The computer screen flickers awaiting my commands. Voices from the street below distract me from the hastily scrawled notes in my journal. The manager of the cyber cafe adds Hindi film music to soundtrack of my evening. My muscles ache from thousands of steps up and down the hills of Sikkim, a state defined by the Himalayas in the northeast corner of India. I’ve managed to steal a few moments from sightseeing to send a quick update on our travels. When we return to Bombay next week, I’ll upload some of our photos but in the meantime I wanted to write a virtual postcard.
Our trip began in Chennai (Madras) where we visited Sam’s extended family. Spending time with relatives was a highlight of our trip, as we were received with much love and enthusiasm! We also celebrated with our cousin as he won the national championship in his division of car racing.
During the twenty-two hour train ride north, I stood in the doorway of the train compartment feeling the cool breeze rush past my face. The contours of the lush landscape were visible as lightning flashed across the sky like bulbs on a Broadway marquee.
The Sun Temple at Konark is carved with bas-reliefs of scenes from the Kama Sutra. Our tour guide pointed out numerous scenes of “very sexy womens doing sexy acts” in the midnight dance.
We rode in a traditional fishing boat equipped with an outboard motor at Chillika Lake. On a beach at the mouth of the Bay of Bengal we ate freshly-caught prawns (shrimp) cooked Bengali style with mustard oil and masala. Sandcrabs darted in and out of their lairs as we sipped fresh coconuts before returning to the boat.
No darshan ’til seven at the Kalighat Temple in Kolkata (Calcutta). We walked shoeless through dirty gulleys marked with red paan spit, armed with prasad (sweets) to offer the goddess idol for the Durga Puja festival. We pushed past the crowd of devotees with the intention of participating in one of the largest festivals in the state of West Bengal. Upon reaching the gate, however, we were told we’d have to wait another hour to get in. We left.
We have celebrated the last few mornings in Gangtok, Sikkim, with sunrise views of snow-covered Kanchengdzonga, the third highest mountain peak in the world. The clouds begin to rise after the sun climbs higher, obscuring the peak for the rest of the day, so we woke early to marvel at its exquisite beauty.
Tomorrow we’re heading out to Darjeeling, the main tea producing region of India, where I intend to drink coffee shamelessly. We’ll be back in Bombay next week, and I’ll post photos and more updates. So check back in a few days!