Thursday, March 24, 2011

Vietnam

Wednesday, March 23, 2011 – Vietnam
We arrived in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam on Saturday, March 19 and it is not the same place we visited 14 years ago. On our first visit in 1997 most everyone rode a bike and wore traditional Vietnamese clothes. There weren’t any high rise buildings and the economy wasn’t good. I talked to another person who told me it isn’t the same as when he visited just three years ago. The economy is booming and people are now riding motor bikes and some ride in cars and very few are on bicycles. However, you still see ladies with a stick across their back and a basket of vegetables or whatever to sell hanging from each end. There are ten million people living in this town and there are seven million motor bikes. When you park a motor bike on the sidewalk you need to pay someone to watch it for you so it doesn’t get ripped off. It costs about 35 cents to have someone watch your bike for one or two hours. Restaurants have a person outside watching for their customers.

When you walk across the street you start walking keeping the same pace and don’t stop until you reach the other side. There are cycles, cars, buses and cars weaving all around you. We were told whatever you do don’t slow down or stop in the middle of the street. That is when accidents happen. I got to the point where I couldn’t look to the right or left but just straight ahead to avoid seeing what was coming at me.

I’ve noticed most people in Vietnam now wear western type clothes. I did see some traditional clothes on airline workers, school children, and people working in hotels. Today I saw two ladies getting on cycles with traditional garb for the first time since we arrived in Vietnam. It looks quite strange to see women dressed up with high heels, masks on their faces and helmets riding motor bikes. Our guide said the women wear face masks primarily to prevent them from getting sunburned. Women think the whiter their skin is the more beautiful they are. We didn’t see much sun but many ladies still wore face masks. I think a bigger reason for wearing the mask may be to protect them from pollution although the exhaust from motor bikes doesn’t seem to be too bad. They also wear the mask to keep the wind off their faces. When we were in Vietnam last time they carried everything from fruits and vegetables to cardboard boxes, eggs, chickens, etc. on bicycles. Now they carry it all on motor bikes. In a few more years there probably will be more cars as the economy keeps improving but I don’t think they have the infrastructure to handle the traffic.

We had a guide show us around Ho Chi Minh City on the Saturday we arrived. We visited a history museum where we saw a water puppet performance where the stage is a pool of water. We’ve seen water puppet shows before and this one wasn’t very good. Next we went to see the former Presidential Palace where everything has been left much as it was on April 30, 1975 when North Vietnamese military tanks crashed through the front gates and overthrew the South Vietnamese government. It felt very strange walking through the halls of this building remembering living through this time of history.

Next we visited Thien Hau Pagoda which is known for coiled incense which burn for as long as a month. Buddhists pray here for something they want like a good life, health or whatever they might have on their mind. They light incense and write their wishes on pieces of paper and burn fake money. They believe the smoke is the equalizer between here and the other world.

The men worship their ancestors. They worship at temples twice a month on the first and fifteenth. We learned from our guide that people are buried twice. The first time they are buried in a coffin and then four or five years later they dig the body up and clean the bones and then rebury the bones in a ceramic container. This is the way it has been done for many years and the older generation still wants to be buried this way. Our guide said the younger generation believes in cremation and the older people say they don’t want to be burned. But the old practice is going to change because 60% of the population is between 25 and 35 years old and they don’t think like the old generation.

The Vietnamese people prefer to have boy children. Only men are allowed to pray for ancestors so if you don’t have a boy there won’t be anyone to take care of you when you are old and pray for you when you are dead. The law is you can only have two children. If you work for the government and have more than two children you would be fired.

In the past most marriages were arranged and this is still the case in the country or agricultural areas. But in the cities most marriages are between people who have fallen in love and then get their parent’s permission to marry. In the past the Vietnamese have been very superstitious and have gone to a fortune teller to find out what day and time to get married. Each family has an altar in their home to keep the good spirits around and bring them prosperity. Every store, hotel and business has one too for the same reasons.

