Recounting....

"Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it."
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14 April 2009

More Incredible India

Our favorite local joint!
Nai'a making friends.

Koa, a boy and a well.

Incredible India






Incredible India

Recently CNN World has been running these “Incredible India” tourism spots. The star is a guy who reminds me a lot of Dave Matthews circa 1993 when he was still playing dive bars in Baton Rouge, LA. So that could be part of the reason I packed up the family and headed to the land of tigers, sacred cows and elephants for our April Break. It was a quick beach-y vacation of only 8 days, but I have a few thoughts to share.

Everyone knows of the poverty of India and I have written about poverty before so I am gonna skip it this time. Suffice it to say that besides Nigeria, India is the poorest, dirtiest place I have seen in a long time. But no one wants to hear about that, so lets talk about Incredible India instead.

Walking on Calagute Beach in Goa, India on our first afternoon there was a wonderful heart lifting experience. I love how Indian men have so much simple fun in the ocean. They scream and laugh and try to dunk each other. They seem to let lose and enjoy it the way I have never seen Western men (or women actually) enjoy it. Koa and Nai’a were right there with them. It reminded me of the years we spent living in Salvador, Bahia when we would enjoy long afternoons at the beach. That began a great week of intense beach time, delicious eats, some diving and overall great relaxing.


The food in India is two very important things: amazingly wonderful and amazingly cheap. We had platters of seafood for $6! The kids enjoyed fresh fruit lassies (like a milk sake) every morning and I have to admit, we did eat way more pork products than is healthy for any human. Maybe because we can’t get it in Doha, but man those English sausages were tasty! Ryder was partial to the Cantonese chicken and our friend Amanda tried butter chicken and fell into a deep love affair that required us go back to our favorite local place almost every night. I don’t think that one meal we had was more than $25 USD for our family, including not-as-cold-as-I-would-have-liked Kingfisher beer. Koa noticed a funny thing about Kingfisher… they sell beer AND water! Dehydrate you and rehydrate you!


We saw those crazy sacred cows India is famous for all over the place. Some are even decorated with cloth and bangles and colorful designs. Men walk around with huge bullhorns and these glamor Nandi bulls, which I was told, is some sort of tradition. Looked more like a traditional money getting ploy to me. The elephants that wander the streets are also decorated with colored chalk. We saw Nai’as (dolphins) and huge sea turtles. We even saw a few eels, which you better believe cut my snorkeling trip way short. Koa and Nai’a loved the snorkeling and the para sailing! Brave girl Nai’a tried para sailing first and then shamed her brother into going a few hundred meters in the air.


After a day at the beach, we all (we were traveling with 5 other Canadians- oh no, Canadians :) would go back to the not-as-air-conditioned-as-I-would-have-liked beach house. India this time of year is hot, hot, hot. Monsoon season is about to start and you could feel the mounting barometric pressure. But it was nice to be able to wear all the sundresses and shorts that we don’t feel comfortable wearing in Qatar. I love wearing only my Hawaiianas for a week straight and getting that sandal tan. Reminds me of summer in New Orleans, LA.


Other fun India things: powdered Colgate toothpaste, whole families on one moped, cheap knockoffs (Nai’a, Koa and I all got “krock” shoes for a total of $7), fresh, delicious fruits of all kinds for sale on the beach for $2, too many dogs, Masala flavored potato chips (local snacks rock!), and the quintessential poor country sight - kids rolling old tires down the street for fun.


I know I said I would not talk about the Not-So-Incredible India part of India, but we had two funny experiences I can not in good travel experience conscious, leave out.
As many of you know, we have a few “World Worst Airports” in our family. CDG (Paris) is up there with its snotty security hommes and 4 Euro muffins. Don’t get me started on ASU (Asuncion) whose workers are probably a few thousand dollars richer after “liberating” camera equipment and jewelry from our bags. So, please do not take this lightly when I saw that the Mumbai airport is the worst airport I have been in in last 10 years! I know, big claim! But let me just tell you the TIP of the iceberg: after our flight arrived in BOM (Mumbai) from Goa we were all given a lottery ticket number for a shuttle. After waiting for a few hours in a room about the size of my kitchen we were allowed on a bus that drove us back around … wait for it… TO THE FRONT ENTRANCE OF THE AIRPORT!

