Monday, November 19, 2018

Mount Toubkal, Morocco

A four night trip to Mount Toubkal in the Winter sun and snow. Nov 8 - 12, 2018

Marrakech airport is modern and smart but procedures for receiving passengers failed miserably on our arrival. The queues were several hours long. We pulled a stunt and got through quickly. Apologies but I shall not reveal our ploy because that will alert other passengers and staff and we may need to try the ruse on another occasion!

Not far from Jemaa el-Fnaa (the main square in Marrakech) and tucked away within a maze of alleyways we found the tranquil and comfortable Riad Abjou for our first night's stay. We were welcomed with mint tea and biscuits. I drank a lot of mint tea in 5 days in Morocco, although some of it was, unfortunately, laced with copious amounts of sugar.






 A tailor hard at work

A cobbler a few doors down.

I've got a full set of teeth thanks.

A drink at L'Addresse overlooking the main square.

On day two we drove for about 90 minutes into the foothills of the Atlas Mountains to the village of Imlil. There we met our excellent guides, Mohamed and Abjou. Mules took our overnight bags, the cooking equipment and our food for the trip. The weather was warm and I was comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt.

We passed Aroumd and crossed the floodplain before ascending the rocky path.



Lunch at the tiny settlement of Sidi Chamharouch, which has grown around a Muslim shrine. Lunch was typically salad with pasta and tuna. Simple but plentiful and nourishing.


I stopped for an orange juice. Fresh and cold.



We arrived at Les Mouflons refuge in the late afternoon and once the sun went behind the mountain tops the temperature dropped considerably. Trousers on! The common room was lovely and warm but be warned - you bed down in a dormitory - singles, couples, all nationalities - fun for some, not for others who don't like snoring and far*ing. I sneaked into an empty room on Night 1 and had a quiet rest. Colleague Frank slept on a couch outside the door. Incidentally, I must acknowledge the fact that some of the photos in this post were taken by Frank Morris -  a successful professional photographer in Bristol and a top bloke!


We were up very early on Saturday morning. After a quick breakfast it was on with the crampons and away.


Does it look steep? It was!



The Atlas Mountains are truly beautiful and in the absence of any wind, gorgeously silent, apart from the occasional squawks of the choughs and crows.




Coming down was tough on the quadriceps. Living in Suffolk as I do, I don't get much training on steep terrain!





Sunday and we are on our way down. I slept in the dormitory last night - no trouble sleeping after going from the refuge at 3207m (10.5322ft) to over 4000m and back again. 

Anyone for a water cooled drink?


We passed this Berber on the way up on Friday and he seemed to be in exactly the same place on Sunday.

Mohamed - a lovely man and an excellent guide.

There were eight in our group. Here's five of use on the way down. The other three decided to climb another peak for the day. These youngsters...


Aroumd on the way back to Imlil.



Thanks for carrying my bag Trigger, i.e. the one on the right!


Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Kerala and India's South

On our first night in Bangaluru (formerly Bangalore) and I got a debilitating bug - perhaps I picked it up on one of the flights - who knows? A doctor attended the hotel the next morning and we had to stay an extra night. Great food at the Radisson Blu but unfortunately it was off limits for me.

I was okay the next day and we took a taxi to Mysuru (formerly Mysore) and caught up with the group. Nice taxi driver who told us about life in India. Somebody arranged for us to have one of the best rooms in our hotel - another Radisson Blu.

Two street friends below.

 Cows out for a Sunday afternoon stroll.

The Maharaja's Palace in Mysuru. A very popular Sunday evening spectacle for throngs of locals and a few tourists.


En route to Ooty and an elephant seems to have the right of way.

High up in the Western Ghats


Below: At the Savoy Hotel in Ooty (abbreviated from Udagamandalam). It started in 1829 as a school then became a hotel in 1841 for the imperialists to get away from the heat of the plains. Cool at around 7350ft above sea level and a lovely location.




You've been framed.

We slept at the Savoy with a lovely warm fire burning in our room through the night.

The beautiful gothic St Stephen's Church in Ooty. Many British are buried in the graveyard and it is clear from looking at the memorial stones that life expectancy was not long for many of the British colonials. India (or should that be Africa?) the "white man's grave".







