.jpg) Monkey Chorus in Uluwatu
It’s an extraordinary scene: as the light falls over the cliffs of Uluwatu and over the visitors from all around the world, we listen to the sound of the rising wind and the amazing a cappella clicks and rhythmic chanting of the central “monkey-chorus”. The unique Balinese Kecak performance of the Ramayana story has begun! Bali is real a treat for the visitor: the landscape is beautiful and harmonious, the food and coffee are delicious, and the people are friendly and welcoming.
And, in spite of the number of tourists that stream into this tiny Indonesian vacation paradise, somehow the people of Bali have managed to preserve and cultivate their distinctive version of Hindu traditions.
Dance and drama are integral to guarding the traditional cultural stories and developing modern artistic expressions firmly rooted in the past: “In Bali, dance and drama are interchangeable: age-old dance-drama stories are depicted through precise, stylised movements: movements that include defined body-shape and placement; finger, hand and arm gestures; and the quick, bird-like motions of the neck, head and eyes. The makeup and costuming are as much a part of the ancient traditions as the dances themselves.”
We had enjoyed a number of different Balinese dances (see: Legong and other Balinese Dances) during our stays on the island, but somehow had missed out on what is reputedly the “best known” Balinese dance: the Kecak – pronounced “kechak”. Like many Hindu and Buddhist art forms, the story is taken from part of the Ramayana, the holy book about seventh avatar of the god Vishnu, Lord Ram or Rama. The segment of the Ramayana featured in the Kecak Dance is the kidnapping of Rama’s beloved wife Sita by the demon-king Ravana, and the efforts of Rama and his brother Lakshmana to retrieve her. This is where Lord Hanuman, the monkey god, enters the story, and helps in the rescue.
Unlike other Balinese dances, the Kecak does not use a gamelan-orchestral accompaniment. It is named for the “chat-a-chak-a-chak” sing-song made by the chanting men in the chorus. This relatively modern format (developed in the 1930s) is built on the age-old Balinese Sanghyang traditions of sacred trance dances which are only performed as part of religious ceremonies.
Uluwatu Temple, one of Bali’s principal Hindu sea temples (Pura Segara), is possibly the most iconic place to enjoy the Kecak Dance. Named for it’s location, the Pura (temple) Luhur (sublime) sits at the Ulu (edge) of a 70-meter-high (230 ft) Watu (cliff or rock). It is also renowned for its magnificent sunsets.
We weren’t favoured with much of a sunset, but at least we weren’t drenched by the rains we’d experienced at Tanah Lot, the other popular Western sea temple, which we had visited the week before (see: Chasing the Sunset).
Grab a sarong – modest dress is required in all Balinese temples – and join me for a Kecak dance performance.
.jpg) Old Woman at the Coffee Shop
We’d had a long drive, and a morning on the waters around Nusa Dua (more on that some other time), so I was in need of a rich, Balinese coffee before we went into the temple grounds. The shop-owner’s mother was gracious enough to pose for me. .jpg) Gnarled Tree in the Courtyard
The temple grounds are tidy, dotted with shrines, and shaded by ancient trees.  Visitors to Uluwatu
The grounds of the cliff-side temple overlook the Indian Ocean. To the Temple
The views, the cliffs, … On the Edge (Ulu) of the Cliff (Watu)
… and the walkway stretch out in both directions. Puru (Temple) on the Edge (Ulu)
The tiny tiered temple is dwarfed by the seventy-metre cliff and the endless, rolling seas and skies. Macaque on the Banister
The walkways are the domain of the monkeys, who have learned to steal anything they can get their hands on: phones, eye-glasses, hats, wallets. They might – if you are lucky – be persuaded to return your valuables in exchange for food. Macaque on the Steps
Temple attendants have been unable to stamp out this thievery; new monkeys introduced to the area learn the behaviour very quickly, and so it continues. One snatched a small coin purse that was attached to my camera bag – a weak chain is no match for a naughty monkey! Pura Uluwatu
As we walk down the path (holding onto our hats and glasses), we get a better view of the temple itself. Temple Gardens
The light is falling as we make our way towards the dance arena, … Tourists in the Temple Grounds
… alongside visitors in “borrowed” sarongs. Lighting the Fires
As the audience file in and find seats in the bleachers, a Hindu priest makes offerings and lights the lamp flames. Introducing the Program
A woman introduces the program. From where we are seated, we can’t understand a word she says, but we have a printed handout, so hopefully we’ll have a sense of what is going on. The Monkey Chorus
The monkey-chorus, making continual rhythmic percussive vocal sounds, form a tight circle around the flaming lamp. Their longyi are fashioned from the ubiquitous black-and-white checked poleng cloth which symbolises the balance of the universe. The attached short video clip I took with my phone is not great quality, but it shows Rama and Sita entering, and gives a taste of the remarkable sounds the Monkey Chorus makes. Just click the link!
