Monday, 13 April 2015


We arrived in Ouagadougou (pronounced WAA-GA-DOO-GOO), the capital of Burkina Faso, on April 3rd. We are here to visit our (Alex’s and mine) foster child of the past 13 years, Adama.

But first a word about Burkina Faso…

Burkina Faso became a French protectorate in 1897 and they named it UPPER VOLTA. The country became independent in 1960 and the name was changed to Burkina Faso in 1984.

The country has had a series of coups in order to replace the various Presidents. Recently, President Blaise Compaore (in power from 1987-2014) tried to change the constitution of the country to allow him to run for yet another term. The people rose up and had massive demonstrations in protest (October 2014) and this was one of the only times that the world heard of this small landlocked country. There is now an interim government (transition government) and elections take place in October 2015. Compaore will not be permitted to run for election. Naturally some want him and some are opposed; such is the nature of politics.

On the day that we arrived, we got the news that a Romanian security person had been kidnapped in the north of the country. Neighbouring Mali and Niger are scary forces that are prone to abducting but Burkina Faso has never been the victim of a kidnapping.

There was another series of demonstrations all over the country on 8 April (the day we were scheduled to travel north to our boy’s village!) to protest the high cost of living and general corruption in the country). We cancelled the visit and re-booked. All is now calm again but imagine our concern since the Canadian, US and UK consulates have all issued travel warnings about that area of the country!

French is the national language of the country and some also speak English. Most also speak the native language, Mòoré. Locals are called Burkinabe’s. The population of the country is approximately 16 million. It is known as one of the poorest countries in the world.

You may have heard of Foster Parent Plan. A few years ago, they changed their name to Plan Canada. They have been in existence since 1937 and sponsor children in 70 countries. 51 of these are developing countries in Africa. The remaining are in Asia and the Americas. For approximately $1.00 a day, you can sponsor a child and change their life. Plan Burkina has sponsors for 41,000 children in Burkina Faso.

The goal of this organization is to give children, families and communities the tools they need to break the cycle of poverty by creating sustainable solutions for improving their lives. To learn more, have a look at

Ouagadougou (affectionately short-formed here to Ouaga) has a population of 2 million. It is a huge city. Alex and I have visited neighbouring countries: Togo, Benin and Ghana and none come close to the modernity of this city. There are so many amazing buildings, primarily in the newer part of the city called Ouaga 2000 (pronounce WAAGA). The architecture is creative and wonderful to enjoy but there is very little landscaping as the land is very dry and there is dust and red sand everywhere which lessens the positive impact of the creative buildings. Ouaga 2000 is the centre of commerce where all the consulates are and where the more affluent live. Seeing these incredible homes emphasizes the tremendous disparity between the have’s and have not’s.

Unfortunately, there is often garbage strewn by the side of the road throughout the city. Since there are few tourists, the culture has not yet learned that they have to dispose of garbage (poubelle) appropriately. The government is starting to address this issue. To compound the issue, there are very few garbage cans to be found anywhere. Women are hired by the government  to pick up the garbage. 

Here's an embassy. 

and the President's Palace

and a monument that I think is to fallen soldiers but no-one seems able to verify this!

A house of someone afluent...many of these in Ouaga 2000 (new part of the city)

and Le Palais de Sports

and roadside scenes such as this are everywhere...

Lovely faces like this are everywhere

There are grow-ops in lots of places in the city where many locals are able to cultivate a small piece of land. They are to be seen nurturing the land and getting watering cans full of water and watering their small plot of land. 

and then there is this beautiful (man-made) lake in the middle of the city where the locals can fish and swim

Finally the magical day arrives and we are picked up by Plan to go to the remote village where our Foster Child lives, 125 km north of Ouaga. Fortunately I shopped in Mumbai (India) as supplies in Ouaga are expensive and very limited. We are armed with supplies for 300 children: rulers, erasers, pencils, pens, sharpeners and notebooks in the new suitcase I bought in Mumbai. In addition, I have all kinds of gifts for the family and for my young man in another bag. Off we go. It takes a couple of hours to get to Kaya, a large village 25 km away from his village. We decided that I could take oil, rice and soap to the family and that is an easy purchase. We also stop at a “librairie” and pick up a large French dictionary, a French text book and 5 French novels for Adama. These items are unaffordable for villagers.

We arrive at the village and as we round a corner, we are greeted by a long line of dozens upon dozens of children, all singing and clapping their hearts out, being led in song by their very enthusiastic teachers. It was a wonderful greeting that will stay with me forever. After that, they all ran back to their school to await our arrival there.