So Nai’a is five years old. Granted, a well-traveled five year-old, but still five. And she leans over and says, “Mama, I think the bus driver took us to the wrong place!” So then we all get off the bus and restart the entire check in/security procedure all over again, like we have just arrived at the airport! What? Did they think we would be tricked into thinking we just arrived? Three hours later, we barely make it to our next plane. Ahhh… the joy of travel.


Ok, and WHO thought serving full cups (not shots, full cups) of whiskey on a 3 hour plane ride was a good idea? I mean seriously? On the second cup, Ryder and I could tell that the man in front of him on our flight from Mumbai to Doha was wasted. And yet, the friendly Jet Airways people decide to give him yet another cup. Would you know it, 20 minutes later the man is vomiting ALL OVER. All over his friend, all over the floor, all over the aisle… and loudly too! He then proceeded to pass out until we landed. BUT wait, the whiskey strikes again on the bus ride to the terminal! Just as Ryder was telling the story to our mates, we heard the familiar yakking sound and the man threw up all over the bus! He just stood there, in the middle of the bus throwing up all over himself.

All of the sudden, Qatar’s very strict liquor laws seem quite genius….


I had two “aha” moments about traveling while I was India.


The first one came while Koa watched a local boy about his age get water for his family from a small well by the side of the road. Koa was enthralled with the process and the boy could have cared less about Koa. It made me think about how I have to believe that even though my kids will probably not remember many of the details of all these trips we take, these experiences will somehow shape them as people. If it is as simple as Koa realizing that not everyone walks over to the chilled water dispenser to get their drinking water. Or that Nai’a can play with any kid, anywhere even if they don’t speak the same language. I like that they are learning that in some parts of the world seven year old boys probably have no idea about a Wii, but they do know about work hard and have big responsibilities. And that this makes them great, even if they can’t play video games.


The second “aha” came when a taxi took us to on a ride to explore Goa. I was nervous because it was just the girls and my kids. I did not know this driver. We were in an open jeep thing and he was driving fast. I had no idea where we were and it made me a little nervous. Not crazy scared, but I would say a 6 out of 10 on the anxiety factor scale. After about 45 minutes he turned off on to a dirt road that led us to the ocean. We walked over the hill and there was the most amazing open, almost deserted strip of glittering Arabian Sea and fine white sand. It took my breath away. While I watched the kids play in the water I started thinking about why I love traveling. I think it is because traveling often puts me in situations like this. Where I am insecure, uncomfortable, a little scared and unsure. Because feeling like this gives me the chance to step it up. To take a chance. To trust a stranger. To not be embarrassed to make cow noises so the waitress in Xi’an, China knows I want to eat beef. To ask for directions. To be able to laugh at myself when I walk into the wrong bathroom in Nairobi, Kenya.
To surprise myself.
To be strong.
To be brave.
Because really... how often, as adults do we get a chance to do that?

31 March 2009

Dune Bashing!

Here is an article that Dan sent us that appeared in his local Houston newspaper!


PERSIAN GULF

Three days in Arabia

By TRACY L. BARNETT Copyright 2009 Houston Chronicle

March 25, 2009, 5:45PM



Getty Images | Gulf Images RM
Dune bashing is part of the fun in Qatar. Riders can expect a roller-coasterlike good time traversing the sand dunes.

DOHA, QATAR — It wasn’t until we crested the mountain of sand and I stared through the car’s dusty windshield at nothing at all that I realized what awaited us.

The ground had disappeared; we saw only sky. In the driver’s seat, Abdul Aziz smiled mischievously and gunned the engine. Down we careened at what seemed an impossible angle, like a roller-coaster car that had jumped its track. My stomach rose, and I let out an involuntary yell that no one else heard, as my companions in the back were screaming just as loudly.