Our guide said Vietnamese people eat dogs, cats, rats and snakes. He said they would never eat their own pet dog but would be glad to eat their neighbors. He also said they wouldn’t eat a rat from the city but would eat those from rice fields or coconut groves. I guess he thought those would be better tasting. He said we didn’t need to worry that we were eating dog at a restaurant, as dog meat would be more expensive than other meat. I put these thoughts out of my mind when eating in Vietnam and really enjoyed all the food I had. They eat very healthy food – lots of fish, vegetables, fruit, noodles and soup broth. We were told the older generation likes to eat at home and they eat rice three times a day. But again the younger generation would rather eat out in restaurants. I wonder how big these people will get if they start eating western type food and are no longer riding bikes like they used to.

On Monday morning we left the ship at 4:15 AM for a trip to Hanoi and Ha Long Bay which is in the northern part of Vietnam. Ha Noi is the capital of Vietnam and is the second largest city. It has very interesting housing. They are taxed on the width of their homes so the people build very narrow and long houses rising up three and four levels. Extended families live together having a business on the first floor and the older generation living on the next and then the younger families living above that. The houses are painted and finished nicely in the front often times with French architecture influence. Most of the time another house will be built right alongside another so they leave one long side unpainted cement without any windows. There is a water tank on top of each house. Every day the city pumps water to the houses twice a day – once between 6 and 9 AM and then again between 4 or 5 to 9 PM.

Being a communist country there are loud speakers on many corners where news, weather and propaganda are played three times a day. Our guide said one of these speakers is outside his home and the speaker wakes him up every day at 5:00 AM. He said sometimes they play music over these speakers but it isn’t music anyone wants to listen to.

We went to the Ho Chi Minh mausoleum and shrine. His body has been embalmed and kept there for 40 years. There was a line several blocks long to view the body. Some of us didn’t want to wait in the line so opted out. But those who went in said he looked like a wax figure. A little girl from our ship said the body glowed. Vietnam used to send the body to Russia from September to December each year to have it refurbished but now they close the mausoleum to tourists and do the work themselves. They consider Ho Chi Minh the father of their country.

The next day we had a four hour bus ride that passed by rice fields and lots of farming country. We saw lots of people doing back breaking work in the fields. Along the roads and between rice paddies there were cows and water buffalo grazing. Our destination was Ha Long Bay where we took a four hour boat ride through beautiful islands. We made a stop at a cave that they called Palace in Heaven. It was a big beautiful cave lit with colorful lights. What a wonder nature is! We had a great lunch on board and even got to shop as we cruised along. Small boats with beautiful fruit displays and mothers holding their small children kept pulling up to our boat trying to get us to buy. It was a wonderful experience and the views are indescribable.

In the evening we were treated to another great Vietnamese meal in Hanoi and then on to another water puppet show. This one was much better than the one we saw in Ho Chi Minh City or Saigon. The puppets were colorful and gave the history of Vietnam. The music was live with women and men dressed in colorful traditional clothes and playing traditional instruments.

We had a wonderful time in Vietnam and now we need to rest up for two days to get ready for China.














Phyllis Journal #9

Saturday, March 12, 2011
Had an appointment for a trim on my hair this morning. Today is picture day. We had picture today for Sea Salts (our name for lifelong learners). Then this afternoon we had a picture of everyone on the whole ship. That is a lot of people gathered in one spot. Tonight we met with several groups to reflect what we saw in India. It was very interesting to hear what everyone’s opinion was. Then they served us cookies and milk. Went to bed at 10:00 PM as I am still exhausted from our trip. We had very little sleep. It will take a few days to catch up.

Sunday, March 13, 2011
This morning we have global studies. We will hear more about Tsunami off Japan. It sounds like many people are hurt , died or disappeared completely. It was a horrible tragedy. Have not heard yet if we will be going there. This afternoon we watched the movie, “Water”. It is about India and was very interesting. Tonight after dinner the crew from this ship puts on a show for us. It was eleven different performances. Some of singing, orchestra and dances. Mostly very funny and entertaining. Turned clocks ahead one hour again tonight.

