Goodbye India

This is the last post I'll make from India. We've done a lot in the past week - We had three nights in Varanasi. Hotel sunrise where we were staying was full of backpackers and we made quite a few friends there sitting around in the communal rooftop area eating, drinking and listening to music. There wasn't a great deal to see in Varanasi other than the Ganges and a few temples and we ticked them all off with a package tour deal from the hotel including a sunset boat ride, sunrise boat ride and temple tour for Rs. 250 - not bad value there. The morning we went on the sunrise cruise, I had been up till 4am playing chess with one of the other backpackers at the hotel, then had to be up at 5.30 again for the sunrise. After we got back from the boat I went back to bed, so the boatride seems like it happened in a dream. There wasn't much of a view of the sun anyway, it was quite cold and foggy (or was it smog??). We had a brief tour of the Varanasi University and it's temple, the Mother India temple with a huge map of India with 3D elevation sculpted from marble, and the local Monkey temple (there's lots of those!)

We left Varanasi at 6pm one night and arrived in Jaipur at 4pm the next day (the 22hr train ride was only meant to be 17hr...dodgy). We met up with Joel Tuckett the next morning (he had just flown up from Goa) and he has been with us since. An Israeli girl from the hotel in Varanasi called Maayan was also on her way to Pushkar so she was travelling with us too. We were offered a free ride to a nightclub by someone we think was in the Mafia. We stopped at a different club and the guy asked us to change cars, so we just thanked him and went in to that one. It was a really good 'western' club and we had heaps of fun (and scotch hehe) . We had booked a bus for the next morning at 9am but due to alcohol we only woke at 11. We quickly re-booked our bus to Pushkar for 1pm and rushed to make it - all of us sporting naaasty hangovers. The busride was on a really good tollroad in a really nice tourist bus with plenty of head and leg room which Kev and I were thankful for.

Pushkar is a small town situated on a lake north of Ajmer. It is renowned for its shopping and we did plenty of that. The morning after we got there we climbed 'Snake Mountain' for some great views and then hit the shops with our wallets full of cash (which we were lucky to get - the only ATM in the town was out of order so we had to get cash from a western union). We said goodbye to Maayan and hopped on an overnight bus to Agra, the home of the Taj Mahal. We had 'beds' on the bus but it was so cold we didn't sleep much (I had my sleeping bag so I was ok but Kev had to put on all the clothes he had bought in Pushkar to stop himself freezing - he had his feet in his bag to keep them warm!)

We met up with Georgie again on a rooftop restaurant overlooking the Taj just after the sun had risen. It really is an impressive sight. We'd heard that it was better to see the Taj at sunset, so we spent the morning at the almost-as-impressive Agra Fort, a 20 min walk from the Taj. We entered the Taj precinct about 3pm (along with half of India) and chilled out in the grounds until the sun started to set. As we weren't staying in Agra, we headed to the train station. Our train was delayed 2 hours and we finally made it to Delhi around 1am, cold and tired. Suzie and Jenna joined us yesterday morning and we spent the day yesterday catching up on stories and doing more shopping. We went to a great textbook emporium and stocked up for the academic year at prices about 10% what we'd pay at home. Admittedly, we had to pay a king's ransom to send them home, but the total was still a great deal.

Tonight the fantastic five parts company for the last time. Suzie is heading to Helsinki, I'm off to Thailand, Kev is going home to Canada, and Jenna, Georgie and Joel are heading back to Oz. It's been an amazing 2 months in this part of the world - I'm never going to forget it. Seeing how excited the others are to get home makes me a little jealous, and I am going to miss everyone over Christmas and New Years. Very excited about Thailand though :)

All the very best to all for Christmas and New Years, wherever you are in the world, and I can't wait to catch up with everyone when I get back on Jan 9th.

Namaste!