“Stop! Please stop!” one begged, but Aziz was oblivious. He didn’t speak English, and besides, he was just doing his job.

Our desert safari had been billed as a leisurely drive through the desert to see the beautiful inland sea, Khor Al-Adaid. When we finally reached level ground and piled out on the sea’s sandy shore, catching our breaths and stilling our pounding hearts, I understood what dune bashing meant.

“If this is an easy ride,” I said, “I don’t want the hard one!”

My three days in Qatar were like that: surprises around every turn. The occasion was Qatar Airways’ pending launch of a direct flight from Houston to Doha, the capital. The new route is a logical business-minded venture, linking two major energy industry hubs. But as my brief stay revealed, this connection can be so much more.

Called the cultural destination of the year by the New York Times, Qatar is a spectacular destination for decidedly unbusinesslike reasons. Not in the way of Dubai, the Las Vegas of the Middle East. Qatar has chosen a different path, using its oil wealth to invest in the arts and education. But there’s no shortage of the “wow” factor here, to be sure.

Doha’s latest architectural marvel, the Museum of Islamic Art, was designed by famed architect I.M. Pei and houses the world’s largest collection of Islamic art. The collection spans more than a millennium and stretches halfway across the globe, from Central Asia to Spain and from the dawn of Islam to more contemporary works. The structure itself, with its soaring lines, spiral staircases and its very own island, might dwarf a lesser collection. But that’s hardly a problem with exhibits including the armor of a fierce Ottoman soldier on armored horseback, a silver Turkish war mask, the glittering jewels of an Iranian princess and a high-tech touchscreen exhibit introducing the works of the Arabic predecessor to Leonardo Da Vinci.

Visitors can wander the Corniche, a sweeping boulevard of restaurants and skyscrapers that hugs the bright blue waters of Doha Bay; luxuriate in a private villa with a butler and a seaside view at the Ritz-Carlton’s Sharq Village, an Arabian nights-style resort with the Middle East’s largest spa; strap on skis and carve their way down a dune; tour the studios of Al Jazeera, the CNN of the Middle East; or scuba dive in the crystal waters of Khor Al Adaid.

Or, if none of that appeals, shop for a trained falcon, silken-stringed oud or silver khanjar dagger in the souk.

A city under construction

My first surprise was the flight itself. Qatar Airways bills its business class ride as a five-star flight, and it delivers. You board with a glass of champagne and the attentions of a charming staff, then continue with a gourmet menu for a five-course meal. After dinner, passengers can choose from a vast selection of movies and multimedia that help pass the time on the 17-hour flight. Seats convert into surprisingly comfortable beds, and amenities include cotton pajamas and socks. When you awake, it’s time for a delightfully decadent breakfast and another movie, and before you’re even ready, you’ve landed.

But land we did, and our drive along the Corniche revealed a city under construction. Parts are beautifully landscaped with palm trees and colorful flowers; Qataris sharing the broad promenade with an international cast of characters, jogging, walking, sipping drinks at a coffeehouse or boarding a wooden dhow to take a ride on the Persian Gulf’s calm waters.

Farther down the boulevard, the peaceful scene disintegrates into round-the-clock commotion. The sky fairly bristles with cranes, and taxi drivers circle endlessly amid the seemingly random street closings.

In the past decade, under the leadership of Emir Hamad bin Khalifa al-Thani, Doha has grown from a nondescript gulf backwater to a bustling metropolis of more than a million, with foreign nationals making up about 80 percent of the population. An estimated 180 skyscrapers are expected by 2012.

Land is being “reclaimed” from the sea for a variety of high-end real-estate ventures — such as the Pearl, a $2.5 billion mix of five-star hotels, boutiques, restaurants and condos. The development is named for the source of Qatar’s centuries-old livelihood, an industry eclipsed by the discovery of petroleum, but the imagery lives on in the region’s art and folklore, and in high-end developments like this one.