The Golden Deer
Rama is seen hunting a golden deer that he and Sita came across in the forest. Unfortunately, the golden deer is really the shape-shifting demon-king Ravana, who covets Sita; Rama disappears, and the trouble begins! Garuda
The story gets rather convoluted: Sita has sent Rama’s brother Laksamana in search of Rama; she is left alone in the forest, where Ravana, the mythical multi-headed demon-king who we last saw in the shape of the golden deer, tries to kidnap her; he then disguises himself as an old man and tries again. Her cries for help are heard by the Garuda, who fights for her, but his wings are injured, and Ravana wins. Hanuman
Meanwhile, Rama and his brother Laksamana have reunited, and when they meet Hanuman, the monkey commander of the monkey army, they enlist his aid in rescuing Sita. Trijata
We’ve seated ourselves high up in the bleachers, in the hope of a sunset over the cliffs. Each time we blink, the monkey chorus changes formation and there are new characters on set! Trijata is the niece of the demon-king Ravana. Hanuman Returns
The sky darkens – without any of the colour we had hoped for – and Hanuman returns to help rescue Sita. He poses for the cameras of the work-group who are travelling together on a team-building holiday. Giant of Alengka Pura
Of course, nothing goes smoothly! The servants of Alengka Pura (???) enlist giants to punish Hanuman; … Hanuman Captured
… they try to burn him, but he – naturally – escapes and punishes them. Rama and Sita Reunited
Rama and Sita are reunited, and live happily… until the next chapter… The Ramayana epic poem in its entirety is some 24,000 verses long, with parts of the text dating back to the 7th century BCE. It is an allegory of Hindu teachings, and as such, underpins culture and art throughout India, Nepal, Sri Lanka and much of South-east Asia. I’ve seen segments presented through cartoon, dance, shadow-puppets and marionettes; the stories are everywhere.
This is a unique presentation of a much-told tale.
Even with the ever-present wind and the threat of rain, the backdrop was magnificent, and the slow-moving, elegant Balinese dance style against the trance-inducing “chat-a-chak-a-chak” of the monkey chorus was mesmerising.
We left bewitched.
Pictures: 04February2017
Posted in Bali,Culture,TravelTags: Bali,dance,hindu,hinduism,Indonesia,Kecak,performance,Photo Blog,religion,Religious Practice,temple,Travel Blog,Ursula Wall
Māmā Mihirangi and the Māreikura
Sounds weaving like a dream… Māmā Mihirangi’s vocals and electronic loops waft through the huge Crossroads tent at the Byron Bay Bluesfest 2019, seamlessly blending ancient Māori culture into modern performance art. There is nothing quite like a Māori haka to get your festival day started!
(Double click for: Māmā Mihirangi & The Māreikura – E-Te-Ariki)
The music clip attached is a prayer: E te Ariki – “Lord”, but the Aotearoa (NZ) Māori artists and activists Māmā Mihirangi & The Māreikura had started the set – first up on the last day of the five-day Easter-long-weekend Byron Bay Bluesfest – together in a haka for the female descendants of the Mother Goddess. It got my blood pumping and cheered me up enormously!