Next stop: Greet the family and the villagers briefly before going to the school… I cannot show pictures of Adama on a website (which this is) as part of Plan policy. Note the adobe huts, some round and turret like and some square. 

This lovely patch of trees out in the desert provides wonderful shade for our celebrations. 

At least three hundred are gathered around to welcome us, singing and dancing in great welcome. This is clearly a big day for the village, and worthy of great celebration. An older man steps up to greet me and thank us for coming. I know immediately that this has to be Adama’s father. It is. Then I meet his mum and then the big moment and I am hugging Adama himself who looks the same as he did when I saw his first picture at age 5, he is just a whole lot taller. It is a very powerful moment for me.

Adama is 18 now and has been at school 20 km away from his village (sort of like high school) for three years now. He is about to graduate from the Plan programme. His goal is to become a teacher and to return to his village to teach.

The village has approximately 100 families and they live in adobe huts. These are a sun-dried mix of clay, soil, straw and cow droppings, moistened to a perfect mortar and mixed by foot to create strong pottery-like structures that withstand rainstorms and extreme temperatures. Let me stress that there is NO odour.

Staples of the village are sorghum, millet, rice maize, nuts, potatoes and yams. Sauces of vegetable, fish or meat are served with these staples.

Many of the families in the village are Muslim and some are Christian. This is typical of most villages. Everyone lives together in perfect harmony. Four-fifths of the population of this country lives in remote villages.

We hurry now for the school as there is normally no school on Thursdays and the children have come to school just for us (we were originally scheduled to visit on Wednesday, the day before). There are 300 students in three different classrooms with three different teachers. We only meet two teachers but I am terribly impressed with these women. They are firm, capture the children’s attention and are clearly respected by the children. Only a few children speak French (most speak the Mossi native language: Mòoré) but I do a mini lesson in French in each classroom and then we (Leslie and Adama primarily) hand out all the goodies to each child. Candy also of course! There are several volunteers from Plan Burkina who translate for me. They do a terrific job all year round, writing letters to family sponsors, dictated by the children themselves, and delivering packages to families. We leave a map of the world in the school and an inflatable globe. We play ball with the children a bit and leave balls for the teachers with Canada and the maple leaf stamped on them. We teach all the students that they have to make a real effort to always pick up their garbage. We beg the teachers to get garbage cans for each classroom, instead of just having one for the whole school in the main yard. 

Now we return to the main part of the village and everyone clusters around. The formal ceremony begins. We are the guests of honour and have the two plastic chairs to prove it. There is a bench for some of the Plan team and everyone else sits on the ground.  We are offered a calabash of special water which Adama presents to us. It is made of water, sugar and perhaps millet. It is sweet. All utensils are communal but we do not worry. Somehow it all works. 

Here is Adama having a drink of the ceremonial water from the calabash. 

The villagers all enjoy a drink also

The main dances begin. They are spectacular, the costumes very colourful and imaginative. First the men and then the ladies. 

The ladies do a bump and grind of sorts. We laugh as they bump butts. We are invited to join in and we try to bump but miss a few times, to everyone’s delight! Lots of cheering takes place.

This is Adama's mum below dancing with me

Now it is time to dine. We do not eat in the family home as it is not large enough. There is a room set aside for everyone to use for hospitality when guests are present. In we go. The food arrives…more plates and utensils are sent for and the meal begins. Mutton (a very common tropical dish…in India, Africa and Barbados for example) and cabbage and rice. millet, beans and lots of other items. After we finish, we hand out the gifts to the family and teachers. Adama gets a watch (with 4 spare batteries), many Canada T shirts are handed out and many, many other items. Everyone present gets a Canada pin that Leslie attaches to all lapels as they become honourary Canadians.

At this time, I ask if Adama has any younger brothers and sisters. The answer is no. I know that this means I will lose touch with this young man when he graduates from Plan next month. I find that his sister has a seven year old daughter, Denise, who lives with Adama’s parents. I agree to sponsor her so that I can glean info about Adama’s progress in the future. I meet Denise but she is not particularly impressed with me. With luck that will change. She is only 7 after all.

Back to the village gathering where there are many speeches given. Adama's elder brother is on the far right in a striped shirt. He is a farmer in the village. 

