Jaisalmer-Jodhpur

Sorry I have't blogged for a while. I guess India took over. I am writing this from a sleeper train. The train started out fairly empty and picked up lots of people, from smaller stations in and around Delhi, who then got off along the way. This crazy period lasted about 3 hours. Then for an hour, later, it was busy but not crammed. Slowly it quieted and there were a few open berths. We were doubling up because we had wait list tickets so we spread out.

I saw a toddler on the train running up and down the carriage while the train was moving. That has got to be good way to gain balance.

We are in Jodhpur now. It's pretty nice, but I can't tell much of a difference from town to town. There are different things to see, more or less hotels, more or less shops, more or... But the rickshaw drivers are just as annoying, the children still want pens, the beggars are just as persistant and the smells still differ street to street ( or should I say alleyway to alleyway).

The Fort here was good but took a long time to go through. The audio guide here was a lot better than the French ones which dragged on for hours about boring stuff. I don't really want to write about the fort right now but I am sure that Sam and my parents wrote more than enough about that.

The hotels in India are interesting. The hotel we are in now has two small pretty chandelier light type things but they both have no light bulb. Instead they put a boring flourescent tube light in. ( I think that the chandeliers might not be wired in.

Sam, my dad and I went out to find supper. We wandered around for a bit then Sam led us in the opposite direction we were supposed to go. We found the place we were looking for eventually. It was the famous omlette place. I had boiled eggs which were covered with salt and pepper. Then we wandered a bit more and found a cart selling stuff that looked tasty. It had lots of different thing so we asked if we could have something spicy for twenty rupees. When shaking the chilli pepper on, the man at the stall turned around grinned at the man behind him then shook some more on. He also made us pay before we ate in case we didn't like it. We did like it and ordered another one after.

We are now in Jaipur. Sam and Mom went out for a few hours while dad and I stayed home and slept. Earlier, for lunch we went to the Thali House a restaurant down the street. Sam and I ordered Rajasthani thali's and they literally lined up to ask us if we wanted more rice, more dahl etc... They would not stop. In the end it was a joke and one guy kept coming up and almost insisting we had more food. Right before we left as a joke Sam said "more rice" to the guy who was asking us the most often. I was worried he might have actually came back with more rice, but he didn't.

Ooty and Mysore

29^th of Jan 2011

We are now in Mysore which is a welcome break, far from Ooty's dust and dirt. Mysore is still a city, but the main streets are kept “clean”. All the garbage is put in neat piles in the back streets, then the cows come along and eat half of it the city gets round to burning all the rest. That's how all the posh cities do it.

Ooty was good. Especially the trek we did. Which at times had a very similar terrain to the rocky portages we do in Ontario. Except there were no trees, no sounds of rapids and even though we could see for tens of miles there were no lakes. Which is funny because we were ten km away from Ooty which has a(n) (artificial) lake.

The only problem with Ooty is that it is very dusty and dirty and a bit smelly.

India

My new outfit.

Breakfast, well tea to start.

We are in India now! So far it has been great. A little too hot for my likings but other than that, fine. The streets are insane to walk on and to cross. You think that you are on the right side of the street, and that cars won't come right behind you, but, one happens to pass, then a car and zooms by behind your ear, and even when they are coming in front of you, the cars still seem to take you by surprise. When walking on the side of the road were no cars should be, you are still confused and almost get hit by motorbikes backing out. O.K., I am exaggerating a bit, its only during rush hour in biggish towns, on the main drags. In cities, they sometimes have sidewalks so only crossing the street is a big problem. Sometimes however motorbikes are parked on the sidewalks.

Okay, enough complaining, India is great. We are in Alapuzha and when you talk to the tourist information people instead of saying “Elephant ride?” they say “ boat trip?” Everywhere you look, they want to talk you into a boat trip in the backwaters.