Back to India

Hello again

We're now in Varanasi, the city on the Ganges, in India. After Pokhara we made the overland trek over two days by bus to get here. After an 8 hour busride from Pokhara to Senaouli on the Nepal-India border, we took another busride 20km to the birthplace of Buddha, Lumbini. This consists of the actual birthplace of Buddha preserved under a temple, and various Buddhist temples from many different coutries. An American buddhist nun told us that we could stay at the Korean temple for nothing but a donation of our choosing, so we accepted. They provided a great meal of Korean food, and after wandering around the site and seeing some temples, etc we organised our busride for the next day. It was the last day of a 10-week festival around Buddha's birthday, so there were monks and nuns from all over the world camped out in huge tent cities around the place. The actual birthplace was surrounded by thousands of candles (the Festival of 100,000 lights apparently) and was really beautiful.

Our bus left Senouli at 7.30 the next day so we got a taxi at 6 and crossed the border back into India, which was very lax. Plenty of people with guns, but not a great deal of security. Turns out we had booked on a government bus, and it was an absolute sh*t-heap of a bus. The roads were absoutely terrible for the first few hours, and some of the seats broke from the vibrations. For about an hour of driving through a dense forest, we were thrown about a foot in the air every few seconds and it was going to be a long day... after that the roads improved and after an exhausting 13 hours on the bus, we arrived in Varanasi last night. After checking our results at the nearest internet place, we followed this guy around the narrow alleys of the old city on the banks of the Ganges trying places (from Lonely Planet). The first two were full, so we relented and went to the place the rickshaw driver had been touting all along (we just wanted to sleep, we didn't have the energy to avoid being duped...). Turns out Hotel Sunrise is actually quite nice...the hot shower was a too-long-awaited treat :)

Tonight we are going on a sunset boat ride along the Ganges to see the Ghats, and again in the morning for the sunrise. Tomorrow we're also going on a temple tour of about 5 temples in the area...both boat tours and the temple tour are only going to set us back Rs 200 - about $6. Bargain.

Just uploaded photos from the trek too, so sink your eyes into those juicy shots and enjoy.

Think I'll go and wash away my sins in the Ganges.

Annapurna Sanctuary Trek - High in the Himalaya with Hari

Namaste!!!

Well, we survived. Now back in Pokhara after a week of the most amazing scenery I have ever seen. Following is a day-by-day description of the trek. Enjoy.

DAY 1 - 29 NOV - Kathmandu to Pokhara
Up early to catch the bus to Pokhara. 7 hour busride through some increasingly mountainous terrain. Arrived in Pokhara around 4pm. Stayed at Kiwi Guest House. Wandered around Fewa Lake for a bit taking happy snaps, then had some dinner at the hotel, before hitting the 'town'. It's a pretty happening place in the high season, but as its trekking shoulder season now there weren't that many tourists about. Saw an awesome live band at Club Paradiso, we were the only audience! Played a bit of pool, sunk the white off the black too many times.

DAY 2 - 30 NOV - Pokhara to Landrung
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Up early to watch the sunrise over the Annapurna range from the roof of the hotel. Bus to our trekking start point, Pedhi (means 'low place'). First hour or so was straight up steps. Lunch at Dhampus, introduced to our staple food for the next 5 days : Dahl Baht (rice with dahl, which is a sort of soup with grains and some vegies in it, also with a nice vegie curry). After lunch, continued to Landrung, where we stayed in our first guesthouse for the trip, the Maya Guest House. Dinner: Dahl Baht (awsome!) After dinner watched Enter the Dragon and a Hindi movie called 'Hey Baby' which was obviously based (almost directly) on 3 Men and a Baby. Loved its originality.

DAY 3 - 1 DEC - Landrung to Sinuwa
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Left Landrung 7.30am. Morning was spent on stone steps going a long way down, then a long way back up the other side of the valley. Arrived in Sinuwa (2275m) at 3pm. Stayed at the Hilltop Lodge. Best Dahl Baht so far for dinner. Sinuwa is perched high atop a ridge and gave great views of the valley we had just walked up and also the valley leading up to the base of Macchupare and then on towards Annapurna Base Camp (4130m) which was our ultimate destination. At night we could see the lights of all the small villages along the trails on both sides of the valley stretching off into the distance - very pretty.