Here are some of the village elders on the left:

All speeches are translated for us and then we are presented with gifts from the village. A very long cloth which Adama’s mum wraps around me (like a skirt), a special decorative shawl for the shoulder and a colourful scarf for the head. Yolande (Plan Burkina) does the same for Leslie. We model all for the villagers and we try to dance a bit. It is all hilarious and much laughter ensues. I run around handing out bracelets to all the children, many of which were made by our grandson, Justin. They are over the moon about the bracelets and suddenly there are hundreds of wrists more than children as they remove theirs and try to get another one!

Here are Leslie and I in our new garb...

It is now 4 pm and we must return to the big city by nightfall which is 6.30 pm in the tropics. This is the truly tough moment. I find it all too heartrending, realizing that I may never see Adama again. Many tears are shed and many hugs and handshakes to many of the village elders. The children all gather around the car on both sides to wave and say goodbye. And there is Adama on one side and his Dad on the other and I die a little as we drive away. Adama's dad is the tall man in the background to the left in the picture below.

It is hard to describe how much this all has meant and I am still having trouble with leaving it all behind. I seriously consider returning to this country in five years or so to visit Denise and hopefully Adama also. We are not permitted to connect with these children once they have left Plan. Denise is the hoped-for on-going connection.

Back to the city where we are staying outside the hubbub of the city in a place called Le Grand Calao, owned and managed by a French man, Maurice. We mingle with many locals who frequent the pool. Interestingly, most of the locals do not know how to swim; this makes sense in a landlocked country. We are here for 11 days so we get to know the staff very well and it is all good fun. We visit a restaurant one night “L’Eau de Vive” where the nuns (it is run by nuns) sing Ave Maria at 9.45 every evening. We meet a local man and his wife dining there. His little sister lives in Sudbury and I promise to phone her.

We leave on Tuesday evening and get home on Wednesday evening, (15 April) via Istanbul. It has indeed been the trip of a lifetime. But it is time to come home and see my Alex and the kids. Can’t wait.

This is my last installment of our travel adventures. Thanks so much for joining along in the journey. It’s been a heck of a ride. Thank you too to Leslie for joining me in the adventure.

Hope to see all of you soon.


Thursday, 2 April 2015


We are still in India, the country that gave chess and polo to the world. Polo was so big in days gone by that Maharajahs would tell the team captain: “Win the match and I will give you my daughter!”

We have now arrived in Sawai Madhopur, home to Ranthambore National Park. This was originally the hunting reserve for the Maharajah of Jaipur. In 1955, it was declared a game sanctuary. This reserve is best known for its tigers whose population is increasing ... a good sign. The park is 60 square kilometres in size. 

We leave at 6 am in our quest to spot a tiger. Many groups to whom we have been chatting say that they have not seen a tiger so we are not optimistic. We travel in open jeeps and off we go with a driver and a naturalist.

We see monkeys and suddenly, almost at the entrance gates, a tiger is spotted. These tigers are Royal Bengal tigers. This one is a tigress with her cub and she is on top of a clump of rocks at the top of a hill. How the naturalist spotted her is a total mystery as they are blended in with the rocks. We sit there for two hours watching their every move. We are spell bound…Quiet cries of “Her head’s up!” can be heard as many jeeps share binoculars and snap photos non-stop.

And now here she is in better view from another spot. You can see the cub on her right. 

This tigress had a male and female cub a year ago but a male tiger from another zone came over a few days ago and killed the male cub. It is rare that a tiger will leave their zone and their territories are carefully marked by them with their urine. This is all very sad but it is rare to spot a tigress and her cub so it is our lucky day. The naturalist and driver are also thrilled because their tips will be more substantial.

Later in the day, on the afternoon safari, we see Blue Bull antelopes and spotted deer, some gazelles and a number of lovely and colourful birds, including parakeets. They are all magnificent but alas no leopards (usually much later in the day) and no more tigers.

The next day, off we go to the railway station to take the train. We are told we will have two minutes to board so we are all at the ready to jump. Luggage has gone ahead with our bus, thank goodness. We get off in Bharatpur to see Fatehpur Sikri or “The City of Victory”. This is a deserted red sandstone city, built by the Great Mughal Emperor, Akbar (Akbar the Great) as his capital and palace in the late 16th century. It was the capital for 10 years.

As we travel through India, we find that Emperors, Kings and Maharajahs frequently changed the capital of the country. Blazing new trails, making their mark, leaving their legacy. Imagine the cost as new palaces and forts had to be built everywhere.

Fatehpur Sikri was abandoned soon after it was built when the local wells went dry but it remains the same today as it was 300 years ago. Palaces and mosques complete the “city”.

