Dena’s Birthday!

Dec 02, 2016 by Dena in Dena's Blog Posts, India, James' Blog

They say it’s your birthday…It’s my birthday too!

Or it was, yesterday. And a fine birthday it was, with a couple hiccups. What’s a hiccup to the will-to-enjoy, though? Hmm…there have been a lot of “will to…” type statements made, but am I the first to declare the will to enjoy?

Not a chance.

Okay, so it was my (Dena’s) birthday and we went to the beach.

ArabianSea

I wanted to put my feet in the sand and I put them in the sand of the Arabian Sea, mothafucka!

Rich, reddish brown sand – but I don’t know why. I understand black sands beaches and white sand beaches. Gotta figure this one out.

DugOut

After we walked for many a kilometer, we caught a ride from an auto-rickshaw driver who let us out without charging us because he didn’t have a shirt. He was wearing a shirt, but not the usual tan color button down. Yep, still in a foreign land.

Then we argued with a bunch more auto-rickshaw drivers and stalked off in rejection saying, Uber muthafucka, and one followed us agreeing to do the trip for meter plus Rs. 10 (for the return trip).

So we went to the Kappi Shop, where our friends, formerly known as the Fam (Bijoy and Soumia), gave me a birthday papaya.

Birthday

This piece of fruit came from the tree just outside their restaurant (called a hotel here…it gets easier). When they had us over for thali lunch during the hartal, most of the food we ate came from the 12 acres of land around their house. When they gave me a birthday present, it was from the tree 20 feet from where I sat.

I fucking love this place.

Ripe

To make quick work of the hiccup…bad dinner, complaint letter, immediate response and refund.

Yep.

And happy birthday to me!

LocalStar


Relativity

Nov 28, 2016 by Dena in Dena's Blog Posts, India, James' Blog

We’ve only been here a week.

Us Reflected

We’ve established what we’re doing, where, how…got a dentist, found a tattoo artist…made some friends and been adopted by a wonderful family.

The Fam

This is Bijoy, Soumia, and their children, whom we’ve been directed to call Appu and Ammu. I’m wearing jasmine flowers from their front yard, tied together with a strip from a dried coconut palm leaf. Soumia pulled it from a tree in their yard and showed me how to make the garland.

We’ve walked about 30 km.

James

We’ve eaten some amazing food, and we’ve reintegrated ourselves as part of the community of Kerala.

Dena

We’re sleeping full nights and we’re slowing down on the food, shedding the feeling that we have to eat everything we see because the opportunity might disappear.

Since we met Prakash, it’s been in the back of our minds that going into business together could be a good thing. The most obvious thing from our point of view is boating. As we stated before, the industry of sailing is practically nonexistent on the West Coast of India south of Mumbai. There are major changes coming to Kerala with the international seaport they’re putting in at Vizhinjam and the new highway that’s passing through to hook those containers into the marketplace.

We think it would be a wise investment to establish a recreational sailing community in this beautiful place. We don’t see any signs that there’s anyone more qualified to start a club than us. We’re excited about it, good at it, and the market is wide open.

Maybe we could make a better boat club than this one.

Akkulam Boat

With all the terrible shit going on in the US, maybe it is time to start thinking outside the country in a more enduring way.

For now, though, the primary concern is getting James the new teeth he needs.


Our Dogs are Barking

Nov 22, 2016 by Dena in Dena's Blog Posts, India, James' Blog

AkkulamReflect

To explain 5 days of travel is as tedious as the travel itself. We were in the middle of the airplane and, on the train, we had the only fogged up window and couldn’t see anything. We didn’t really experience the travel on that wide-eyed brilliance level. Just plane, train, boom.

Of course, the day before we took off for all this travel, the Indian PM, Modi, recalled all the 500 and 1000 rupee bills. This created long lines at every single ATM and most of them ran out of hundreds and twenties before we hit the ground. We used our last $8 to tip the taxi driver in Mumbai. Good tip, except the hassle involved in changing it. We figured it was no big deal since the train ticket included food.

Wrong.

It seems that’s only on the Rajdhani and Shatabdi trains, not the Netravati. We didn’t find this out until we’d already eaten 6 meals and the porter came to us with a request for Rs. 685.

Um. Sorry, dude, got no money.

That was the wrong answer, of course, but he did us a solid and agreed to pay the fee himself if we paid him back once we arrived in Trivandrum (officially Thiruvananthapuram, but I’ll use the local version: TVM).

Two empty bank machines later, we finally got him his money, got in Prakash’s car, and were whisked away to the not-quite home of our dreams.

Prakash, who paid cash for this apartment in 2006 before it was built, intended it as an investment. The investment went tits up. The builder went broke, transferred construction to another company, which went broke twice before not quite finishing it. This is a 16-story building quite literally in the middle of nowhere planted on top of a blown-up rock. Which is only better than our sinking suspicion that it was placed on marsh, since we’re staring over a clogged up lake.

OurDigs

That’s us.

He’s in the middle of a lawsuit over the shoddy construction, which makes it unlivable. Yep.

Don’t get us wrong. It’s got beautiful marble tile floors, solid teak doors with matching teak trim (in the traditional Indian fashion), lovely views, and three bedrooms, each with their own baths. We have 1 large round table and 4 chairs, 2 beds, and what we brought with us on our backs. It is more than adequate for our purposes here in India.