DAY 4 - 2 DEC - Sinuwa to Annapurna Base Camp (ABC)
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Woke 6.30am for sunrise. Brunch (Dahl Baht) at Bamboo . We were still a long way from ABC, but Hari our guide thought that the weather was going to get worse so if we didn't make it to ABC today we would see nothing but cloud once we did get there. So we decided to do the unthinkable...go for ABC in one day from Sinuwa. They said it couldn't be done! The entire day was uphill, which made it pretty tough going, but it was along the base of the valley, not straight up the hillsides, so it wasn't too steep thankfully. Early in the afternoon we left the trees behind and were now walking surrounded by nothing by apline grass and rock. Snow started to appear in the shadows and a few of the waterfalls we passed were frozen, so it was obviously getting cold! We didn't really notice...walking uphill all day tends to keep you warm. Hari made sure we had our headlamps working before we decided to push for ABC. We arrived at Machhapuchhre Base Camp (MBC) at 3pm, then trudged on up the valley to ABC, arriving at 4.45pm, just before sunset (it gets dark pretty early in the shadow of the mountains). It was a huge day of walking and we were really stoked to make it all the way to ABC. We were the only tenants at the Sanctuary Lodge. Dahl Baht again for dinner...after dinner we sat in the dining room with some locals (who run the lodge) and listened to music (some ours, some theirs). Kev hit a massive wall at about 6.30pm (altitude suspected), had a nap and returned soon after, reinvigorated. We'd bought a bottle of Royal Stag scotch in Chhomrung on the way up and it was just the thing to keep us warm. In the dining room of most of the high camps, they have blankets hanging down from the sides of the table which you put your legs under, and they have a kerosene heater under the table to keep your legs warm. It's the only heating there is in any of the places - all the buildings are very simple, drafty and cold stone buildings and you even pay Rs. 50 for the privilege of warming your legs up. Altitude didn't really seem a problem on the walk up to ABC, but once we were there we all felt a bit stupid, and I was having a little bit of trouble putting sentences together (it could have been the scotch). We went to bed at about 7.45pm (thats late in Mountain Time). Hari suggested we push three beds together to stay warm, an idea brilliantly suggested by saying : "Lets sleep three-gether for warmth". 'Three-gether' entered our vocabulary (and any other derivative...five-gether, six-gether, etc).

DAY 5 - 3 DEC - ABC to Sinuwa
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Up at first light - got a few good glimpses of mountains between the clouds, which Hari had correctly predicted would arrive today. Ridiculously cold!! Hari took us up about 10m walk uphill from the camp to the edge of the Annapurna glacier which was amazing! Kev and I both neglected to bring our gloves and after 10minutes out in the open at 4130m our hands were numb. We set off back down the hill at 8am, and at that moment a blizzard started. We trudged downhill (thankfully not uphill) with snow coming in horizontally for about an hour, then it calmed from a blizzard to just heavy snow. The further we went down, the lighter the snow got, until eventually it had turned to sleet, and then just plain rain. The waterproof jacket I'd hired in Pokhara showed its true colours (it was NOT waterproof) - by the end of the day I had water running down my arms inside my jacket and dripping off my fingertips. As if taunting us, the sun showed its face for the first time right as we were walking into Sinuwa (our camp for the night) at about 4pm. We tried to dry everything (literally EVERYTHING got wet - even inside the packs) under the table with limited success. Played chess in the dining room till late - had the Tomato and Cheese Pizza of the year for dinner (probably because we'd had nothing but Dahl Baht until that point!). Slept threegether.

DAY 6 - 4 DEC - Sinuwa to Jhinu
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Left Sinuwa 8.15am - down a lot of steps, then up about the same number (one staircase had 388 steps in a row - counting is a good distraction) Lunch at Chhomrung. Spent all afternoon walking down steep, steep steps to Jhinu. 20 min from the hotel (Jhinu Guest House) there are natural hot springs next to the river. We took some beers down with us and had a very relaxing hot bath surrounded by mountain views. This was the first 'shower' we'd had since leaving Pokhara so it was all the more refreshing! After our spa, we climbed back up to Jhinu and chilled on the roof of the hotel for the sunset with perfectly clear skies - a very relaxing afternoon was very appreciated after the past two intense days of trekking. Hari beat Kev at chess.

