February 3, 2017

India – Day 21 Migrating to Australia

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On the train yesterday was an advertisement that advertised migrating to Australia. Another of the questions you continually get asked is "where you from"? I got sick of answering that, so I started saying India. It got laughs, and largely I could then avoid answering the question. So after seeing the sign yesterday, I thought today was a good day to migrate to Australia – aka go home!
It would have been nice to sleep in past about 7am, but then even that is a sleep in based on the past few days.
Did a final pack, and said a final goodbye to some who were around. Grabbed some tiger balm for 35 rupees! 35. How cheap, and the pharmacy over the road from the hotel was very quaint. A nice old guy ran it, he struggled with English a bit, but you have to have to respect him for giving it a go. I can’t do two languages.

One cool thing in India is that many of the packaged products come printed with the price on it. Very handy for when those vendors try to rip you off (this guy didn’t). Back in Jaipur at a shop in the bazar, I had one guy trying to charge me more than what was recommended. One look at the packaging told you how much you should have been paying and he quickly agreed to the lower price.

Leaving the hotel involved ignoring the beggar harassing us as we got into the car, then ignoring the banging on the window of the car as we drove off.
There was some kind of mosaic tiled roundabout on the way, with a few different sporting scenes pictured. Not sure what it was. Possibly put there when the Commonwealth Games was on in Delhi.

The mosaic roundabout

The mosaic roundabout

The drive to the airport was uneventful, it was pretty quiet and we arrived 3 and a half hours early… There’s only so long you can spend in an airport that doesn’t have all that much shopping.

Diwali is next week. The festival of light. The signs at the airport encourage you to spread the light, goodness, joy and happiness of the festive season. We celebrate Christmas, something we shouldn’t allow to be eroded by political correctness if we follow the Indian example. Other religions in India don’t believe in diwali, but it’s still celebrated freely and publicly.

Diwali Decorations

Diwali Decorations

Did some shopping, using the last of my rupees: a few Indian food souvenirs, chocolate bars and mission accomplished. All rupees successfully disposed of! Wondered how the guy in front of us managed to get on with at least 3 over sized bags, and another 3. How can you carry that many, why does the airline allow it…

So India. A land of contrasts. Cows that roam the streets freely. Because cows are like a god here in the hindu religion. It originated when they wanted a way to stop the people killing them for meat. So they told them off the value they had: dairy, milk, curd, cheese etc and that it was wrong to kill them. Supposedly the cows routine is to visit the temple in the morning to get the morning offerings in feed, then they wander to the markets to eat the foodscraps, a way of not wasting anything, they then spend time next to the roadside to get fresh air and they wander home via the temple in the arvo. Problem with that is that the cows don’t realise that’s the routine they’re meant to be following, most don’t have homes and you don’t get fresh air near the roads, it’s really polluted here. The cows are commonly found picking over the piles of rubbish at any time of the day, ignoring the “routine” and what they’re supposed to do. Mostly the cows will wander on the roads and everyone just goes around them: very few even toot their horns at them. They’d probably ignore it anyway.

Elephant at the Airport - The elephant is also pretty special in India

Elephant at the Airport – The elephant is also pretty special in India

Now they’re everywhere and have really reached plague status, with many thin and or unhealthy. Hardly the way to treat a god!
Next to the cows are the dogs. They’re feral and also everywhere, found picking over the rubbish and wandering the streets. Then comes the pigs, not so many in Varanasi area, but everywhere in Jaipur and Delhi. Not sure how the pigs fit into Hinduism, I suspect the Muslims just followed the Hindus cow example.
Then if the cows, dogs or pigs aren’t picking over the rubbish, you’ll see humans doing it. The level of poverty is high, many barely surviving. Ads in the paper would often have a photo of a body found at a train station, asking who the dead person was. I suspect many would go unidentified.

The food overall was pretty good, I think the hottest food I was served was on the planes, so if you don’t like hot food, you’ll still be ok in India.

And that was India. The plane arrived pretty much on time, I zipped through customs and then back to reality – quiet, smooth roads, peace and quiet, no horns and many many less people!


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