As we discovered last time we were here, some neighbors live like this:

SomeLikeThis

While just the other side of the building is another neighbor living like this:

LikeThis

Those purposes: to get James’s dental work done and to write our next bestseller.

Day 1. Get our shit together.

Prakash borrowed a car from his sister to pick us up because he thought we’d have more than two backpacks and one shoulder bag. We dropped the car back at her place and she fed us appam and stew. That was the exact kind of meal we’d wanted and never gotten last time we were here – a traditional meal, home-cooked by a gracious and lovely chechi (Malayalam for sister, used fondly for women roughly the same age and pronounced chay-chee). Both our hosts were fantastic.

We went from there to a super-store – kind of like a mall – 6 floors of total outrageously priced insanity. Shell-shocked, jet-lagged, and battered by sound (oh, and a bit hungover from the fun we had with Prakash), we made that trip as short as possible (aka not short enough). We got out with 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 3 pairs of underwear, 1 churidar, and some household odds and ends…and without a significant sum of money.

GetUsedToThis

Get used to this, America. This is your future. You might not know it, but here’s what the people of the world think about T-Rump’s election: “The white people are very happy.” –Rita chechi

Prakash went to his club to see friends and we utilized the pool. After the long, sticky day, it was wonderfully refreshing in the middle of the night. We do live in a jungle, after all, and it’s nearly 80 degrees at night.

Day 2. Dentist.

First, chai.

OurChaiWalla

The short walk to the chai-wallah’s place is studded with flowers of various types, including this lovely thing.

Vag

Last time we lived here, Prakash and I never quite met, but became excellent friends anyway as email penpals. We have some things in common – atheism, drinking, and politics, to name a few – and some great things as differences that are useful and make for stimulating conversations. He’s our landlord and we couldn’t be luckier.

MyCrew

Prakash asked around for a couple months through his childhood chums to find me (James) the best price of dental work. He gave us a list of 3 names. He never saw any of these dentists, so it was pure guesswork. The dentist’s clinic had a long line of terrified-looking patients. Babies crying, dogs barking. It was exactly what I was afraid of.

When we went into the office, the doctor had put another patient on hold so he could examine me. He set me down in a chair and, without gloves, reached into my mouth and started yanking at my teeth. It was incredibly painful. Personally, he was a bit gruff and abrasive, but that’s par for the course. What bothered us was that he didn’t look at xrays or anything and immediately came up with a plan to remove 3 teeth and then everything would be okay. We said yes to a lot of things and got out of there as quickly as we possibly could, dedicating ourselves to never going back.

The only good thing about the office was the architecture.

DentistsOffice

And then we walked. Yay, epic walk!

ThickVeg

First thing out of the dentist’s office, we saw a really cool maze of a market.

HotHotHOT

We walked through a couple turns and were suddenly in the meat. Slaughter, blood all over the floor, smells we couldn’t handle, and people yelling at us to buy their goods. For the first time in years, I was overwhelmed by all my senses and almost lost my cookies right there in the market. Serious hand-over mouth near-retching necessitated a quick escape.

In other news, this is how bananas are born!

BannanaSprout

We figured we’d walk for a while and then pick up a taxi, but we enjoyed being with each other in India so much that it went on and on.

TheArcher

Stopped for a quick thali along the way, then made it back home and started doing more research on better dental options. We faded out early and slept.

SailingClub

Day 3 (today). We’ve been wound up and there’s so much to do and settle. Sleeping is hard in those circumstances. At about 1am, I (Dena) had my first wake-up of the night. We both dozed, but by 3:30, I figured I’d take the chance of a groggy day by taking another Tylenol PM. It got me through until the chai-wallah was open for business.

Caffeinated and ready to start our new routine, we used the gym downstairs, which consists of one of those jungle-gym type multi-weight things, a few dumbbells, an ab machine, and some cardio stuff we skipped in favor of climbing the stairs to the 6th floor apartment and a long, epic walk.

We went the other direction, heading toward a nearby unnamed junction in hopes that we’d find a place with the following sign: Pure Veg. These places do exist, but not in our vicinity. Instead, we dipped into a hole-in-the-hill kind of place and asked for idly sambar. No go. And no menu. And no English. Pointing always works, so pointing at the other diner’s plate and asking “veg?” got us a nod and two plates. The mystery crumbly white log seemed perhaps rice based while the subzi (dry vegetable preparation) had some dark brown round things that might have been the product of a one-night-stand between green peas and black-eyed peas. It was improved immensely by the dish he brought later, something with a gravy to it, when he saw that I wasn’t eating most of the white log.

Okay, there are bound to be some misses.

After a walk of more than 5 miles, we were too hot, too thirsty, and too hungry to keep going. Just in time, we spotted the Hotel Aryaas, a chain of pure veg restaurants (though they’re called hotels here…just go with it). We stepped inside, went to a table, and asked for thali.

The guy offered us idly or dosas or…

But we want thali!

We were too discombobulated to realize it wasn’t yet thali-thirty. We knew that the “Meals Ready” sign was the big signal, but we didn’t really absorb the fact that no such sign sat out front. In a truly gracious move, they set us up with the traditional Kerala thali, which comes on a banana leaf with 3 side curries, a pickle, and a heap of rice with ladles full of dal poured over it. Or sambar. Or both. We had both, to our complete and utter satisfaction. We will go back, though it’s so far away. This time, we’ll show up when they’re ready to serve, returning kindness for kindness.

Then we discovered what works in India really well…Uber! Who knew? Probably a half a billion Hindustanis.

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