DAY 7 - 5 DEC - Jhinu to Seuli Bazar
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Left Jhinu 7.45am. Walked along the river down the valley all morning. Break at New Bridge. We met up with a Korean guy who we had met on the way up to ABC who was coming back down quickly because he thought he may have broken his wrist and needed to get back to Pokhara quickly. He walked with us until lunch at Bee Hive View Guest House in Kiwi. Out of gratitude for his help, the dude gave Hari his watch, which Hari was (and is) pretty stoked about! Dahl Baht got the thumbs down from Hari. Luckly I had the mixed noodles (turns out the tuna wasn't off...luckily). Played chess in a clearing on the way to Seuli Bazar.

DAY 8 - 6 DEC - Seuli Bazar to Pokhara
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"Slowly slowly" (Hari's saying of the week) headed to New Bridge (a different one than yesterday). Passed through the Maoist checkpoint and got through showing our receipt from the checkpoint on day 2. As we later discovered, a Swiss guy had been beaten at the same Maoist checkpoint an hour before we got there, sustaining moderate head injuries (it was in the paper the next day). Apparently he had been unwilling to pay and was in the mood to fight. The Maoists sticks changed his tune...we had nothing but smiles though. Lesson learned today : pay your Maoist taxes, don't get a broken head. Arrived at the bus stop at Naya Pul (Naya Bridge) then jumped on the bus for a sleepy but picturesque 2 hr bus ride back to Pokhara. Stayed at Kiwi Guest House again. Took a rowboat out on Fewa Lake in the afternoon, saw the Barahi Temple on an island in the middle of the lake. Headed to the other side for beers overlooking sunset on the Annapurna Range. Dinner at Boomerang restaurant, saw some Nepali dancing and singing. Scotch, scotch, scotch. I love scotch. Saw our favourite live band again at Paradiso bar (and played some more pool).

DAY 9 - 7 DEC - Chillin in Pokhara

Got back on the net to check the emails and reassure everyone we're still alive, burned all the photos of the trek onto a DVD for Hari. Walked about an hour around Pokhara to Davis' Falls, which is a 100 foot waterfall into a hole in the ground, followed by a 500m underground water flow. Saw another temple in a cave next to the falls. Got back to the hotel and rested until dinner at the hotel. Had a few more beers, headed out to hit the town again, but the turnout was a bit poor and Hari was a bit sick so we headed back for an early night.

Namaste Nepal!

Writing to you all now from Kathmandu, Nepal!

The night after my last post, Kev and I checked out the bar scene in Bangalore...which, while better than that of Oddan or dare I say it our beloved Dindigul, was not all that crash hot. That said, there were women in (most) of the bars (shock!) and noone was staring at them. Not too much, anyway.

A very strange thing happened to us as we were walking from the rickshaw to our hotel. In a side alley just near our hotel, there was a stage set up, and people were crammed in and on the stage listening to music and dancing and generally being merry. We walked in being the tourists we are, cameras at the ready, and a helpful local with good English told us that it was a celebration of the local language (and the cultural differences that go along with it) for the Bangalore area. A local moviestar was on stage singing, but his celebrity was soon overshadowed by ours, as we were (forcefully) danced with and pushed up on stage. We were a bit drunk and had no idea really what was going on, but the crowd loved it and about 30 people jumped up on stage to have their photo with us and the movie star. Very bizarre...but also very unique. The helpful guy said that not many westerners would ever see this sort of celebration.

Anyway, the next day was spent in transit (mostly waiting around in Kolkata airport which is really quite crap for a city of 7 million or so...). We arrived in Kathmandu at about 4pm and we were met by Ram, the manager of the Yeti Guest House in Thamel, the hip and happening tourist area of Kathmandu. A friend of Kev's has stayed and trekked with him six times, including one 6-month stay, and he came highly recommended. His organisation of our trek (starting tomorrow) explained why. He organised absolutely everything, and has given us a very good price for the 10 days, as well as only charging us AU$3.50 per night to stay in his guest house for the last three nights!