I love that Bluesfest Byron Bay includes First Nations music in its program in two ways: firstly, by defining “blues and roots” music broadly enough to include a smattering of traditional music from around the world; and secondly, by concurrently hosting the three-day Boomerang Festival.
The Boomerang Festival is billed as a “global indigenous arts & culture event aimed at Aboriginal access for audiences wishing to engage with a quality, unique, true Indigenous experience.” First launched in 2013, it includes music, dance, crafts, story-telling, visual arts, and healing.
As a Bluesfest participant, I have access to as many of the Boomerang activities as I can fit into my broader festival experience: I always sample some of the music and dance (eg: Boomerang 2016; Back to the Roots; Australian Guitars and Strings; Blues Women Rock; Songs of Joy and Protest).
This year was no different: I revisited some old favourites and found a few new ones.
Do join me!
Boomerang Flags
Around the sandy dance-circle and high over the tent-tops, Indigenous flags fly in honour of the Boomerang Festival of Indigenous arts and culture. Tibetan Singer behind Barbed Wire
It seems symbolic somehow, to see displaced Tibetan musician, Tenzin Choegyal, looking small as he sits singing and story-telling in the sand-circle. Rako Pasefika
I have enjoyed these wonderful performers before (see: Boomerang 2016). Originally from Rotuma, a volcanic Fijian island, the group was formed to safeguard and share cultural practices. Rako on Percussion
As artisans of the Pacific, they also practice and teach traditional skills including bark cloth (Tapa/ Masi) printing, making coconut sinnet (Magi magi) and weaving. These aptitudes are reflected in their instruments and costuming. Rako Pasefika Dancer
On Saturday afternoon the weather changed, … Dancing in the Rain
… but the onset of rain couldn’t dampen that smile … Conquest
… or diminish the power of the dance. Hips Swinging
Rotuma is at the crossroads of the Micronesian, Melanesian, and Polynesian cultures, and the influence can be heard in the musical rhythms and seen in the dance and costume styles. The Queen of Cool
Billed as the “Queen of Loops”, Māmā Mihirangi produces contemporary Māori music, blending ancient chants and traditional harmonies with modern instruments and stories. A Māreikura
The Māreikura are Māmā Mihirangi’s traditional female dancers … Traditional Weaponry
… who performed the haka I mentioned in my introduction, and demonstrated symbolic uses of traditional weapons. Poi Dance
Poi dancing is a longstanding Maori tradition. Poi and the Māreikura
Wahine (female) dancers perform with the poi to improve their flexibility, strength and coordination, … Ferocious Feminine Power
… but it is not hard to imagine poi being used as weapons! Māmā Mihirangi
The whole performance (which, as you can tell by the changes of costumes, I attended twice) was delightfully engaging. Malu Kiai Mura Buai – Shark Bait
Meanwhile, back at the sand circle, a dance troupe performs a story about shark bait. Malu Kiai Mura Buai – Shark Bait
Originally from Boigu Island in the Torres Strait, this traditional dance group is based in Brisbane. I love watching the little ones shadowing their elders, … “Baby Shark”
… but all I could think of was the annoyingly-repetitive children’s song “Baby Shark – doo doo doo doo doo doo.” Girls of the Malu Kiai Mura Buai
Two days later when I was at the sand circle, the young women were preparing to perform … Welcome Flower
… their welcome song and dance. Welcome Dance Malu Kiai Mura Buai Warrior
After the Welcome Dance, the men return to wave their spears … Warrior Spirit
… and show off their warrior spirit. Dobby
Only 24, rapper, drummer and workshop facilitator, Dobby, is a recent recipient of the prestigious Peter Sculthorpe Fellowship for composition. Identifying as Filipino and Aboriginal, Dobby is an accomplished musician, with a delightfully enjoyable stage presence which carries his clever lyrics and powerful messages. Tenzin Choegyal
Outside in the sand circle, Tenzin Choegyal – a regular Boomerang participant – sings his original songs expressing pain over the loss of his Tibetan homeland and cultural heritage. One of his songs, a prayer based on the 8th Century classic text: The Tibetan Book of the Dead, is attached below. (Click for Safe Passage from the album Heart Strings by Tenzin Choegyal)