Fatehpur Sikri was abandoned soon after it was built when the local wells went dry but it remains the same today as it was 300 years ago. Palaces and mosques complete the “city”. Akbar was Muslim and one of his wives (Jodha) was Hindu. He allowed her to have her own vegetarian kitchen here.

In the world of Islam, man is not allowed to reproduce anything that Allah has created. Thus, there should be no pictures of animals or people or even flowers. Hence there is a lot of art with geometrical patterns. In this deserted city, we actually find marble carvings where heads of people have been removed so that the Islam rules will be adhered to. Later on, at an art gallery, we see plenty of Muslim art work with pictures of people and gardens. Artists seem to bend the rules.

We see here a REAL King size bed, Akbar the Great’s bed. Maybe this is where the term came from. Akbar only slept three hours a night, it is said and began each day at sunrise listening to complaints of his subjects. For his more worldly pleasures, he had a harem of over 5000 women. No woman (except for Jodha) entered the King’s bedroom twice, it is said.

Above is Akbar's King Size bed!!

If sentenced to death, you were trampled by an elephant. Akbar’s temper was so great, however, that he ordered that no sentence was to be carried out unless he had given the order three times.

And now away we go to Agra, the capital of the Mughals in 16th and 17th century and the next morning we are off to see the Taj Mahal. It is everything that has been said about it and more.

The Taj was built by the Mughal Emperor, Shah Jehan, in memory of his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal. She died at the age of 39 giving birth to her fourteenth child and he went into mourning for two years, turning away from the business of running an empire and becoming more involved with his other great love: Architecture. The exquisite intricate marble inlay work is truly magnificent.

We arrive at dawn and are the first group to arrive, half hour before the gates opened. It is wonderful to see the Taj before the crowds arrive and we are the first ones into the Mausoleum. There is an ethereal quality about the  look, unless you see it in doctored pictures. 

and now another view of the Taj...up close and personal...

The main entrance is below:

We now return to Delhi, visit Qutab Minar, a world heritage site . This is the first Mosque in India and also has Hindu pillars. There is a metal pillar that was erected in AD 370 and is a metallurgical marvel as it has never ever rusted. 

The next day, we say goodbye to the group of eight others that have been part of our group for two weeks now. Leslie and I are off to see more of India, now on our own. 

We fly to Cochin in South West India and tour the city. Cochin is in the state of Kerala, one of the smallest states in India. Cochin has a rich and colourful history. 47% of the population here is Hindu while 35% is Christian, making this the largest Christian area in India. St. Thomas came here in 1st Century in AD 52 from Syria to spread the word of Christianity. 

We see the graceful Chinese fishing nets. These cantilever over the harbour and operate by a system of levers and weights. The nets are raised often to check the catch and are operated by up to six fishermen. In the lowlands, at sea level, seafood, shrimp, crab and scampi abound.

This is one of the fishermen, who felt sure we would never guess that he was 75! The people are lovely.

Speaking of people, our guide in the North, Nitin, told us that God has an oven when he bakes us humans. Caucasians are underbaked, Africans are overbaked and Indians are just right. (Some might say that we are half-baked!)

We see many Banyan Trees here. These are of special significance because our school programme in Cambodia is named Banyan Learning Tree...but also, when the Portuguese first landed in Barbados in early 1600's, they saw all these Bearded Fig trees all over the island (same tree) ...Barbadoes is the name in Portuguese for Bearded Fig Tree; hence the name of the island where I was born and raised and where my father's family moved to in 1652.

The state of Kerala has always been popular because of the spice trade. They grow many spices in the mountains which are at 7500 feet. The highest tea plantation in the world is here. The Romans, the Greeks, The Jewish all came 2000 or more years ago, all for the spices. 

This picture is of a typical shop owner, wearing a Dhoti, just as Gandhi wore. 

The Arabs arrived in the 7th Century, the Chinese in the 13th Century. in 15th Centrury, the Portuguese invaded. In the 17th century: The Dutch. In the 19th Century, the British took over. Our guide points out that India never invaded anyone! Kerala was known as the Battleground of the Europeans, because of the spices. 

It is thought that the first Jewish settlers arrived in the days of King Solomon, 11th Century BC. The earliest concrete evidence of their presence is a copper inscription dated AD 388. They were a huge community and highly respected members of the Kerala community. The oldest functioning Jewish synagogue in the Commonwealth, Pardesi Synagogue, built in 1568, still has weekly services, although most Jewish people left in 1948 when Israel was created. 

