Sporting life in Mumbai

My overnight bus from Goa dropped me in the middle of Mumbai by a roadside, I was told I was about 4km from my hotel. 3 Spanish girls were also in the same situation, so being the gentleman that I am, I flagged down a taxi for them and negotiated what I thought was a good price for them of £1. The next taxi I flagged down, which was for myself, opened the bidding at 60p.

I was a little concerned at what my accommodation was going to be like, on my last visit to Mumbai I paid 3 times the price and that was only average at best. I was pleasantly surprised, it was OK. It didn't have air conditioning or hot water, but following a hot day in Mumbai a cold shower was quite refreshing. At night the temperature was cool enough that having a fan in the room following a few Kingfisher Beers was easily enough to get a good nights sleep.

The primary reason for been in Mumbai was to watch England play against the West Indies and South Africa in the T20 Cricket World Cup. There had been a frenzy on social media about the ticket situation, many were worried about not been able to get tickets once they had travelled. The ticket selling website only showed that they had tickets for £20 or £30 left available. On the advice of an experienced cricket traveller I decided to check out the situation at the ground the day before.  It couldn't have been easier to buy 8 tickets (3 for the first game and 5 for the second) all at the cheapest price of £5.

Feeling quite pleased with myself after sourcing the tickets, I set of on a stroll along Marine Drive, which runs along the coast and allows for nice views and a cool breeze. On coming across the old cricket ground, I thought I would see if I could have a look around. Getting to the gate I found out that there was a game on, South Africa v Mumbai in a warm up game. Not only that, the entry was free, so I set on a dusty concrete step watching arguably the finest batsman in the world (AB De Villiers) blast the ball to all parts.

Marine Drive

Brabourne Stadium, Mumbai

Decent view from the concrete step

After the game I headed back to my hotel to freshen up, when amongst the crowds I saw a familiar face. I'd not seen Essex Jeff for a few years and amazingly bumped into him on the busy streets of Mumbai. We arranged to meet up for a few beers before the game the following day.

I had some time the next morning to take a wonder down the streets of Colaba, the touristy area of Mumbai at the bottom of the peninsular. I took in the impressive Gateway to India monument and Taj Hotel and had a walk down the Colaba Causeway. Yet again I bumped into the very familiar face of Boz, whom I had no idea was coming out to see the cricket. I find it amazing I can walk down my local high street and not meet anyone I know, but when England are playing in a foreign city I bump into friends all the time.

Gateway to India

Time for a trip to the barbers for a shave Phil

Taj Hotel

Gateway to India

We assembled a group of about 10 -15 England Lads congregated in a bar for pre game beers. In the half full stadium the performance was a let down, England never really got going and in the end were beaten comfortably by an outstanding hundred from West Indian Chris Gayle one of the games greats. With our £5 tickets we sat in the £20 stand without really knowing where we went wrong.  Excellent seats and excellent value.

Wankhede Stadium, Mumbai

Great seats for just £5

The next morning I went to the barbers for a wet shave. Looking on the price list a Shave was 30 Rupees (31p) and a Special Shave was 60 Rupees (62p). I asked what the difference between a shave and a special shave was to which the barber in a clear Indian voice replied "30 Rupees Sir". I splashed out on the special shave which post shave I discovered included a head massage, a bit of a haircut and a face wash.

I was meeting 3 lads at the races, first going to a restaurant by the course and then into the races. The restaurant (The Gallops - an old colonial building) was situation beyond the turnstiles. Typical carnage began, we were not allowed into the races for flouting just about every rule on the dress code. They wouldn't allow us to go to the restaurant without paying the £5 entrance fee for racing that we couldn't watch (due to our attire). We tried negotiating various deals but they were adamant we had to pay for the privilege of going to the restaurant. "Do you have TV in restaurant?" we asked, "Oh yes Sir", "Can we watch the racing on the TV", "No sir, we do not put the TVs on".

We ended up paying, but had to surrender our phones to avoid a £200 fine. This meant I could not get in touch with the 4th member of our party to inform him of the chaotic scenes. We had a fine lunch, sold our tickets back at face value and went in the 50 Rupee (52p) entrance which had a more relaxed dress code. Horse racing in Mumbai was very similar to horse racing in England, in which I would go to a bookmaker, hand over money in exchange for a ticket telling me how much I would win, my horse would lose and I'd go to the bar. After the races we went out into town and had a good few beers.

