
No matter what you've read, seen or heard about India,
wherever you go, it is nothing at all like what you expect.
It's not that your
quick-dry, zip-on cargo pants aren't practical, it's just that you'll feel like
a fireman dressed up to play doctor-doctor. Local cotton shirts and pants are not only practical (they are cool, dry quick, and very
replaceable), but they're so cheap it's fun shopping for them. It's the traveller uniform of India, and
makes everyone look like an enlightened, experienced hippie guru. Handy hint: Wash separately, unless you want
everything you own to be as purple as your funky new hipsters. Packing only half a bag also lets
you stock up on presents and cool threads when you leave.
Even some of the cleaner
hotels have sheets and pillowcases so stained and grey you had to wonder when
last they saw water.
And even if they are clean, it's simply not fun wondering what the cause
of that purple-yellow stain by your face was, or the origin of the yellowish
circle on the sheet exactly where your crotch is. Bring a sleep sheet and pillow case (or buy a cheap one on
arrival) and save yourself the unpleasant dreams.
India is a great place to
travel, providing you don't have to be anywhere. Prepare to be late, delayed, obstructed and
frustrated. Even the trains,
which are proudly meant to run on time, seldom do. But if you look at lateness, delay, obstruction and
frustration as an authentic Indian cultural experience, then you might just
start enjoying yourself.
Leave hours before you
have to, and on the slim chance
you actually arrive early, it's much better waiting at your destination than in
a traffic jam or on a stuck bus.
In India, it will always take too long, taste too cold, be too hot, too
bumpy, too crowded, too expensive, too far, too close, too this, too that and
too damn much. Patience is
more than a virtue - it will save your life. And don't even think about adhering to the Principle Factor.
The Principle Factor holds
that it is not the amount of money you're being ripped off , it's the fact you
are being ripped off in the first place. So you'll inevitably find yourself arguing and
getting all worked up over a dollar.
We come from lives governed by Principle, but that life is not in
India. Museums, hotels, taxis,
shops, stalls, transport offices - they are designed to rape your wallet even
while kissing you gently on the cheek and giving you the photograph. My strategy was to make an informed
decision as to how much I thought was fair for the service, and pay or bargain
for that price. Even if it is
three times more than the guy at the hostel will tell you he paid
yesterday. A few
bucks are simply not worth the aggravation and bad energy. Of course, your adversaries know this,
and that's why they try and rip you off in the first place.
Ignore them. If they poke, be
stern and wave them away. Make no
eye contact or they will follow you everywhere, and call their fifty
buddies. If you
want to give, give to recognized charities where your money will actually help
and not perpetuate their cruel cycle of life. As for touts, if you stop to enquire the price of that
little plastic Taj Mahal, prepare to buy it. The very fact that you're
interested means you are prepared to buy it, and the seller will practically
give it to you before he leaves you alone. You'll be hounded to within one breath of violent
retaliation. After bargaining,
they'll plead starvation and mercy, and work on making you feel guilty. Then they'll name their lowest price,
the actual fair price, and only then will you realize exactly how little the
damn thing cost in the first place.
Meanwhile, you've kissed an hour of your afternoon away. Of course, if you have nothing better
to do
Second Class Sleeper is the
train class of choice amongst budget travellers, so don't be conned into paying
double or triple the amount for first class or Second Class AC. (They're probably worth every
penny, but you'll look very bourgeois to your fellow travellers.) The trains are not so bad considering
occasional overcrowding and the smells you pass along the way. The upper bunk ensure the most
privacy and least amount of accidental bumps in the night, plus you can ignore
the beggars and transsexual priestesses doing the rounds. Without a sheet, be prepared to sweat
and stick to the vinyl, which, lest I remind you, has seen its fair share of
sweating and sticking, and none whatsoever of washing and cleaning.
You quickly learn that given
the conditions of western toilets, the squat is the way you want to go.