Tenzin Choegyal
The audience was silent and self-reflective as they listened with rapt attention. Benny Walker
Another Boomerang-return favourite, Benny Walker, a Yorta Yorta man from regional Victoria, is easy on the ears and eyes. “Dad Jokes” and Beautiful Songs
I returned for another set the next day; I just love listening to his rich voice and slow, bluesy rhythms. “Stay in my Arms” deserves to be a love classic. Mojo Jujo
Award-winning Mojo Juju Ruiz de Luzuriaga’s most recent R’n’B/hip-hop/soul album tells stories of her Filipino–Wiradjuri family heritage. Drummer Steve “T-Bone” Ruiz de Luzuriaga
Drummers don’t feature in many photos because they often hide behind their kit out of the lights at the back, which was why I was so pleased to find Mojo Juju’s brother lit in such an interesting manner … Mojo Juju
… when I caught a second set on the last day of Bluesfest. The Mission Songs Project
Jessie Lloyd, with her Mission Songs Project, was a fitting end to my experience of this year’s Boomerang Festival: in the 1900s, Aboriginal people were taken out of their traditional communities and relocated into church-run “Mission” settlements and state-run native camps. Deline Briscoe, Jessie Lloyd, and Emma Donovan
Jessie has spent over two years traveling, researching, and collecting the songs that the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people in these settlements, reserves, and native camps, sang about their daily lives. With some of Australia’s finest musicians, she has been singing these songs around the country in what are extremely moving performances.
And that is the beauty of music, isn’t it?
It builds bridges across time and culture, and helps bring “the other” closer to “us”.
And, it makes us feel.
To the music!
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Prayers
Ethiopia is one of the oldest Christian states in the world. The Entoto Maryam Church is probably the oldest building in use in the vicinity of Addis Ababa; it was full of active worshippers when I visited. “And King Solomon gave the queen of Sheba all that she desired, whatever she asked besides what was given her by the bounty of King Solomon. So she turned and went back to her own land with her servants.”
– 1 Kings 10:13
Ethiopia – and its capital Addis Ababa – is the quintessential paradox.
According to an Ethiopian account from the 14th century, the visit of Makada, Queen of Sheba to King Solomon of the House of David, some time in the 10th century BC, resulted in a son – who grew up to become Menelik I, founder of the dynasty – at first Jewish, then later Christian – that reigned over the Empire of Ethiopia for most of the years from around 950 BC through to the overthrow of Haile Selassie in 1974. More than that, it is claimed that when Menelik visited Jerusalem as a young adult, King Solomon gave him a replica of the Ark of the Covenant; somehow, this was switched with the original – which is reputedly still in Axum, Northern Ethiopia.
Scholars may argue some – or all – of the details of this legacy, and the Ethiopian government and church may refuse all requests to see the alleged ark, but the story has had important and lasting effects on Ethiopian culture and psyche. There was no room for doubt in the mind of the young man who introduced me to the many precious early Christian artefacts in the small museum in the grounds of St George Cathedral in Addis Ababa.
On the other hand, my guide was quite skeptical about the origins of the remains of Lucy, the original Australopithecus afarensis, found in Ethiopia’s Afar Triangle in the Great Rift Valley in 1974. I’m old enough to remember when the results of that momentous find were publicised. I also remember watching the Leakey’s earlier explorations of the neighbouring regions (Dr Leakey and the Dawn of Man, 1966), and reading African Genesis (1961) by Robert Ardrey. So, I was very excited to visit the National Museum of Ethiopia in Addis Ababa, where a replica of Lucy – thought to be our 3.2 million year-old Hominini ancestor – is on display.