My last day in Mumbai was again a match day, with the game starting at 19:30 I had the morning to catch some sights and the afternoon to refuel on Kingfisher before the game. I went to Dhobi Ghat which is an giant laundry area where 6,000 people wash clothes all day. It wasn't the greatest of tourist attractions and plenty of locals were trying (and failing) to charge us an admission fee and a photograph fee.

Hand washing at Dhobi Ghat

Dhobi Ghat, home to 6,000 washermen and women

Dhobi Ghat was a train ride away, which was an added attraction for me to go there to use the commuter trains in Mumbai. The return ticket was just 10 Rupees (10p) for the 25 minute journey. The doors never closed on the train allowing a cool breeze to pass through the train. It was long after rush hour so the train was quiet, an hour or two earlier and the same train would have carried thousands with some literally hanging on to the door frame from the outside.

View from the open door of the train as it rattles along

The final game in Mumbai was an all time classic. England's poor bowling combined with South Africa's brilliant batting allowed them to score a huge 229. At the half way stage the game was all but over, but immense batting from England saw them pull off an unexpected victory.

England v South Africa Wankhede Stadium, Mumbai

An enthralling game enjoyed by us all

I had an early flight to Agra the next morning so could only stay for one celebratory beer. My next blog will feature my time in Agra which of course includes visiting one of the worlds most famous sites, the Taj Mahal.

Chilling in Goa

Goa which is a state in India is commonly defined in two different areas separated by the airport. North Goa is a busy place, packed with tourists during peak season, with plenty of options for restaurants, bars and clubs.  South is quite the opposite, much quieter and less developed.

Zalor Beach, South Goa

In 2008 I stayed in North Goa, on this occasion I decided to stay in the south for 2 nights and then go back up north for 3 nights before travelling up to Mumbai to catch the start of the T20 cricket world cup.

Not knowing too much about South Goa I picked the beach I was to stay near by finding a good hotel. What a find it was. The Lazy Frog in the village of Carmona, had a user rating of 9.7 on Booking.com and was priced nicely at just £11 per night. It wasn't directly on the beach but was easily walk-able.

Lazing about at the Lazy Frog

The hotel was absolutely amazing, the hosts were extremely friendly and often I would lose an hour chatting about life whilst sheltering from the sun under a coconut tree.

Zalor Beach

Zalor beach was lovely, vast expanses of fine clean sand in both directions as far as the eye could see. The beach was fringed with coconut trees making it a lovely setting. Very few people were on the beach, one day I walked for over an hour south and only saw 3 people (5 if you include lifeguards).

The beach was never too crowded

The main Zalor beach had handfuls of tourists which just about kept the few beach shacks in trade. Most days I would go down the beach and walk either North or South for an hour or 2 until I found some civilisation, grab myself a bite to eat and a large Kingfisher beer (£0.80) and catch the public bus back to my village.

Handful of tourists and a couple of cows made up Cavelossim Beach

Goa is on the west coast of India so this provides great sunsets over the Arabian Sea. Those who have followed my blogs will know I do love a good sunset.

Sunset over the Arabian Sea

Zalar beach at sunset

Sunset through the coconut trees

The area was great for bird watching, and no I'm not talking about the Russian girls on the beach! Walking to the beach I would regularly see Kingfishers, Eagles and loads of beautifully coloured birds flying about. On the walk to and from the beach you would see water buffalo's grazing in the field or cooling down in the pond.

Life was all done at a relaxing pace and soon you adjusted to the slow way of life. Each day I extended my stay and ended up not going to North Goa.

My lack of desire to move on was not helped by a case of Delhi Belly, or more accurately Goa Guts. It was a struggle to move out of my room one day, the next couple I didn't go far.  I had a walk down by the river one day and another I went into Margao to arrange transport to Mumbai. I plumped for an overnight bus to Mumbai for just over £10, hoping that my tummy would behave throughout the journey as I doubted there would be a toilet on board, and even if there was it might not have been a good one.

