really needed a drink. In India, I’ve noticed that the bars are full of men, so I am the only female in the bar and end up annoying the bar manager as he has to escort me to the ladies every time I need to use the bathroom because it is upstairs and it is always locked because there are never any females. Anyway, one of guys that I am drinking with offered to show me around town the next day, so I thought ‘Why not?’ since hanging out with the locals give you the benefit of doing things that you perhaps wouldn’t get to do on your own. I got to operate a massive fishing net with the local fishermen (called the Chinese fishing nets), paddle a small fishing canoe and generally get off the beaten track.

Thing is, all this time I’m thinking that we are just hanging out as mates until he takes me to a really nice beach to watch the sunset (also really nice) but when we go to have dinner, he takes out his little hamper of ice, drinks, candles and all that and I’m thinking, hmmm, this setting is a bit too romantic for my liking. So when he picks a flower and tries to put it in my hair, I realise ‘Now’s about a good time to do a Cinderella’. I nicely tell him that its time to go home and before I know it, he’s sulking like a big baby! He then tells me that he’s really upset with me because he planned this whole day as a date and the next day he wants me to hang out with his family! Stupid female traveler got duped into a date! But this time, I had no friend to pretend call me to say that a family member had just been taken into hospital. Needless to say, the journey home was a little awkward and quiet. That’ll teach me to be so naïve.

But equally with that experience of the little misunderstanding, I got also meet someone that would teach me the basics of yoga and meditation and show me how to practice my breathing. I actually did my first head stand pose on the beach (yep, that famous one that Geri Halliwell was pictured doing back in her skinny yoga days) but with some help of course. This guy had just spent 2 months in an ashram and had also qualified as a yoga teacher. I spent about an hour practicing yoga with him on the beach and I don’t think I have ever experienced being so chilled from breathing and stretching. I’m converted now, when I go back to London, I’m going to practice Hatha yoga. I also got to ride on his motorbike through the winding roads that are beautifully lined with tall coconut trees and feel my hair flapping in the wind. I have to say, quiet a few of the lone travelers that I have met so far are super chilled and open minded, seems like people generally come to India for some spiritual awakening or have experienced it whilst being here.

Now the food, South Indian food is teamed with other flavors such as coconut. I think I prefer South Indian food over North Indian food. The food is lighter so the curries are less oily and not so thick, they use lots of seafood such as king fish and pomfret and I seen whole prawns bigger then the size of my hand which is just tasty! On top of that, the coconut alcohol is actually pretty good but is only about 3 or 4% so it’s pretty harmless.

So tonight, I’m back on the night train for 12 hours heading south towards Madurai to visit a temple and then having spoken to a few travelers, I’ll be heading back up north to Hampi to spend 3 or 4 days there.

The crazy ass Indian railway to Kochi

After sitting like a battery farmed chicken on the Indian Railway for 27 hours, I’ve convinced myself that I’m justified in taking the plane back up north for the extra ₤50 for the sake of my sanity. I boarded as fresh as a daisy and arrived in Kochi (Kerala) looking like I had been dragged the whole way here through the jungle. I was covered in sweat and various dust and dirt (probably shit) particles which stuck to me like glue. I’m not knocking the Indian railway system, I’d definitely recommend it for over night journeys, heck I even got to hang out of the door for a bit and chill with the locals who said they would pray for me to get married. But would I do another full 24 hours? Really have to think long and hard about that one.

Despite the agony of sitting in a sauna and then sleeping in a freezer at night, I got to see the landscape from Mumbai transform into the lush tropical vegetation that is Kochi, now I remembered why I had chosen to spend a month in India. Kochi is amazing so far, the heat here is pretty intense but the pace of life and the people are so much more relaxed compared to Mumbai. Mumbai was like London in its crowdedness but with the added humidity, the continuous wafting of various smells interchanging between food, burning incense and sewage. On top of this, you’re also dodging the cars and taxis as well as the people.