Ethiopia is home to over 80 different ethnic groups and about 90 individual languages; almost 2 million people practice traditional faiths – making it even harder to reconcile the differing “stories” of humanity. But, the country was the second to officially adopt Christianity (after Armenia) – as early as 324 CE. Today, while the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church (a branch of Oriental Orthodoxy) is no longer distinguished as a state religion, it remains the major influence.
The number of Ethiopian Orthodox churches that dot the city – and are included in a city tour – are testament to this.
The heritage of – and reverence towards – Emperor Haile Selassie (1892-1975 – reigned: 1930-1974) is another conundrum. Also known as Ras Tafari Makonnen, he established Ethiopia’s constitution, implemented the legal basis for the abolition of slavery in Africa, and led Ethiopia to become a charter member of the United Nations. Revered as the returned messiah by the Rastafari religion originating in Jamaica in the 1930s, he enjoyed prestige and respect among world leaders – while also being condemned for poor human rights – until he was deposed and imprisoned in 1975.
A visit to a former palace, which Haile Selassie gave to University College of Addis Ababa in 1961, and which now houses the Ethnographic Museum, is also included in the city tour that I had organised for myself.
I was in the country for a photo-tour of the Omo Valley that was meeting up in the evening: the only sensible flight I could organise had me arriving at the airport before seven am. That gave me too much “down-time” to waste, but not enough to acclimatise properly, so I booked a day trip around the city, rather than trying to explore on my own.
This provided a small sampler of what the city has to offer.
Entrance to Entoto Maryam Church
The charming octagonal Maryam (St Mary) Church was built around 1882 by Menelik II while he was Negus of Shewa. It sits at 3200 meters above sea level, on the peak of Mt Entoto, just outside Addis Ababa. Robes and Crowns
The yard in front of the church entrance was full of people, some in robes and crowns, … Turbans and Robes
… others in robes and turbans. Turbans and Maqwamiya
The prayer staffs (maqwamiya) that these men carry are symbolic of Christ’s body, as it came down from Heaven, and as it was lifted up in resurrection. They can be tucked under the arm as a support (as He supported people on earth), and are banged on the ground to maintain chant- and song-rhythms. Prayers and Songs
It was a Sunday, so I was not surprised to see so much activity – but I was told this was part of a wedding celebration. I was very generously invited into the centre of the action … Photographer
… even though a local photographer was clearly on the job. Young Boy
Everyone was wearing their Sunday best. I love the colourful embroidery on the young lad’s collar: typical of Ethiopian fabric ornamentation. Senasel – Sistrum
Like the maqwamiya (prayer staffs), the senasel (sistrum) are as symbolic as they are rhythmic. The front and back represent Jacob’s ladder and the angels, the sides are the old and the new testaments, and iron pieces inside symbolise the five pillars of the church. Priest Chanting
The chants and prayers are performed in Geʽez – a South Semitic language dating back to between 4 and 10 CE – rather than in Amharic, which is the main language spoken in the country. Musicians
Of course, a drum is not just a drum: a large kebero or hand drum, is used for the liturgical music. The drum is the body of Jesus, with the narrow end representing His human nature, and the wider end being His divine nature. Smaller kebero drums are used in secular celebrations. Addis Ababa from Mount Entoto
Sitting at an altitude of 2,355 m (7,726 ft), Addis is the fourth-highest capital city in the world. From here on Mount Entoto (3200 m), we can look down over the city. It is mid-October: the rains are finished and the humidity is low; dust and pollution hang in the air, obscuring the skyline. St. Mary’s Church
I spotted this lovely entry-arch on our way up the hill, and persuaded my guide to stop on the way back down. The blue dome is typical of Coptic Orthodox buildings. Congregation outside St. Mary’s Church