We spent yesterday sifting through the mountains of trekking gear on sale here (mostly fake we suspect - at these prices!) and stocked up on supplies. Apart from a few more small things to get in Pokhara tomorrow, we're set.

Today we did the world's second highest bungy jump - and I have never been so scared and/or excited! It was from a steel suspension bridge 160m above a gorge and a raging river. I also did a canyon swing from the bridge - the world's highest. http://www.bungynepal.com/ It was one of the craziest and most exciting things I've ever done - I'm definietly going to do it again!

Getting late here, so I'll sign off. Tomorrow we're off to Pokhara to start a 10-day trek called the Annapurna Sanctuary. Can't wait! Not sure whether there's any internet in the mountains (prob not) so I'll update (with photos) after we get back!

-S

Farewell Oddan, we'll miss you

Well, we've left Oddanchatram never (probably, but who knows?) to return. After heading in to 'work' for a couple of hours yesterday morning we packed up our gear and headed to Dindigul (did I mention we love Dindigul?). Leaving our packs locked up at the train station, we had a bit of a wander and came across a very nice hotel restaurant with A/C where we sat and relaxed a bit with some ice-creams (three of us had what was called on the menu a 'Funny Hug' - no idea why - it was only funny because it was called a hug and it was really just fruit salad and icecream..strange).

With about an hour to kill before they started serving dinner, we went outside for a wander of the surrounding area. The sun was just about to set at this point. We still had a few flowerpots and crackers left over from Diwali that we had to get rid of, so we let a few off in a sidestreet near the hotel. Then the most bizarre thing happened. Fireworks started going off all over the town and within literally ten minutes of leaving the hotel, all the local doorsteps were lit up with small oil lamps illuminating beautiful chalk drawings that the locals had drawn. Everyone started spilling out into the street and lighting fireworks and before we knew it we were in the middle of WWIII. A young Indian bloke told me that it was yet another Hindu festival being celebrated (just looked it up - its called Dev Diwali), and handed us all sparklers. We wandered around the small alleys and markets avoiding the crackers for about an hour and the effect of the lamps in the dark, with a full moon overhead was simply stunning. A very unexpected treat for our last night in the state of Tamil Nadu.

Kev and I got the overnight train to Bangalore and we're spending the day here, before flying to Nepal in the morning. The girls left us having to get a bus to Madurai in order to catch a train to Nagercoil in the south. Bangalore is a very westernised city, complete with bars that sell alcohol (and allow women, in fact some places won't let in blokes without female 'chaperones'), dancefloors and all the big brand shopping you can handle. We had pizza for lunch - apparently we were craving some non-Indian food after our 4 weeks in the back of beyond - it tasted soo good :) Can't wait to get stuck into some Nepali food starting tomorrow!

Thanks for dropping by!

Clinics, Kodaikanal, the Dreaded Delhi Belly and Dindigul (again)

DWDB : 3 (the inevitable finally happened...ugh...think I'll stop putting this on the posts now, you get the point)

Here goes, this will probably be the last post from our elective home base of 'Oddan'. The fabulous five are going our seperate ways tomorrow night, when Kev and I head North to Bangalore on our way to Nepal, and the girls head south to...somewhere (not sure if they know yet) to eventually end up in Kerala, Goa and Delhi before we all fly out of India in late December.