We see the Synagogue and then see the Dutch palace, so named because the Royal Palace was destroyed earlier and was rebuilt by the Dutch. 

Our next adventure is in Alleppey, home to the Kerala backwaters. Here we board our houseboat for our overnight cruise.  

It's a rough life on the boat. The food is fabulous. Our chef is a delightful young man and I want to take him home! 

The foliage, the people and the scenery are all beautiful as we sail by. 

We enjoy sunset, enjoy a few hands of bidding at bridge and call it an early night. The next morning, we breakfast at the extraordinary Kumarakom Lake Resort (owners of the houseboat) and I pledge to return to Kerala and Cochin, next time with my Alex. 

Off to the airport we go to fly to Mumbai. we visit Mani Bhavan which was Gandhi's Bombay base from 1917-1934. It is now a museum and a memorial to the Mahatma, as he is known. The  artifacts and quotations are displayed and his life is told with a series of wonderful "dioramas" (mini statues of the powerful history)...Here is the room in which he resided...

Gandhi even wrote to Hitler in 1939 and pleaded with him to prevent the imminent war. His words were so carefully chosen. I now have Gandhi's autobiography and all his brilliant quotations. Gandhi wore his dhoti to visit the  King of England at one point and the King was not at all impressed. Gandhi replied: " I am wearing enough clothes for both of us." 

Mumbai is called the City of Dreams and is the Business Capital of Mumbai. I adore this city; this is my second visit. we see the dhobi ghats. Even if you are not interested in other people's dirty laundry, this is fascinating. The dhobi is a laundryman who collects your dirty linen which is then soaped, boiled, beaten and thrashed. The next day, after being dried, it is pressed, folded and neatly returned in bundles from whence it came. 

We see the Gateway of India, built in 1911 to commemorate the visit of King George V and Queen Mary. Lord Mountbatten led the last British troops through these gates in 1948. 

This is close to the Taj Hotel where the bombing took place in Mumbai in 2008. Terrorist activities took place at the Taj and also at the Trident and Oberoi hotels in Nariman Point. We are staying at that Trident where there is a memorial to those who lost their lives at that time. Leslie and I also have dinner at Leopold's cafe, which was also attacked at that time and there are bullet holes in the walls. 

We visit the Hanging Gardens, beautiful gardens built in 1881 to cover an enormous water reservoir. Next door to this is the Towers of Silence. Zoroastrians cannot cremate their dead as they worship fire. Since their bodies are impure, they cannot give their impure bodies to the pure fire, so the deceased bodies are placed in this area and vultures scavenge. I spoke to a Zoroastrian and found it most interesting. In this specific location, however, since vultures do not like the city and its noise, solar mirrors have been installed and these gradually, naturally and gently cremate the bodies. 

We also learn about the Tiffin Walla. This exists only in Mumbai. 200,000 hot lunches are picked up by 5000 men daily from each individual home and delivered from home to office every day. A walla is a man. Tiffin is the lunch box. it is a courier system that works by relay...they are passed from one to another, by bicycles, push cars and trains. And NO mistakes are ever made. One mistake in 16 million. There is no paper work; it is done by a coding system. It is a team project and all revenue gets distributed between the workers evenly. Cost is 700 Rupees per month for the service for each family (which is $14.00 Canadian). After the lunch has been consumed, the lunch box then gets picked up and taken back from whence it came!

We see the Victoria Station in all its glory. 

We also learn that the India constitution was written based largely on the Canadian constitution. Dr. Ambedkar finalized this for India and they say it is the longest constitution in the world with 395 articles. 

After touring, Leslie and I go off to Crawford Market to purchase all the supplies for the school in Burkina Faso in West Africa our next stop. Our expedition to the market is fantastic. We are told to head to Jaitin Enterprises in hopes of obtaining 300 erasers, 300 pencils, 300 pens, 300 sharpeners, 300 rulers and notebooks for all. We searched and searched and cannot find such a place. One man then tells us he can help us. He is a very real gem and after we wait quite a spell, we do manage to acquire all these treasures. It is a huge and very heavy pile.  I tell him I will need someone to get us a taxi and to take us out to the street. Meanwhile, you have never in  your life seen such a street. I am hoping you can view the above video. Try to click on this. This was an experiment so I don't know if it will work. 

Our man walks us to the end of one street, then grabs a man who places a turban type thing on his head. He places the two enormous bags on his head (55 kg worth!) and off we go some more as I have begged this man to take me to a suitcase store! Only in India could this be done. He does just that and proceeds to pack the suitcase with all the loot I have purchased. It is so perfect, I cannot tell you. He refuses the tip but I insist and now he gets us a cab and off we go. I have NEVER had such incredible service at such a bargain price!