Obscured by the darkness under the arches, the priest delivered a Sunday sermon to his gathered flock. Local Textile Market
Further down the hill we stop at a local market … Mannequin
… to admire the finely woven cottons decorating the well-worn mannequins. Haile Selassie Finery
Selassie gave his Guenete Leul Palace to the local university; some of the rooms have been preserved in honour of him – while others are now the Ethiopian Ethnological Museum. Ethiopian Coffee and the Herb Rue
The next stop was at a street-side coffee shop, where we sat on rickety stools enjoying rich, dark coffee with rue (Ruta graveolens). Lugging Loads
After a visit to Lucy in the National Museum of Ethiopia, and a lunch of injera – the local staple: a spongy pancake-like bread made from teff, a native grain, and filled with meat and/or vegetables and spicy sauces, I persuaded my guide to take me to a local vegetable market. Man in the Potatoes
He was quite surprised when many of the local vegetable-sellers were happy to have their pictures made. Loads in the Road Veggie Sellers
It was dark inside the sheds, but the people were friendly – regarding me with curiosity. St George Cathedral
My last stop was at St George Cathedral, one of the oldest cathedrals in Addis Ababa. It was commissioned by Emperor Menelik II following his 1896 victory over the Italians in Adwa, and finished in 1911. St George
Emperor Menelik II dedicated the church to St George, Ethiopia’s patron saint. Coptic Cross
According to local lore, St George was an Ethiopian, born in Palestina: at that time a country ruled by the Moors. St George Cathedral from Outside
I was lucky enough to be able to look through the museum on the St George Cathedral grounds. No photos are allowed in the small building crammed full of precious religious iconography, but my guide was in his element – and determined to explained every artefact in great detail. Before long my head was spinning! I blamed it on jet-lag, and called it a day.
 I still can’t come to grips with the legends, the beliefs, and the complex history of the Ethiopians.
But, they sure make great coffee!
Happy Travels.
Photos: 14October2018
Posted in Africa,Christianity,Ethiopia,History,TravelTags: architecture,Coptic Orthodox,environmental portrait,Orthodox,Photo Blog,religion,Religious Practice,travel,Travel Blog,Ursula Wall
The Brusio Spiral Viaduct
Just south of the tiny town of Brusio, the Bernina Express train-line encounters one of its many triumphs of engineering: a 110 metre- (360 foot) long spiral that keeps the grade across the whole system limited to 7% or less. Riding the rails is my favourite way to travel. Being able to move around at will, or nestle in a seat or a berth, while watching the world chug past the windows, is just magic to me.
It was summer – many years ago now – and we had several weeks in which to explore Switzerland. On the advice of Swiss friends, we had pre-purchased Swiss Rail Passes and had already enjoyed making extensive use of them to get around the country (eg: Wanderweg around the Pfäffikersee; Balade Des Fontaines, Aigle; Château de Chillon; Schaffhausen and Neuhausen am Rheinfall; Gruyères; The Salt Mines of Bex; Leysin; Lucerne; Bern).
Even by Swiss standards, rail travel doesn’t get much better than in a reserved seat in one of the panorama cars comprising the beautiful, streamlined, Bernina Express trains that run through a UNESCO-listed landscape of mountains, valleys, and engineering marvels!
The highest railway across the Alps, the Bernina Express train line extends from Chur, Switzerland’s oldest town, through the Bernina Pass at Alp Grüm (2,253 m), and then drops into the Val Poschiavo and crosses into Italy, where it terminates in Tirano (441 m). There, summer passengers – like us – can pick up the red Bernina Express Bus which drives past Lake Como and back into Switzerland; ending in Lugano.
We started our sight-seeing circuit near Zürich (see: Railway Dreaming), and stopped overnight in Poschiavo to visit with friends and family and to enjoy the sights in this small Italian-speaking town (see: Switzerland for Lunch). We were up early the following morning to take the next leg of the journey: across the Italian border and into Tirano. In Tirano, we had just enough time between the end of the train and the start of the bus extension to explore and have lunch (Watch this space!).
