There is no way for us to show you what it is really like to be here. We've survived Kolkata for 3 days now. Before we landed here, we thought we were becoming wisened and even partially hardened travellers, but we were wrong. Cairo and Bangkok are a nice warm up for Kolkata, but are TAME compared to this place. There are so many images and smells (namely urine) that we haven't been able to photograph, but if you want to try to imagine it, go sit in your local Husky Truck Stop bathroom, blare a car horn constantly in your ear, and have somebody persistently try to sell you something you don't want. Sorry, we don't want to say that we're not enjoying ourselves, but that we have to put a little bit more effort into things. Everything, actually. Now that we have that off our chest, we can show you some of our discoveries so far...
The bus at the top is your average Kolkatan public transport bus. You only need to imagine it with a blasting horn, belching black smoke, and driving at breakneck speeds into large crowds of people who move out of the way at the last second, or jump on while it's still moving. On the back, there is usually a boldly painted sign that says: "DANGER - PLEASE HONK!" These cabs are everywhere. It's not just the cabs that look like 1950's gangsters; almost all the cars are vintage. Their horns work very well also.
The Victoria Memorial is a beautiful, and tranquil place. A left-over from British colonial times, the gardens are where all the young couples go to hold hands and wear their Sunday best, and walk around the Reflection Pond. It was such a nice break from the hecticness of the streets.
Our current room is on an ubiquitous backpacker street, called Sudder St. We find it quite difficult to stay here because of the massive poverty. Young girls will follow you asking for milk for their babies, and these rickshah pullers live in their carts. It seems inhumane to hire them, and equally to not, as that is their source of meagre income. This one at least has sandals, most do not.
Kolkatans love to play cricket and have family picnics at a huge park called The Maidan. There are cricket clubs all over, so we stayed and watched them for a while, trying to figure out the game. Alas, with terms like "sticky wicket", it was hard to put it together.
Our favourite aspect of India so far is the food. We LOVE it! We usually don't know what to expect when we order off any menu, but so far we have been pleasantly surprised, almost every time. The only time things don't work out, is when you go for one of your familiar favourites from home, such as milkshakes, which look much better than they taste. We've also learned that "mango lassis" are not actually Indian. You can get a great one in Edmonton at any Indian restaurant, but here you can only choose between sweet or salted lassi. BTW, a lassi is a blended yogourt drink. The huge things in the picture above are dosas. Tear it off with your RIGHT hand and dip it in the sauces. Deeelish!
He has a mattress on his head. Wherever you look, you'll see someone carrying some impossible load on their head. Today we saw a guy with 10 huge bricks balanced on top.
India is India because of it's people. Colourful. We'll try to capture the energy of this place for you to see, since this post paints a very calm picture. We've found it to be anything but calm, but in the midst of it all, it's often hard to pull out a camera. If you stop for a moment, someone will approach you and ask you, "Excuse me kind sir. What is your qualification?" And on goes travelling in India..
T & K