That evening, we go to see The Second Most Exotic Marigold Hotel, across the street from our hotel. It is playing in English. What fun and what better place to see it but in India. If you have not seen # 1 movie, make a point of it. This one was good also. One good line that I loved was: " There's no present like the time". 

And now off to Burkina Faso in West Africa to see our foster child. All too exciting. 

Stay tuned!

Monday, 23 March 2015


Here we are in India. Population 1.25 BILLION. China: 1.35 Billion. US: 316 million and Canada: 35 million. Just to keep this all in perspective!

Delhi is an amazing city…much hustle and bustle and a seething mass of humanity. All wonderful. It is a modern city that spreads over 1500 sq km. 36 million live in the Greater Delhi area. That is as many as the population of ALL OF CANADA! All cars use compressed natural gas which has cut down on the gas fumes and overall pollution. 2.2 million use Delhi Metro daily. More and more people are suddenly finding themselves wealthy here in this city and eager to spend. Mercedes and other car companies encourage people to lease a second car for 50,000 rupees a month (($1,000.00 Can). They give back the car after 5 years and have enjoyed the prestige of having a second car.

This is a land of maharajahs and Mughals. Delhi dates back approximately 5000 years. After India’s independence in 1947, New Delhi became the capital of the country. Nehru was the first Prime Minister of the country.

Shah Jahan was the fifth Mughal Emperor of India. He erected the Jama Masjid which is the largest mosque in India. It can hold 25,000 devotees in its courtyard. He also built the Red Fort in Delhi and most significantly, he built the Taj Mahal (in Agra) to house the tomb of his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal.

The energy of this spectacular city has to be seen, heard and felt. A Baptist church, Sikh temple, mosque and MacDonalds all are next door to each other. The colours, the people…we see none of the squalor which others talk about and are only conscious of the colourful ladies in their beautiful saris or dresses and the men, mostly now in western dress but some who dress like Gandhi…the turbans are glorious.

The Red Fort has beautiful gardens everywhere. It used to have a moat filled with crocodiles and snakes to keep out the enemy; these are long gone, thank goodness! The Royal Family used to reside here. It is made of red sandstone, hence the title of the place.

We learn that the India that we saw in the movie: "Slumdog Millionaire" was India in the 70's. We see now an India that has emerged radically. It is a whole different world. Alex and I toured Dharavi Slums when we were in Mumbai two years ago. It was  a hive of industry with non-stop recycling going on. There was not a pair of idle hands there and it was refreshing. Our politicians would do well to learn about recycling by studying their work. 

We hear more about Mahatma Gandhi, father of the nation, who achieved independence from Britain. Born in 1869, he studied in England and became a lawyer, then moved to South Africa. It was there that he first experienced the pain of discrimination while trying to board a train. He was the first coloured Barrister in South Africa and even though he had purchased the second class train ticket, he was forbidden to board. He saw great injustice in this and from then on, took on many cases of racial discrimination. In 1915, he moved back to India and accomplished the abolishment of the caste system. Sadly, he was killed in 1948.

Raj Ghat is a memorial to Gandhi and marks the site where he was cremated in Delhi.

Next we are off to Udaipur in the state of Rajasthan. There are 29 states in India. Rajasthan houses most of the spectacular tourist sights that we will be seeing this trip. 

Udaipur is also known as the City of Lakes. It is awash in romance. There are shimmering blue lakes and the scenery is breathtaking. It is also known as Venice of the East. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel was filmed here, as was James Bond's Octopussy. Rudyard Kipling was inspired by Udaipur many years ago. 

We see the City Palace, the largest palace complex in Rajasthan. This was built in 1725 of granite and marble. It stretches over a mile on the lake. 

We also see Jagdish Temple, one of the famous temples here. This temple is dedicated to Lord Vishnu. There are three major Gods in the Hindu religion...Brahma, the creator; Vishnu, the Preserver and Shiva, the Destroyer. Shiva is the father of Ganesh, the elephant-headed boy who is the God of Luck and properity. Shiva's wife was the Goddess Parvati. Shiva was away at one time and needed someone to protect her privacy while she bathed. She created a boy and said he would be her son. She brought him to life. He was ordered to keep everyone away from her while she had her bath. Shiva came home unexpectedly and knew nothing of this boy. He did not take kindly to being told he could not visit his wife and severed the head of the boy. Parvati was distraught when she saw what happened and much anguish followed. Shiva told his men to bring him the first live creature they found. They brought an elephant. Shiva placed the head of the elephant on to the body of the boy. Ganesh is the Remover of Obstacles and  is honoured at the start of all rituals and ceremonies.  