The scenery along the whole route is spectacular.
Bernina in the Road: Via Principale, Poschiavo
In many of the small towns along the southern end of the Bernina’s route, the railroad shares the streets: in some places, blocking them completely when the train rolls through. There is a train coming down our road as we drag our suitcases out of our Poschiavo hotel and walk towards the station. Along Lago di Poschiavo
Once in our train, we head south: following the shores of Lake Poschiavo. Lago di Poschiavo
Formed by a prehistoric landslide, today this massive lake is used as a reservoir. Out the Windows of the Bernina
The tourist town of Miralago comes into view at the south end of the lake. The Bernina
Many curves – but just a few minutes – later … Brusio
… we can see a section of train snaking through the little municipality of Brusio. Brusio
When we draw into the Brusio RhB (Rhaetian Railway) station, we meet the Bernina that’s heading north to St. Moritz. Almost Abstract: “Trains that Pass“ Brusio
The little town of Brusio looks clean and pretty as we roll by. Crotto
On one side of the tracks, as we make our way out of town, we can see stone igloos. These caves, or crotto, are usually built over running water to keep the temperature inside cool: they originally functioned as archaic refrigerators. The Brusio Spiral Viaduct
On the other side of the train, the incredible Spiral Viaduct comes into view. The Bernina on the Arches
First opened in 1908, the full circle allows the train to drop to the valley without exceeding the maximum allowable 7% grade. The viaduct spans across nine ten-metre arches, and is one of the feats of engineering that led to the Bernina railway being UNESCO World Heritage listed. Bernina Caboose Reflections Castello Di Piattamala
We cross into Italy and drop further into Valtellina Valley. Tirano is in the distance, and the now-abandoned Castello Di Piattamala – built in the early 1920’s – sits across the river. Train into Tirano
We continue to drop down: we started our morning in Poschiavo at 1,014 metres above sea level; Tirano sits at 441 metres. Il Trenino Giallo di Tirano
We have a few hours in Tirano before we need to meet our friends for lunch and catch our Bernina Express Bus back to Switzerland. So, we swap our flashy red train for Tirano’s little yellow tourist train, and set off to explore (see: At the Crossroads of the Mountains). Back on the Buses
Although the buses from Tirano, Italy, through to Lugano, Switzerland, are clean and modern, they cannot possibly compare to the beautiful train carriages. Church on a Hill
The hills rise up steeply, dotted with villages and old churches, … Another Hill – Another Church
… and covered in vineyards. Lake Como
The fabled Lake Como, home to millionaires and celebrities, rolls into view. Sorico Lake Lugano
Afternoon sun lights up the villages lining the shores of Lake Lugano, and we slip from Italy back into Switzerland. Night over Lake Lugano
With our bags stored away in a Lugano hotel room, we enjoy an evening stroll along the promenade. And so ends another day of wonderful exploration – made possible by the fabulous Swiss rail and bus system.
The next day will bring a new adventure.
Until then,
Happy Travels!
Photos: 07August2014
Posted in Landscapes,Switzerland,TravelTags: landscape,Landscapes,nature,Photo Blog,railway,Swiss Alps,Switzerland,train,travel,Travel Blog,UNESCO,Ursula Wall
Sadhu on the Phone
Age-old traditions meet modern technologies: this is India, where there is an amazing new sight around every crowded corner. It is truly a “street photography” bonanza. Incredible India!
That’s how the Government of India has marketed its tourism campaigns since 2002, and it is not wrong.
Incredible!
Defined as: 1) impossible to believe, improbable, inconceivable, preposterous, implausible, unimaginable, or 2) difficult to believe; extraordinary, wonderful, marvellous, amazing, astonishing, astounding, awe-inspiring, awesome, extraordinary, fabulous.
I think the campaign was intended to build on the second meaning, but both are equally true. India is as frustrating as it is captivating; it is amazing and unbelievable. It is full of the unexpected: it is a chaos of colours, a richness of smells and tastes, and a kaleidoscope of visuals.