Last thursday Kev, Georgie and I went along to the second of our village clinic visits. We had been expecting to head up into the mountains but on arriving at the clinic it turned out to be only about 10km from the hospital in a small lowlying village off the main road. The clinic here was much more established than the Gandhi Nagar clinic we visited last Tuesday, as it's been in use for about 15 years. There were three doctors at the clinic and it was bigger and more organised than the shed of the previous clinic. After spending the morning sitting in on patient examinations and getting a few explanations from the doctors, we had lunch in a little building about 100m away which was used as the nurses quarters for the clinic. We had a packed lunch from the mess, but the nurses ('sisters') served us some of their curry lunch which they'd warmed up in the kitchen. After lunch it is traditional around here to have a bit of a kip, so after cleaning up the nurses got out some straw mats and started to lie down on the floor. We had been playing cards over lunch so we thought the noise may not be welcome if they were trying to sleep, so why not have a sleep too? As Kev and I were the only guys in the room, we weren't sure if it was kosher for us to lie down on the same mats as the nurses. Although they can all speak english, they only do so when necessary and otherwise they seem a little too shy to communicate with us other than the odd 'excuse me' if we're in the way on the ward. So when we lay down to have said nap, there was a lot of hushed whispering and giggling amongst the nurses. We didn't really know what was going on and we ended up laughing too, about what we're not sure, but the whole room ended up in hysterics for a few minutes...all about apparently nothing! It was a little strange... We headed back to Oddan at about 4.30.

Thursday night at about 4.30 the inevitable happened. Delhi Belhi finally took it's fourth victim of five (me). Somehow, apart from a bit of a sore throat, Kev has managed to avoid getting sick this whole time. Guts of steel. I was pretty pleased that I'd made it nearly three weeks without getting sick. Needless to say I took Friday off and Kev headed in to surgery outpatients for our last day in surgery.

We decided to skip town early on saturday and take a long weekend away in the mountains at a place called Kodaikanal. It's at almost the same altitude as Mt Kosciuzko, so it was pretty cool up there. The bus ride was very picturesque, but took 3.5 hours to make the 65km trip from Palani to Kodai. Just when we thought we couldn't go any higher, the bus would turn around another ridge and keep on climbing...when we finally arrived in Kodai at about 3pm, the bus was crammed full of people, a lot of whom had brought with them huge sacks of fruit and veg to sell at the markets, and these were stacked three deep almost the entire length of the bus. The legroom in these buses leaves a little to be desired, so it was quite an uncomfortable trip. The views made it alright though, just.

We spent the afternoon exploring Kodai while at the same time looking for somewhere to stay. In the middle of Kodai is a beautiful man-made lake (lake Kodaikanal), surrounded by market stalls, horseriding, bike riding and some really nice lookout spots. Kodai is quite a touristy spot, even for Indians, and there were a lot of Indians around taking photos looking almost as touristy as us which was a relief because it meant we were able to enjoy a bit more anonymity than back home in Oddan ('the five whiteys from the hospital'). When the sun went down it got quite cold (well, probably only about 12 degrees, but it was cold compared to Oddan). None of us had really come prepared, so we bought the ugliest cheapest jumpers we could find at a streetside stand (see the photos, you'll agree). The all-knowing Lonely Planet had informed us of a great restaurant that did western-style meals including Pizza, and we eagerly searched it out only to find it closed for the winter. Somebody said "I know a nice little Indian place..." and we ate there, a little disappointed at the lack of pizza on the menu.

On Sunday morning we did a five hour trek with a local guide starting at 7.30am. The mountains around Kodai are very very steep and beautiful and I guess the best way to tell you about them is to just let you see for yourself. We arrived back in town around 2.30 and headed to a local Tibetan restaurant for lunch. We had a great (non C&R!) meal of chowmein and dumplings. After a bit of a nap back at the hotel (watching crap daytime TV on cable....ahhh TV) we wandered around the lake checking out the markets and just enjoying the fresh mountain air. After dinner Jenna and Suzie got massages at a local parlour. Apparently the masseuses really weren't shy and when they said full body massage they meant it! George, Kev and I walked back up the hill towards the hotel only to come across a big group of Indian college students from out of town having a dance party in front of their hotel around a big fire. Some guys came and tried to talk to us about Australia (cricket) and tried to get us to dance. They were very keen to show us their dance moves, and I think Georgie might have preferred if we hadn't told them all that she was not married. They suddenly became even more interested in what is apparently quite a strange sight for an Indian man : a white woman in Indian clothing (they all stare unashamedly at the girls, no matter how rude it seems to us...it must be pretty unnerving!). We went back to the hotel, and Jenna and Suzie soon arrived back covered in oil and looking relaxed, if not a little disturbed.