Margao Municipal Gardens

Margao Municipal Gardens

The bus had sleeper beds and when asked if I wanted upper or lower I thought that the upper deck would provide nice views of the Goan coastline at sunset and a nice view of Mumbai the next morning. I didn't realise that upper was the top bunk around 3ft from the roof, so sitting up wasn't an option. The top deck also didn't have a protective rail to prevent you from rolling out during the night. It had a support bar which was half way along the bus. During the night the bus traveled at great speed and when it hit a mountainous region the bus slammed into corners, at times I woke hanging off the bed staring at the ground clinging onto the curtains to stop me falling.

Selfie with my bus to Mumbai

Bed on the bus for the night

The 'highlight' of the journey was a little way in when we stopped to get some more passengers and a bulky Russian lad sprinted off the bus for 3 cans from the wine shop. 

The bus started to pull away his girlfriend started going crackers with the driver, then I saw him legging it (all the while the bus was still going about 5mph) he tripped over a massive rock and went flying superman style, with his cans tucked under his arm, he was like a rugby player scoring a try. 

His sandals went off in different directions and he lost a can. Still the bus kept going, he scrambled to his feet, hobbled and dived in through the open door. He was covered in dust with blood starting to seep through both elbows, a forearm, one leg and the tops of both feet, and his toe had taken a massive hit. 

His mother (I presume) had a first aid kit and when we stopped a couple of hours later he was like a mummy, everything was bandaged and he was tip-toeing in his mothers shoes (which were half the size of his feet) to the toilet, which was flooded. When he came back I asked him if he was OK to which he replied, "Of course, I managed to save 2 beers". Neither him or surprisingly his pride were seriously hurt - the things these lads do for a Kingfisher.

The bus arrived a little late on the morning in Mumbai where the purpose was to watch some T20 Cricket World Cup.

Off the beaten track in Kerala

I have traveled to Kerala on two previous occasions and I have to say it is my favorite region in India. Previous visits have seen me travel to the touristy places such as Varkala, Cochin and of course the famous Backwaters. This trip was to be entirely different, I was to stay in a small village on the outskirts of a fairly small town called Payyanur, which until planning this trip was somewhere I'd never heard of.

Payyanur is the family home of an ex-colleague of mine Sreejith and he kindly offered to take me and his brother Sujith on the 9 hour drive (each way) from Bangalore to show me around. Been an independent traveler this is not something I would normally do, but I know Sreejith well and was sure I was going to have a great time.

Iconic Kerala

To avoid the crazy Bangalore traffic we got an early start and stopped off for breakfast where the guys encouraged me to try out local dishes. I had Idly which came wrapped in a banana leaf and chutney which was decent, perhaps not my favorite. I also had dosa and some deep fried doughnut type things, all washed down with a couple of glasses of masala tea.

Idly for breakfast

The journey was pleasant passing through a dense rain-forest we managed to get a glimpse of elephants and a few monkeys.  Stopping for lunch we ordered biryani and fish curries in quite a smart place, total cost just 310 rupees (£3.25) for all of us to have a good feed.

I stayed over in Sreejith's parents house which was a traditional Kerala style property, it was great and it made the most of any breeze to cool the house in the tropical heat. I was warmly welcomed into the home by the family and was cooked a lovely breakfast each morning. After a quick shower we all went out to meet up with Sreejith's old friends and family first by the river and then in a bar over dinner. Later that evening we attended a Theyyum at a family members home.

Theyyum and drummers

A Theyyum is a local ritual practiced in this area for about 6 months of the year involving one or more guys dressing up in costumes, faces painted, dancing and wielding weapons whilst getting into a trance like state to the sound of drummers. It ended with the Theyyum giving blessing to its followers including myself in exchange for a small amount of money. This went on well into the night. The guys suggested going to another bigger Theyyum which would feature fireworks and elephants due to start at around 04:30 but I was very tired after a long day.

The next morning we went to another Theyyum, this one was much bigger and had several Theyyums performing at the same time. One of which took a liking to siting on a fire with only a coconut leaf dress for protection. Another one wore an elaborate headpiece that must have stretched some 3m above his head. Those guys must have been so hot in that heat.