India is terribly polluted and that is the major issue facing the country in my opinion. However, ordinary people, schools and some local councils are taking the initiative.



 Our room at the Savoy.

This tea picker is clearly not one of the locals.

I am told that women are employed to pick the tea leaves because they have more delicate fingers than men. Make of that what you will!

Getting ready to board the Nilgiri Mountain Railway from Ooty to Coonoor.



On the way through the Western Ghat mountains down to Metupallayam.




Tea break so everyone gets out for a wander on the tracks!

We did not rate the Taj Surya in Coimbatore. Not clean enough and the food was under-cooked, e.g. raw chicken! One bout of illness was enough thanks. The train to Ernakulam was advertised as an express. Our carriage was cramped, gloomy and dirty. A couple of days later there was an article in the Hindu Times in which a High Court judge strongly criticized India's Southern Rail - saying that fat cat bosses lived in comfort whilst rail passengers had to put up with cockroaches and rats. No vermin on our UK trains I hope, but the people who run the UK trains definitely have something in common with their Indian counterparts.




Taking the stairs down from the railway platform we carefully avoided this sleeping gentleman.

The Trident Hotel in Cochin was great - lovely staff, good food and an inviting swimming pool. It was raining on day two in Cochin and our first stop was the Dhobi. These ladies and gentlemen work hard but were happy to stop to smile at us and say hello.


We had a go at hauling in the Chinese fishing nets.




The Mattancherry Palace in Cochin is fascinating, We followed this with a visit to St Francis Church - where Vasco Da Gama was buried before being exhumed by the Portuguese who then took his bones back to Portugal. The synagogue in Jew Town is beautiful. Sadly there are not many Jewish people left in Cochin. The synagogue caretaker told me that there were now only 15 families  worshiping at the synagogue.



A scene from the Narakasuravadham stroy in which the son of the King of Heaven is beguiled by a demoness in disguise. He gives her the chop!


The Trident Hotel

One of many highlights of the trip was the overnight stay on a houseboat. We had a double bed cabin with en-suite and we shared the boat with two other couples. The crew of three looked after us well and served tasty Keralan meals. Though many of the rice fields were still flooded after the early and heavy monsoon, the villagers seemed to be enjoying the tranquility - much as we were. We stopped at a small market to buy enormous prawns which we enjoyed cooked in ginger as part of our evening meal. 





 Lunch









 Breakfast on board.


Greenwoods in Thekkady was yet another great hotel - staff, food, pool, grounds all impressive. The first thing we sampled was a nearby spice plantation where we wandered among coriander, pepper, cumin, ginger, cocoa, vanilla and turmeric plants. Afterwards Trish assisted one of the chefs and made us a spicy vegetable curry.





We got up very early for our nature walk in the forest alongside Periyar Lake but the elephants, leopards and tigers were nowhere to be seen. The leeches got very attached to us despite the use of puttees!




The bamboo raft was quite secure.

Heading back after the walk.




Elephant fig tree outside our room.



We went back to the lake in the afternoon and the heavens opened.... 


The noise on the video is the rain!

Undies for sale - note the spelling.



Time for a relaxing cuppa in the tree canopy. We drank a LOT of tea in India.


A light load?

Making bricks by hand - hard, hot work. these two make at least 2000 a day!



The Taj Gateway Hotel on a hill above Madurai. The main building was the residence of the Chief Exec of J B Coats UK Ltd from 1890. It is now a very comfortable hotel.




A rickshaw ride through Madurai's hectic streets to the fantastic Meenakshi Temple





The Ghandi Museum and Ghandi's aims and ideals.



Wholesale flower market in Madurai after the rain.






Puducherry

Indians often wanted to have their photos taken with us


In the more tranquil part of Puducherry - the French Quarter.



Government House.

Someone succumbed to the entreaties of a street seller.



Local school students on beach clearance duties. They told me that they volunteered for the weekly task.



Need a dentist?

Our final resting place, and very good it was too! The Grand Bay Resort in Mahabalipuram.



Carvings at Mahabalipuram from the Pallava Dynasty from the C8th. Exquisite.











A very humid morning and the camera lens got a bit misted up!

We flew out of Chennai (formerly Madras ) which, we were told, was one of the calmer cities. I don't think so!