On monday morning we went for a 'swan about' on the lake in pedal powered Swan-boats. We had lunch at the Tibetan place again (I got a very watery vegetable soup - my stomach wasn't really agreeing with much at this point) and then wandered around a bit more before getting on the bus back to Oddan. The bus trip home only took 3.5 hours (as opposed to 5 on the way) and because it wasn't the weekend it wasn't full of tourists or people with stuff to sell at market.

Tuesday afternoon we tried to book train tickets online for our trip to Bangalore but failed miserably so we made another impromptu trip to Dindigul (we love Dindigul) and organised our tickets with no fuss at the train station (and we had to pick up our flight tickets from the travel agent too). The girls came with Kev and I and we showed them the bar we'd been to last week and introduced them to our barman friend, who insisted on more photos with us (what is their obsession with cameras!?) We had dinner and a few drinks in yet another bar, this one a rundown dirty room behind a 'Wine Shop' next to the busstop. Not a classy establishment at all and the men in there (there were only men) seemed flabergasted at the sight of three women in their bar. Once again, everyone stared, but this time it was the leering, unsteady stare of men who'd had a few too many cheap Indian whiskys. There were signs on the wall in Tamil with exclamation marks at the end everywhere you looked...they may have said "No women allowed!" but we weren't to know. Guess if anything we provided the locals with a bit of entertainment...haha!

This week Suzie and I have been in the ICU which has been quite interesting. I've been reading a lot of ECG's, learning about various poisonings and discussing with the consultant the significance of various clinical findings. Dr Suni was a little aloof at first (because we're only first year) but once he realised what our level of knowledge was he's become a bit more accommodating. We've been going on rounds with him every morning and seem some interesting cases, however most of them are heart or lung problems (MI or COPD).

This week we've had meetings with Meena (our preceptor) and the medical superintendent and his wife had us over after dinner on wednesday to meet us which was nice. He is the son of the hospital's founder (it was founded in 1955) and is a psychiatrist, and his wife is an ENT specialist. We've almost organised all the paperwork that needs to be filled out before we leave and tomorrow we're going in for rounds in the morning then packing up and heading to Dindigul for the afternoon and catching our trains at about 9pm tomorrow.

Walking down the main street yesterday with Suzie, we were actually a little sad to be leaving this place. It's been such a great experience, unlike anything we (certainly I) have experienced before, and it will surely never be forgotten. The people here are so nice, despite all the hardships in their lives, and have made us feel nothing but welcome. I can't say I'll miss the hard beds and the 5am call to prayer from the local mosque waking me up, but other than that Oddan will be missed.

So begins the next chapter : climbing the Nepal Himalaya!

Haven't got time to add photos to the blog now, but there are new one's here!


You stay classy San Diego

Oddan On a Shoestring

DWDB : 17

Last night we had a very cheap and very entertaining night on the town in Oddanchatram (Oddan for short). We had Brota and Curry from a nice veg restaurant across the road for the grand total of 17 rupee (Rs.17 = AU50cents - all you can eat too!). Then we went to the cinema again, this time to see an 'action' movie, for Rs.20 (60cents). So a delicious all you can eat meal and a 3.5 hour movie set us back less than a buck fifty. (AFTERTHOUGHT: Kev and I also had barber shaves that day at our 'local' - we've been going a few times since - for the ridiculously low price of Rs.15 (50c). So a shave, dinner and a movie for two bucks! Sweeeeet)

The movie we saw (don't ask me what it was called, but it had a guy called 'The Boss' in it...thats all we could figure out) was better than the last one, but to almost the same formula (still in Hindu, dubbed in Tamil). The dance scenes were amazing, and there had obviously been some serious rupees spent on this one. Once again, the fair damsel in distress was won over by some seriously good dancing scenes with 100+ dancers and a few awesome fight scenes. If only it were that easy!

Spent the day in surgery today, saw some toe amputations which were pretty cool. Off to a mountain station about an hour away tomorrow for one of the hospital's 'village clinics'.