In fact, once you get used to it, you'll really appreciate how good it
feels to flush your system, quickly, without reading a full chapter of your
book at the same time. Of course,
it's hell on the knees at first, so you may want to practice it a few times
before you leave. And always
carry loo paper, because not even nice restaurants will provide you with that
luxury. If you feel
nostalgic, it's fun to use the crapper in a five star hotel like the Taj or
Intercontinental, where you'll most likely pass as a guest and be left alone in
porcelain bliss. Obviously,
women have the upper hand here, although I did meet one girl who used a
³diverter², an interesting camping contraption that allowed her to ³pee like a
guy².
The Taj Mahal is India's
most spectacular tourist site, and ground zero for every scam, tout and rip-off
in the country. So don't get a guide, they will cost you more than you
think. Don't get a rickshaw, it's
only a five minute walk from the street.
Don't tell the guards you have a cellphone, calculator, MP3 Player, or
anything else that are not allowed for some reason (cameras are fine, which
these days, are all of the above anyway). If there is a long line up at the gate, go right and
find the south gate where there will hardly be any queue. If there is still a line, walk up to
the front anyway, because you're a foreigner and have just paid five times more
than the Indians, so demand the special treatment (even the guards feel a bit
guilty by the ³tourist-price² rip-off and will let you do it). If someone offers to show
you some great spots for photos, they'll want money (See #10). Also, no matter what you are told, book
your trains in advance to avoid sitting with three kids on your lap.
While Hindu might be the
language of India, Hebrew is the language of the travellers you'll most likely
meet. There are thousands of Israelis travelling in India, and many signs and
menus are in Hebrew. As
travellers are often the best source of information about where to go and stay,
knowing some Hebrew will help.
Plus it's slightly easier to learn than Hindi, although both look like a
mouse fell in a paint bucket and went for a run. Beseder!
The reality is that most
locals you encounter who earn a living related to tourism see you as a walking
schmuck with a wallet. If
they're nice, it's because they want money. Period.
Oh, there are some swell guys out there for sure, but that's because
they know you're going to pay them and recommend them to your friends. If someone offers to help
you in any way, be prepared to pay for it. And if something doesn't smell right, it's a
scam. Fake police, fake
taxis, fake ticket offices - it's all here. Just use your common sense and don't let anyone bully you
around. The four magic words
(³Let's call the police²) seem to make even hardened scam artists back off
quick. Oh, and most
guesthouse owners don't know the meaning of the word hospitality, so don't
count on it. When
somebody goes out of their way for you expecting no reward, it's such a treat
you'll want to reward them anyway.
This insane concept has yet to permeate the Indian tourist industry.
Traveller's experiences are
heavily influenced by who they meet at a destination, as opposed to the
destination itself. It's all
beautiful, but if they happened to meet someone beautiful, then the place was really, incredibly beautiful, not to mention stimulating! Just bare that in mind. A local giving you information is like playing roulette,
except you have better odds winning in roulette than finding reliable information
from a local. Looking for
the right train time, I was told six different times from six different
locals. Don't blame
them, it's rude not to have an answer, whether it is right or not. Notice how your lost rickshaw
driver will ask at least fifteen different people for directions (and still get
lost). Ask a few people, and if
the same answer comes up, that's probably right (but most likely won't
be.) And guidebooks are
usually out of date the moment they get printed, so don't count on that
either. Find out what you
need by asking as many people as you need to before you're confident you won't
get stuck for seven hours at the railway station waiting for the train that
left yesterday.
You hear much about Delhi Belly and travellers picking up severe stomach bugs and dysentery. What you don't hear is how amazing the food is in India that makes them go back for seconds. The spices and curries are a taste sensation, but that doesn't mean you have to spend a week spilling out of all orifices. Obviously avoid tap water, and that includes ice-cubes. Eat at places that seem accustomed to westerners or have a traveller clientele. Stick to cooked vegetables, avoid uncooked food or salad. If this makes me boring, at least I am healthy and boring. Clean your hands before each meal (just like momma would say). I saw lots of travellers eat meat, but I steered clear. When I did chance it, in good, traveller-heavy restaurants, I usually got cramps. It's your decision whether meat is worth the risk. Your body does get used to the microbes that float in the tomato soup, but help it to slowly adjust and it will help you back. Most important factor, again: Wash your hands before eating. And good luck.
Delhi
October 16, 2005