It is also exceptionally photogenic. Every time I have visited, I have come away exhausted, with a skin bursting with a complex mix of emotions and memories, and cards full of digital images. It takes me forever to go back through these images, but when I do I am plunged back into the crush and the heat and the noise – and I miss it acutely.
The street-photos I’m posting here are from the town of Pushkar in Rajasthan, Northern India. A pilgrimage destination for both Hindus and Sikhs, Pushkar also hosts the annual autumn Camel Fair, which draws crowds of cattle-, horse- and camel-traders, as well as entertainers, touts, venders, and international tourists: like myself, photographer Karl Grobl from Jim Cline Photo Tours, and the small group of photography enthusiasts I was travelling with under the leadership of local guide DV Singh Jagat. We had spent a lot of time on the dusty fairground amid the camels and horses (see: Faces at the Camel Fair, and Among the Camels and Horses), so a walk into town was a welcome respite.
I hope these pictures give you some feel for the messy magic that is India.
Cutting Vegetables
So much “life” happens in the streets and public spaces: you can watch street food being made from scratch. Street Food Stall
You are never very far from food – and there are plenty of eager customers. Making Samosas
So much of it looks fresh and tasty, … Samosas Cooking
… and it’s hard to walk past the samosas! Man in a Doorway Living Divinity
Dressed and painted as one of the the countless Hindu Gods, … Hindu God in Pink
… a child walking into town meets the camera’s gaze. Gold and Bangles
The roadway into town is lined with open shop-fronts … Face in the Crowd
… and crowded with walking people. In addition to the Camel Festival, this day was Prabodhini Ekadashi: a significant Hindu festival that marks the beginning of auspicious ceremonies like marriages, child naming, etc., so the streets going into the many Hindu temples were busy. Selling Tattoos
It is not too late to get an ink design before reaching the temples in town! Sadhu on a Marble Platform
The sadhus fascinate me. This one is clearly important: he is well dressed, in a good location, and surrounded by icons, images, and paraphernalia. Sadhu in Pink
They come in all colours, … Sadhu in Orange
… and can be found tucked in corners or under trees everywhere. In theory sadhus, who are religious ascetics or holy people in Hinduism and Jainism, renounce worldly life. In practice, they are all very different: with different dress and possessions, and different levels of engagement with the secular world. Shoes on Sale
The shops lining the roadway are eye-catching. Man in a Red Pheta (Turban)
Wherever there is a ledge to sit on, pilgrims make use of it to rest. This red turban fabric is typical of Rajasthan, … Man in a Mustard Vest
… but a variety of colours and patterns are possible. The cloth is usually between 3.5 and 6 meters long and 1 meter wide. It is wonderful seeing the fabrics stretched out when they are being washed or died. Indian Women
Women’s headscarves – or ghoonghats – are even more varied than the men’s turbans, and are often embroidered, beaded or sequinned. Gulaab Niwaas Palace
Built between 1743 and 1746 as a summer palace for Maharana Jagat Singh II, this is one of the many beautiful Mewar palaces across Northern India that have been turned into lovely hotels. Lake Pushkar from Rajbohra Ghat
The palace must have a wonderful view; even at our level – lower down – we are overlooking Pushkar Lake and the surrounding town and mountains. Street Scene
Clumps of people gather everywhere – many sitting cross-legged, others in full “Asian squat”. I love the contrast between the mobile phone and the wrapped dreadlocks on the minimalist sadhu in this picture. The Long Moustache
Let me introduce you to an unusual entertainer I met along the road: a juggler and musician … Feet and Moustache
… with bells on his ankles and a moustache down to his feet. The Nose Flutes
He plays his nose flutes for us … Tying up his Moustache
… before plonking his turban on my head and twisting his moustache into a topknot! Incredible, right?
That’s India!
Until next time,
Namaste
Pictures: 13November2013
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