Our whirlwind city tour included a stop at Qatar’s Equestrian Center, home to some of the most expensive and well-cared-for horses in the world; a Venice-style shopping mall called Villaggio, reminiscent of the Grand Canal Shoppes at the Venetian in Las Vegas, with indoor canals, gondolas and a spectacular painted sky; and the Aspire Sports Hall in Sports City, constructed for the 2006 Asian Games. Qatar has become a leading sports destination, with high-level events like the Qatar Masters Golf Tournament, held while we were there, and the Qatar MotoGP, a Grand Prix motorcycle competition coming up in April.

We also took a drive through Education City, a 2,500-acre campus on the outskirts of Doha that provides a base for five U.S. universities, including Texas A&M, and offers an American-style education to Qatari students. Here, too, the architecture is bold and groundbreaking; renowned Mexican architect Ricardo Legorreta designed the brightly edgy A&M building with a distinctive Latin flair.

A taste of the desert

After our tumultuous ride through the desert, we arrived at Khor al-Adaid exhilarated and ready to feel our feet on solid ground. The sun sparkled on the water, and shifting dunes cut gentle curves into the blue horizon. I longed to stay for sunset, to spend the night in stillness beside the water. I imagined sleeping in one of the tent communities set up along the way to house “ecotourists,” as they call campers these days. I wanted to outlast the dune bashers and the tourists, to be alone with the silent, star-filled desert night.

“A taste of the desert is a dangerous thing,” Palestinian author and poet Ibtisam Barakat warned me when I told her of my trip.

Back home in Texas, it seems she was right. I still dream of a night in the desert.



IF YOU GO

Luxury abounds in Doha — but be prepared to pay for it.

Where to stay

• Top end: Sheraton Doha Hotel & Resort, the city’s oldest five-star hotel, has a restaurant with belly dancers and one of the best beaches on the Gulf; www.sheraton.com/doha. The Ritz-Carlton’s Sharq Village Spa & Resort boasts individual villas, Rolls-Royce pickup service and the Middle East’s largest spa; www.sharqvillage.com.

• Middle range: Mövenpick Tower & Suites is comfortable and located near the end of the Corniche across from the Sheraton; www.movenpick-hotels.com.

• Budget hotels: Solo women travelers are not accepted at most budget hotels, according to Lonely Planet, which lists three hotels under $200 that it calls the exception to the rule: New Capital Hotel, Regency Hotel and Qatar Palace Hotel.

Where to eat

• Assaha Traditional Lebanese Village: As much an interactive cultural museum as a fine-dining experience, this rambling two-story restaurant replicates a traditional Arab village setting. Watch the breadmaker; try the sweet smoke of the shisha; peruse the collection of artifacts and sample an array of Arabic mezze or appetizers as you await your main course.

• Others: Animato Restaurant at the Mövenpick and Corniche Restaurant at the Marriott are both excellent, as well.

• Alcohol: As in many Muslim countries, alcohol is available in most high-end hotel restaurants and bars, but otherwise can be difficult to find.

What to do

Gulf Adventures: Our tour company was top-notch, with a knowledgeable guide and courteous (if at times adventuresome) drivers. We did the city tour and the desert safari, but other options include scuba diving, sport fishing, a dhow cruise, a night in a Bedouin-style camp in the desert and a north Qatar tour. www.gulf-adventures.com

WHERE TO EAT

• Assaha Traditional Lebanese Village: As much an interactive cultural museum as a fine dining experience, this rambling two-story restaurant replicates a traditional Arab village setting. Watch the breadmaker craft a variety of artisanal breads; try the sweet smoke of the shisha, served by elaborately dressed attendants; peruse the collection of artifacts and sample an array of Arabic mezze or appetizers as you await your main course.

• Others: Animato Restaurant at the Mövenpick and Corniche Restaurant at the Marriott are both excellent, as well.

• Alcohol: As in many Muslim countries, alcohol is available in most high-end hotel restaurants and bars, but otherwise can be difficult to find.