Theyyum in full costume

This Theyyum had a thing for sitting on the fire

Theyyum with headpiece

Following the mornings entertainment we went to a coconut farm where I got to see many guys shimmy up trees at great pace and tap the sap from the trees to make toddy.  Toddy is an alcoholic drink which is fermented within 12 hours of harvesting. We went to a toddy bar, but were told that water had been added to the toddy for some reason or another. I wasn't sure about the purity of this water so just had a small taste for fear of been ill. I've been ill in India before and it isn't a pleasant experience.

Coconut trees used for making Toddy

On the evening after dark we went on an alternative backwater adventure. About 8 of us met by the river with a bottle of whiskey and a couple of bottles of water. One guy popped up a coconut tree and collected some fresh coconuts, a couple of strikes later with a blade and I was drinking fresh coconut water some 30 seconds from it been plucked from the tree.  

The coconut water was used as a mixer for the whiskey, made for quite a nice drink. Then we got into a small boat with a pole which was used to propel us. Some of the guys got in the water to do some fishing. It was pitch black and they had a torch which they used to search fish and catch in a small net. One guy was particularly adept at this act and caught fish and a crab with his hands. Back on dry land the guys cooked the catch and it was quite humbling that they insisted I had the best bits of the catch. Those guys could start an alternative backwater tour for tourists and make money from this but perhaps that would take away their enjoyment.

The last day I visited the local temple and bought a small leaving present for the family before heading off to another Theyyum.  This one had accompanying fireworks which were louder than anything I'd ever heard.  Watching a guy make these 'fireworks' was like watching someone make a bomb and when they went off they did so with incredible force.

Theyyum's draw quite a crowd

Me receiving a blessing from the Theyyum

And another

The evening I spent at a more touristy place of Bekal Fort, which was 5 rupees entry for the Indian guys and 100 for me. It had nicely kept gardens and had a path that lead down to the beach where we watched the sunset.  

Bekal Fort

Sunset at Bekal beach

One last meal and a kingfisher was followed by a local festival at the temple. It was various singer and performers doing routines with mixed ability. One guy who had 'had a few' went back stage and demanded an English song for me, the only one he knew was the theme to Titanic, thankfully they didn't know the song but it caused much entertainment.

Festival attracted a healthy crowd 

India's got talent

The journey back was was another long trek all of us fairly tired after an action packed few days.  I did get to see an elephant on the back of a truck which isn't something you see every day in Darlington.

Elephant Taxi

Of all my travel experiences this was very different to the rest, I got so much out of it, the people and their way of life. They had a relaxed way about life, they didn't have deadlines and pressures and they seemed to enjoy their life to the full. I saw a different side to India that is not available by following a Lonely Planet guidebook. Sreejith gave me a brass elephant to remind me of my time away, not only that I also have plenty of good memories which will last for a long time.

Me and my mate Sreejith

The Kerala lads

The Second leg of my trip: Back in Bangalore

The first leg of my trip ended just before Christmas, I had a great time based around South East Asia (Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos and Thailand).  I loved that area, it can be very inexpensive to travel there, the food is great and the people are some of the kindest and friendliest people on this planet (or any other planet for all I know).

I spent Jan and Feb at home spending some quality time with my friends and family and contemplated what the future may bring me.  I have taken a number of online IT courses, almost completed the TEFL teacher qualification (2 day on-site course in June to close this out) and got my house on the market.  After speaking with a few recruitment agents both in the UK and overseas the overall message I received from them was if I don’t need to find work immediately then take more time out to ensure my next career move is the correct one.  With that in mind I jumped on Kayak and booked a flight to Bangalore, India at the end of Feb, returning from Seoul, South Korea early in June.

The second leg is scheduled to be 17 days longer than the first leg which was 78 days,  I have a vague route planned, but only penciled in that is to start in India and head East to Philippines, Taiwan, Japan and South Korea.  The latter four are currently 'unticked' countries on my ever decreasing bucket list of places i want to travel to.

The India leg started at the end of Feb in Bangalore (Bangaluru) and I plan to take in Kerala, Goa, Mumbai, Agra and Delhi.  The 2nd half of my 28 day visit will have a little focus on the T20 cricket world cup, where I'm catching 2 England games in Mumbai and 2 more in Delhi.