But it is fun and the hustle and bustle is exciting. One time, we arrived at the restaurant in which we were to have lunch during Friday prayers (1:00-1:30). The restaurant was close to where they were going to pray (mosque or temple, I don't know). At 1:30 we were caught in the middle of a small crowd of people leaving after prayer, which was fun. Only problem was then the restaurant was full and we had to wait a bit for lunch.

We are now in north of Alleppy and here there are ice cream sellers everywhere selling mango double and what not. Mmmm!

Bye bye,

Mhari 

Photos from France

Minerve, France

A cold day in Carcassonne

Like my torch?

Paris metro.

More From UK

 I have decided to update you all about how I have been doing with my leg and life in general.  I am now walking without crutches.  I can bend my knee well past 90.  My knee doesn't hurt so I think that's pretty good. Christmas was really fun and it is almost the new year  ( Yay, more parties) though that means that mom and Sam will be leaving soon (wahhh).
I would also like to inform you that the time when people went to my blog the most was September ( I geuss school has slowed blog reading down) My blog was visited 450 times in one month. (crazy!).

UK

I am writing this from a couch which is quite very nice.  The only setback is that my leg is in a brace and I have a pair of crutches beside me.  Our last week in France was nice, other than the last few days, which I suppose you know about already. 
Since we have arrived in England things have calmed down a bit.  It is still Christmas time so there is that excitement to contradict the calm. 
I just beat my dad at Gin Rummy.  I was winning by almost 300 points.  Yeah!  In the end I won 7 hands and he won two.  I won with around 200 points.  He got better and I got worse as we played.

Queribus

Today we went to Queribus (Q)  and Peyrepertuse (P) castles.

Queribus  was the smaller castle but also the more important one historically; it was the very last castle where Cathars (Bons hommes) could roam, at all. The first known documentation of Q was in 1020. From 1162 it was the north gate of Aragon! I didn’t know Aragon really existed! In 1255, the French crusaders took the castle in their hunt of the Cathars. I think that Queribus fell because Cathars ran out of water, but I’m not sure about that.

Queribus and Peyrepertuse are both on rocky/cliffy mountaintops. 

The drive up to Q was on a small switch back road with amazing views.

It was a short walk to get to the castle from the parking lot. The walk and the castle had great views of the surrounding area. From the castle we could see the Pyrenees (with lots of nice snow on top). The castle sits at 728 meters in altitude.

Queribus Castle was in better condition than Peyrepertuse. We walked up a few stairs onto a viewing platform where we could see for hundreds of miles! Not that you couldn’t see for hundreds of miles from Peyrepertuse too, but you could not climb up stairs inside a building to get to the special viewing because the hole of the upper stories were in ruins.

We found a staircase in Q that led down to a dark passageway that went to a little room down the mountain. From there you could fire arrows and such at enemies that were still out of reach of the castle.

 

When we went to Peyrepertuse the road was even better than the Q one in terms of very sharp switchback roads. We had been warned by guidebooks that the walk from the parking lot to the castle was very very windy but there was actually no wind at all. Unlike the walk to Q it was sheltered most of the time and the views were short and sweet.

I will put stuff about Peyrepertuse later.

Hopefully.

Ma semaine en Auvergne

Pour quelques jours on fait des feux le soir, dans la cheminée de la gite.  Un sac de bois coûte 6 Euros.  On a brulé 3 sacs en tout. 

Hier, on a fait une randonnée de 16 kms.  Par-ce que pendant les premiers kilomètres on a monté, les dernières 10 kilomètres étaient faciles car on descendait.

La pâtisserie préférée de Sam est un Paris-Brest, mais après avoir gouté un pain au raisin, il ne peut plus décider.  Moi je pensais que je n’aimais pas les pâtisseries comme les croissants mais après avoir essayé un Saint Christain qui ressemble un croissant, sucré avec des noix , j’ai fait un exception.

