Arrived yesterday in Cuttack after a week in New Delhi with Chia and three or so weeks in Taipei. New Delhi was, of course, difficult, although it was kind of fun to experience it with Chia, with someone experiencing it for the first time. She dragged me around to a lot of the famous sites that I usually don't bother to see by myself: the Red Fort, Qutub Minar, etc. I liked the Odishan-style Lakshmi Narayan Temple a lot. We took a tour with the government tourist office to see Agra -- the tour itself was a bit lackluster although the Taj Mahal was pretty nice. Still not sure if it was worth the entry fee though. I said I always feel cheated by paying 25-40x more than Indians to get into tourist spots (i.e., the government usually has a native fee of 10-20 Rs. and a foreigner fee of hundreds) -- Chia said it makes her feel superior.
And the shopping, so much shopping. But Chia could write about that better than me. I will say I was proud of her for only lecturing one shopkeeper on business practices.
We also got to experience an overcrowded train -- the New Delhi metro at rush hour. So many people packed into the car we missed our stop. Not sure what it is about transport (trains, buses, traffic) that makes people in India want to do everything all at once -- it's like they must get on this train now at this very instant or the world will come to a complete end. Another time Chia and I, along with a small group of Indian passengers, were ineffectively trying to exit a train as people kept pushing their way onboard and blocking our route -- when a young Indian man in front of us, having become totally frustrated, dove headlong into the oncoming group, tackling and scattering them and allowing us to finally exit.
Chia also got to experience with me the famed Indian bureaucracy. We went to the tourist section of the New Delhi train station so I could buy my ticket to Odisha. I'm not, for official purposes, a tourist, but since I'm a foreigner I thought I'd try them anyway since I've had luck with them in the past. Alas, my research visa, while ultimately not thwarting me, did send us in a counter-clockwise circle around the room talking to various people to get permission. I suppose one problem was that, as in most of India, it was not clear whether there was a line (or queue, as they say), what the line was for if there was one, and whether there was some order to the line. Of course, occasionally a random person would come along to distract the workers, or they'd seemingly stop in the middle of helping one person to work on something else for a while. At one point we waited to talk to one official as he helped a couple of other foreigners. Suddenly the official became involved in a conversation with another Indian gentleman who had just entered, while the foreigners he had been helping began to carry on their own separate conversation with some compatriots who also happened to be in the room. Two parties across the desk from each other, both now distracted by their own third parties. As I waited patiently for my turn, Chia, with growing exasperation, could only say, "What kind of situation is this? I don't understand!"
We did have some interesting eating experiences. I feel like the general rule in India is that more expensive restaurants tend to have worse food. An Indian commentator once wrote, "The dirtier the plate, the tastier the food to the palate." Except that expensive restaurants do not necessarily have clean plates either. I always try to find a happy medium, a restaurant that is nice enough to probably be somewhat sanitary, but cheap enough to have regular Indian clients. In Delhi this means a meal that is 100-200 Rs./person. In Odishan cities maybe 40-100 Rs. If you pay more than 200 Rs./person for a meal it will probably be terrible. On the other hand, in more expensive restaurants you can often get alcohol. We went to Parikrama one night, which is situated in the revolving top floor of a building overlooking Delhi. Pretty good views, considering that little of central Delhi is picturesque. Like most somewhat expensive restaurants its poshness was a bit dingy and frayed at the edges. Chia was sick of Indian food so we ordered Chinese. You can get good Chinese in India and they serve it everywhere, but again it's usually better in cheaper restaurants. It was romantic in setting, but gastronomically rather disappointing, although Chia liked the Kingfisher beer.
The next night Chia was still sick of Indian food, so we tried a random restaurant in Connaught Place we had seen before called simply The Chinese. It is owned, in fact, by a Chinese (who also owns several Indian restaurants in China) and appeared to have a Chinese chef. Another rather expensive and disappointing restaurant, however. Kind of cool interior design, although it had become typically for Delhi dingy and ragged. We got one menu when we sat down, and then when Chia happened to mention that we were vegetarian (true enough in India), the waiter brought another menu. This second menu was not actually purely vegetarian, but it did have lower prices than the first menu -- suspicious. In any case the food was even worse than the night before, though again we liked the Kingfisher beer. (We did finally have what I thought were some very decent Chinese noodles at Haldiram's, a popular chain and snack-maker that falls into the proper price range.)
We did try Indian food too at more expensive restaurants, once or twice -- blech. Must be some kind of law. Plus the higher-cost restaurants pad their bills with so many varieties of taxes and service charges that you spend seemingly twice what you expect to.
So now Chia is on her way back to the US, and I -- after a 24 hour train ride -- am in Cuttack. Was met at the train station by two students, Dipti, and another professor/lecturer. Haven't seen very much of the city yet, but they (i.e., Ravenshaw University) have put me up in very nice accommodations, much better than I expected or could have found on my own. I'm staying in the university guest house with my own cabinet, desks, computer, bathroom, AC. Of course I have to share my room with various bugs, spiders, mosquitoes, lizards, and at least one toad, but that is normal for this region. The lizards I wouldn't mind so much except they poop on everything.
So, now to begin the researching...
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