The legend that follows Brahma is that he was attending a vajna (fire-sacrifice) in Pushkar. His wife, Savitri, could not be present at the time so Brahma married another girl. Savitri was furious and placed a curse on Brahma vowing that he would never be worshipped. To this day, in all of India, there is only one temple to Brahma and this is in Pushkar. 

There is a lovely hotel on the lake called Lake Palace, a Taj Hotel. It is behind me in this picture. 

There are SO many legends here. Indian mythology never ends and the stories are delightful. One person's myth is another's religion and close to one billion people keep these stories and beliefs close to their heart. There are rituals and ceremonies that are endless. 

A boat ride on Lake Pichola and we are all hooked on this magnificent city, population 600,000, which at one time was the capital of India. The beauuty of the lake is mesmerizing. 

We see Sahelion ki Bari Gardens built by Maharana Sangram Singh in 1720. This was built for the 48 ladies that accompanied the princess as part of her dowry. The gardens are adorned by pools, lawns and fountains. the theme is the Monsoon and you can stand with your eyes closed and listen and imagine you are in a heavy rainfall. It is magnificently done. 

We drive from city to city with our very excellent guide, Nitin. He is clever, well-spoken and very amusing so travel time flies by quickly. Our tour has been all arranged by GOWAY TRAVEL in Toronto. They are wonderful and hotels are excellent. This was booked by Vision Travel in Toronto (Liz Gibb) and the attention to detail by GoWay is excellent. 

We learn more about life in India as we travel...

We learn about Hubble Bubble that men gather around to enjoy...a hookah with a pipe that bubbles tobacco through water with tobacco which gives a good kick. 

We hear too about panchyats. This is a system of self-government that exists in India. The word panchyat means assembly. A group of respected elders is chosen by the local community and they settle disputes in their respective villages. 

We learn about arranged marriages versus love marriages and it is all very interesting. There is no evidence that the western way works better, that's for sure. Here in India, families move in with the groom's family and all generations live together. They have no need for seniors' homes as families take care of their elderly parents. We learn too that kings and maharajahs could have many wives. I am reminded of Alex who always says: " Ten wives means ten mothers-in-law!"

JODHPUR: On our way to our next destination, Jodhpur, we stop at the amazing Temple of Ranakpur. This is a Jain Temple. 

Hinduism is believed to be the very oldest religion on earth. Three other religions have developed out of Hinduism and are their own separate religions:


Jains believe that one must never hurt anyone, thus one cannot even take a leather wallet into their temples as, in their view, one should never kill an animal.

At one point in India, kings adopted Buddhism. Buddha was born in India (that part of India is now Nepal). The religion should thus have spread like wildfire but then Hindus modified their religion so that rules were more relaxed. Today, there are very few Buddhists in India (8% of the population) and Hinduism is the prevalent religion at 78%. Muslims make up 14% of the population. 

Off and away to Jodhpur. Ahh, the history of these cities, the forts, the palaces, the temples, the lakes, the architecture and incredible design or the carvings that all date back thousands of years. We have nothing that comes close in North America. 

Jodhpur is known as the Blue City. It is the largest city in Rajasthan after Jaipur. 

Brahmins were considered the purest of Indian castes. They housed themselves in blue homes to differentiate themselves from the members of other castes. Despite the weakening of the caste system, the tradition of blue homes remains to this day. 

In Jodhpur, we see the majestic Meherangarh Fort built by Maharaja Rao Jodha in 1459. The fort rises 400 feet above the city and has very thick walls. Inside are several palaces  and large courtyards. 

At the start of construction, the hill had one  sole occupant, a hermit. He was so angry at being displaced that he placed a curse on the project..."May your citadel ever suffer a scarcity of water." To this day, the city suffers a drought every 3-4 years. 

Up to the mid 20th century, palanquins were the popular mode of transportation for royal and noble ladies. This carriage carried the lady within. Automobiles have replaced this decadent way of travel!

On descent from the Fort, we see Jaswant Thada, a white marble memorial. This is built out of intricate sheets of marble which are so thin and polished that the sun actually shows through. There are exquisitely carved gazebos here, a multi-tiered garden and a lake. 