THE PARIS METRO

The Metro…

Well, almost every time we went into the Paris Metro we saw someone jump the barriers. Every station had an info/ticket-buying place at one of the entrances with a staff who, though it wasn’t his/her main job, looked over the gates when not busy to ensure people didn’t jump the barriers.  But most Metro stations had two or more entrances so people that jumped the gates didn’t have to be that determined. This was very different from London Tube stations which had one entrance to each station and not only an info/ticket-buying staff but another staff standing right beside the barriers whose job was to watch the gates and to help people like me whose ticket got soaked and ripped in half.

One Metro ride was very very crowded…

When we got to a station where most of the people got off we listened/ watched an older woman yell at a young guy for trying to snatch her purse. Later, on the same metro ride, we might have transferred a guy with a dog got on the bus and said

“I’m not going to give you a normal speech because if I did that I would only get enough money to feed me and my dog, but I also want money for alcohol and drugs to not only feed our bodies but our spirits too.”

Or something like that, that is what I understood.  Then he walked down the car and someone gave him a cigarette and he got off.

One evening, we split up.  Mom and I went back to the hostel, while Sam and dad stayed out.  On the way back, we had the choice of taking line 6 or line 4.  The 6 was a shorter distance to line 13 (our way home) but both the lines would have got us there.  After about two stations on the line 6 train, we were stopped at another station where both lines 4 and 6 stopped.  We were told that there was smoke seen at Montparnasse-Bienvenue station where we were going to make our transfer.  There was to be a delay on line 6 while they checked it out.

2 minutes later, they told us that line 6 would be temporarily closed and that we all had to get off the train! THANKFULLY the line 4 stopped at that same station so we walked to the line 4, got on and rode the train to Montparnasse-Bienvenue and walked the longer distance across the whole M-B station to line 13.  We had a few other options planned out in case we stopped again.  I was disappointed it was so easy.

We had lots of other fun times on the Metro and Sam and dad had a –not so fun- time as Sam explains it.

Paris was really fun but there is too much to write about so I will leave that up to Sam and my parents – they are a little more determined then me with this blogging thing.

Hello from Brittany.

Hi, I know I haven't posted for a little while; I have just been too busy/lazy. We have done a lot. Yesterday we went for a 10 km walk. Well, it was 5 km, then half an hour sitting on a rock, on the beach, by the bridge, then a 5km walk back UP THE HILL!! I was also just informed that we have done ten km everyday, sometimes more over the 3 days. Today, we are hoping to go to the Jacques Cartier museum, but with the protesting French, we are only hoping.

We did go to the Jacques Cartier museum, which was his house, but I am not going to write about that now.   Now, I am going to paste a story that I wrote in french. When I was told to write a French story, I really didn't want to. What I did want to do, was play cards. It was somewhat hard to write my story because I had a pack of cards to my right and 2 packs on my left.  In the end, because of my unwantingness, I had a topic which I otherwise would have not. I often spend a lot of time trying to come up with an idea.
Here it my story!

Il y a une fille.  Cette fille a besoin d’écrire une histoire pour son Français.  Mais cette fille ne veut pas écrire une histoire.  Elle veut jouer aux cartes.  Aces; pour être précise.  Alors cette fille écrit une histoire à propos d’elle même. 

La fille s’assoit sur son lit et commence à écrire mais il y a un paquet de cartes juste à la droite d’elle et deux paquets de cartes à sa gauche.  Les cartes sont partout!  Elle voit des cartes sur le papier, des cartes sur le mur.  Elle est vexée.  La porte est une grande carte, la fenêtre est une carte aussi.  Elle est dans un monde de cartes.  Un score parfait apparait devant elle. 

-Cartes içi, cartes là,

Les quatres aces sont devant elle.

-C’est trop!

-C’est trop! Elle crie

Mais elle n’ a pas vraiment crié.  Elle a imaginé crier.

Eventuellement, tout est retourné à normale. 

La fille c’est assise et elle a écit une belle histoire.