Lunch when I arrived, Vegetable Momas - the red and green stuff was potent.

Time for Masala Tea

Bangalore is a city I’ve visited on two previous occasions and may seem an odd choice of first destination, there is little to do in terms of tourist attractions, and what there is I had mostly done on previous visits.  What Bangalore does have to offer to me is that it is the home of a few guys that I have worked with over the past couple of years.  I planned to catch up with most of the people I knew over a curry and a Kingfisher.

Breakfast in the hotel was OK at best

Whilst in Bangalore I was treated to some fabulous hospitality by the guys I knew.  I was invited into their homes and experienced some delicious home cooked meals (all with the spicy dial turned down to medium to suit my pallet).  I was never short of someone to have lunch, evening meal or a cup of tea with. Almost as soon as I arrived I was whisked off to Manoj's home to have a fabulous meal and meet his family.

One evening I played badminton with Sreejith and Sharath.  You often hear the saying about Latin American footballers “let’s see how they play on a cold windy Tuesday night in Stoke” well for me it was “let’s see how he plays on a sultry steamy Tuesday evening in Bangalore”.  It was on the top floor of a school and the roof would have served more use in a greenhouse. After starting well I faded in the heat losing litres of fluid from my body.  The guys said I’d got better from the days we used to play in Darlington, but politely suggested that stamina may have been my problem.  It was a tough away game, but great fun, the evening ended with a superb meal at Sreejith's house.

Action shot

Two of my old work mates play whilst I took much need rest

Fabulous dinner prepared by Sreejith's wife

Overall I stayed 6 nights in Bangalore separated with a 3 night trip to Kerala to stay at one of the guys’ family homes.  It was an amazing trip and deserves a blog of its own (to follow).

Cow going for a leisurely walk in Bangalore.  Mooooooove!

I managed to squeeze a few tourist attractions in whilst in Bangalore.  I visited Tipu Sultan Palace, Venkatraman Temple, Krishnarajendra Market, Jaima Masjid, Bangalore Fort and the Shiva Temple. The latter of which had a huge queue for the free entrance due to it been Shiva day in India. However, I found a VIP entry for £5 and was told the money would go to help the poor, so didn't feel too bad at marching straight in. All attractions were OK but nothing to write home about – so I won’t.

Shiva Temple

Shiva Temple

Tipu Sultan Palace

Bangalore Fort

I got to experience the horrendous traffic problems that Bangalore faces almost 24 hours a day from the eyes of Auto-Rickshaws (Tuk-Tuks), Taxi’s and local buses.  The bus journey was particularly interesting, it was standing room only and each time a 5ft gap appeared in the road in front of the bus the driver would hit the accelerator hard throwing the passengers collectively forward, in the same motion he would slam the brakes sending passengers backwards in a whipping like motion.  This continued for around an hour to make the 2km journey.  If I had known the direction I would have definitely walked it.

Since I last visited Bangalore it now has a plush new metro system which is a skytrain, it is cheap, clean and efficient.  The locals do not use this as it has limited coverage of Bangalore, but for me it was great as it connected the two main areas where bars are concentrated. I got to sample a few of the bars on my last evening with Manish. 

Decent craft beer scene in Bangalore

Bar in Bangalore 

One thing that is very frustrating about India is the challenge to get a local Sim card for your phone.  Most places requested me to get a certificate from the police station verifying who I was and where I was staying.  I felt that this would be more hassle than it was worth.  After finding somewhere with slightly more relaxed rules they took copies of my passport, visa, letterhead from my hotel saying where I was staying and a local persons contact details who could verify me.  I was told it would be activated tomorrow.  Sadly tomorrow never came, one week later I had to take the approach my old mate Podge would use to resolve issues in India.  I left the phone shop with an activated Sim.

I like Bangalore, I will return, not for the tourist attractions but to see my mates again, and sample some more of the many plush bars, maybe time it with some cricket also.  Outside the bars in local restaurants you could get a full meal for around a £1, but inside these bars it was almost Western prices.

Lunch I had out with Ramesh

Local dessert

Evening Meal - bargain at just 50p

My next blog will describe the amazing time I had off the beaten tourist track in Kerala.