Our next adventure is in Pushkar, the sacred town for the Hindus. the streets of this town are lined with delightful booths of merchants selling inexpensive treasures. This is the only town with a temple to the God Brahma so we go to visit this. It is a very small temple. 

A man approaches me on my way back to the  hotel and takes me for a private ritual by the lake where I am blessed and say prayers to Brahma and Vishnu and for my cousins, uncles, brothers, husband and children. I throw flower petals and a coconut off into the lake and then find out that the fee is pretty steep. I give the man what I think the experience was worth and he is not terribly impressed but it is all fascinating and off I go.

There are monkeys everywhere...

On the way home, I get butted in the head by a bull. I was taking pictures and thought he would go around me...wrong again! It all gives new meaning to "Holy Cow" as there are cows all over the street everywhere we go. Cows are sacred in India so traffic drives around them. It is against the law to kill a cow. Cows are used to provide milk, work on the farm, their dung is used to plaster huts and their hides are used (after their natural death) to provide leather. 

A young boy comes up and says: "Chapati?" I know this is food and I assure him I have had dinner...he persists and lets me know that this is for him, not me. I gave this a moment's thought and decided that I could buy him a chapati but certainly would not  give him any money. Off we went and finally reached the chapati stand. All of a sudden, he wants chapati butter not a chapati so I buy that for him and make sure the package is opened so he cannot return it and get the money. (I was not endeared to this young boy.) Now he also wants some flour with which to make the chapati. The shop owner assures me this only comes in 10 kg portions. Well, there is a sucker born every minute and I am no exception so I buy 10 kg of flour. I have to wait 10 minutes while it is fetched and weighed but I want to make sure that if this is a scam, then the store owner will at the very least suffer some inconvenience. 

Live and learn and then I return to the hotel, having instructed this young man that he must get to school and NOT live on the street. I also preach dental hygiene as his teeth are clearly having serious trouble. 

Along the way, I meet this lovely man and we chat for ages. He is a treasure and wants nothing but to exchange happy thoughts. I promise to mail him some pictures of Canada by post. The moustache is a work of art. 

Back to the hotel for a massage. All of SE Asia and India have massages for next to nothing. It is the way I was born to live. 

This is the view from our hotel at night. We are right on the water. 

Next stop: Jaipur. Also known as the Pink City. The pink color has its own history. In 1876, the Prince of Wales (Albert) and Queen Victoria visited India on a tour. Since pink denotes the color of hospitality, Maharaja Ram Singh of Jaipur painted the whole city pink in color to welcome the guests. The tradition has been followed by the residents who, if they live in the old city, must have a pink house. 

We visit the Amber Fort/Amber Palace. In India, no one distinguishes between sheep and goats or forts and palaces. There seems to be much overlap and too much detail would be overwhelming so we are happy to just enjoy the magic. The ornamentation is truly spectacular. There are halls of mirrors and marble everywhere. Frescoes and paintings adorn all. Then we are off to the City Palace. It is too simple a name for a structure this grand and impressive. 

We visit Jantar Mantar, translated as Calculation Instrument. This observatory was built between 1728 and 1734 by Maharajah Jai Singh. Here is the largest sun dial in the world and many enormous astrological instruments. Once a year, a local astrologer makes predictions for the following year that are often 75% correct regarding weather and such things as rainfall. For 2014/2015, to date, he has been 100% correct. We are told that in 2015, there will be a lot of rainfall in August but not before or after. Lucky us, the weather has been glorious. Perfect temperatures and clear blue skies. The instruments are extremely impressive and on a very large scale. The creators of this were men so ahead of their time. 

We learn that movie houses play an important part in street culture. Street kids make money recycling and spend some money escaping life to see a movie. Once there, they are not  bothered by anyone and can sleep or watch a movie or sniff glue. They also all have a good outfit in which they can get dressed up and then crash a wedding. Since there are 600-700 at the wedding, once dressed up, no-one notices that they do not belong and they enjoy the food and the fun at the wedding!

Check out this picture...what do you think this is? Looks rather like a necklace maybe? It is a long circular staircase taken at a clever angle by one of the members of our group. 

At the City Palace in Jaipur, we learn that the gowns worn by ladies could weigh up to 40 kg. They were so heavy that ladies had to be carried around in wheelchairs as they could not walk. The outfits of days gone by are really something to behold. 

Stay tuned...we are off to Sawai Madhopur, home to Ranthambore National Park where we will have two game drives. Tigers are usually spotted here so here's hoping.