So a monkey also attempted to mug me when I was high up on some hill in Mumbai. Literally. I was enjoying a tranquil stroll after visiting my first temple and before I knew it, a monkey popped out of the trees and squared up to me and stared me out with its evil eyes. I was actually scared (even though he only came up to my knees) but it was proper aggressive as it tried to bully me for my bottle of water. I didn’t scream though, first instinct was to turn my back to it and it worked, even though I thought I was risking it jumping on my back and beating me to a pulp. I hate monkeys now; they are all little mofos, even though I am the year of the monkey.

I’m finally more accustomed to the climate and food now and I’m going to book some trips to see some villagers tomorrow. I’m then going to head further south to Madurai to see some ancient temples (boo hoo another train journey but at night, that’s OK). After that, I’m probably going to go to Goa and chill with some hippies. But right now, I really need a beer after that crazy ass ride and to chat to some travelers just to have a much needed rant.

Settling into Mumbai madness

I don't think I have ever been so shaky getting on a plane before but my mind was going at 100mph when the scale of what I was doing was finally dawning on me whilst I waited at Gatwick airport. Anyhow, there was no turning back and I landed in hot, humid and over-congested Mumbai the next day totally jet lagged. Hmmm...Mumbai, I haven’t seen many tourists 'so far and again, I think I'm the only Chinese person in India, so I'm thinking that Mumbai is a likely stop gap to better destinations. I checked into my budget accommodation and I'm slowly easing myself into what would be my lifestyle over the next four months - communal showers, hovering over toilets (although I think I'll be an expert at this in no time) and quickly locating the nearest pharmacy to buy bog roll.

Nothing too exciting yet, although I made my first local Goan 'friend' on the first day and he introduced me to masala dosa which is this gorgeous fried pancake with a potato filling and curry dip for less than 50p and went on to explain some useful traveling tips. He was then less friendly when I told him I was married and didn’t fancy going halves on a bag of ganja and monging out in the park with him. Haha! So I made my excuses and left. That would be my first taste of having to learn to keep my wits about me since I'm still convinced that I'm the only Chinese female (and person) in India.

Good news is that I bought my first train ticket today and I'm setting off to Kerala to take a tour on some boats in the jungle (it really is more visually interesting than how I am describing it). I thought that it was quite an achievement even though it took two hours to do (30 minutes to locate the stand and then 1 hour to wait and to stay patient because when it got to my turn, the assistant then said he was going on lunch) because let me tell you, India runs on ‘Indian timings' so patience is a virtue here. So I'm looking forward to cramming myself on the busiest train on the planet with the rest of the locals with my fat backpack and then spending the next 25 hours on the sleeper train taking in the breathtaking scenery that is Kerala.

What have I learnt so far? The 'real' average price of everything from water to bog roll and taxi rates to realising that Indian tea is the best. Oh, another plus is that it is so hot here, that I'm not hungry, so all those beer calories that I accumulated over the last 6 months will finally vanish away as I transform into a size 0! Yes!

Two weeks to go before Mumbai!

I've always enjoyed writing although I may not be particularly good at it, I've always enjoyed recording my experiences. In fact, I set up the company blog and was one of the main authors, so I would say that I am fairly qualified to write my own blog. So the story begins with me jacking in my job 2 weeks ago but long before that I had always dreamed of doing a lot more traveling and I'm not talking about the one or two week break to some sunny beach but the real traveling where all your senses are pushed to the limit and everyday becomes an unknown adventure.

I chose Asia because I've always been fascinated by it's culture, people and landscape, not forgetting to mention the amazing food. I knew I would be getting good food every single day for next to nothing. After a stint in India October last year, I pretty much made up my mind that I needed to go back and learn more. A lot more. I don't think Asia will be too hard to do too, especially for a 'first-timer.' To be honest on a scale of one to ten in terms of a difficulty rating, I think it would probably rank about five because it is pretty cheap, it has been well travelled by many, it has a good transportation system and I think it might also be a little bit more female-friendly compared to the other 'tougher' destinations.

I have to admit, It feels a little odd to not be in my usual work routine and yes, I am a little nervous but I think as soon as I step off of that plane in Mumbai, I think that sense of freedom and curiosity will hit me as instantly as the hot humid Indian heat. So here goes, let the adventure commence! By the way, if anyone has any recommendations for places to visit and stay in Mumbai, please feel free to share these!