Monday, March 14, 2011
Today I am still tired and we turn clocks ahead again one hour. Went to breakfast and came back to my room and slept. Tonight we turn clocks back one hour again. We are now 13 hours ahead of Minnesota. This afternoon I have been reading my book. Just still feel really tired today but will catch up on sleep tonight.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Tomorrow we go to Singapore. It is a country not a city. It is supposed to be very beautiful. We will only be there for the day. It will be hot and humid. We got the green sheet telling us about it. We are going on a city orientation to see the city. We have to get our passport stamped in morning before we get off of the ship. Watched movies of Vietnam tonight in our room as this is our next stop.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011
We are now in Singapore. It is a beautiful country. We left and went on a bus tour to see the sights here. Everything is very clean and green here. They have beautiful churches, temples and mosques here. They also have two casinos here which you can go into and play. It is free for visitors. If you live here it costs you $100 to get in the door. If you want to buy a car it is $100,000 for a permit to buy. After the tour Carol and I went to Seaport Shopping Center. Went to McDonalds for lunch. Tasted very American to me. The place was packed. They also have Starbucks coffee and Subway. It is very Americanized. Highlights – Raffles Hotel (home of the Singapore Sling drink) cost is $25 for one – Chinatown, nice art work – Three towers 55 stories high – subway system – shuttles $6.00 – Botanic Gardens with very pretty flowers, especially orchids and taxis which are reasonable to use. There are restaurants everywhere to eat and food is safe to eat. Very modern place. I enjoyed.

Thursday, March 17, 2011
St. Patrick’s Day – Played hand and foot with new partners today. Really enjoyed at 5:30 PM the faculty treated us to drinks and snacks. We had some St. Patrick’s Day dancing and singing. We all had on something green – mostly shirts and scarves. It was very festive and we all enjoyed. We are now going to Taiwan instead of Japan. Right now they really have their problems and they don’t need us there to add to their problems. Anyway it was a fun day.

Friday, March 18, 2011
Went to exercise this morning. Then started a new book, “The Grapes of Wrath” by John Stenbeck. I read this book 50 years ago. The epic story of the Joad’s family migration from the Oklahoma dust bowl to the promised land of California during the great depression years. Then this afternoon I played hand and foot with Linda, Carol, Laura and myself. At 4:30 we had meeting on Vietnam. Ho Chi Ming City. At 5:30 PM Boyd, Betty and I had our extended family for a pizza party. At 7:30 we received the green sheet and what to expect in Vietnam. Very busy day.

Saturday, March 19, 2011
We arrived in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam also known as Saigon. This afternoon we went on a city orientation tour. The guide speaks English and explained things that we saw in English. They have many shopping centers and lots to buy. They use dong but I used mostly American dollars and they seem willing to take them. Everyone here drives motor scooters and they go in every direction along with taxis, buses, and autos. They do not pay attention to people walking and you take your chances when crossing the street. They do not speak much English and we do not speak their language. But I think they want to be westernized.

Sunday, March 20, 2011
This morning we had to be up at 4:15 AM and depart for the airport. We flew to Hanoi and had lunch there. Transferred to Halong and had dinner in local restaurant. Stayed overnight at Ha Long Grand Hotel in Ha Long Bay. Visited burial site in Hanoi of Ho Chi Minh. Actually saw him in coffin. Also saw Presidential Palace where warfare was conducted. Also saw house where he lived from May 1958 to August 1969. Also saw war rooms in the palace and place where his cars are kept and phones for warfare.

Monday, March 21, 2011
Check out of hotel. Depart for four hour boat ride in Halong Bay including seafood lunch on board. Lunch was served with white dishes, white tablecloths and red napkins. Very festive and good. Also on board they were selling real pearls, other jewelry, neck scarves, and fancy bags to put jewelry or other trinkets in. Boats came alongside and hitched to our boat to sell food – pineapple, bananas, etc. Halong Bay is beautiful. Check in hotel and dinner at restaurant and then water puppet show. Overnight at Star View Hotel.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Breakfast, check out of hotel and depart for Hanoi City tour including Quan Thanh Temple. Also went to war museum – American planes crashed and burned and also American tanks, guns, etc. Brought back many memories of war years there. Then drive to airport for Vietnam Airlines flight to Saigon. Next a bus trip back to the ship. It was a very busy trip but also interesting.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011
This morning Carol and I took the shuttle bus from the ship to downtown Rex Hotel where we walked to a shopping center. Then from there we walked to a pedicure place and I had a pedicure and Carol had a pedicure and a manicure. It cost me $15 including a $5 tip. That was pretty cheap compared to what you pay in MN. We are now going to get ready for China and the Great Wall.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Dave's 12th Post

Describing India before arrival in Singapore, March 16, 2011

Where do I begin to describe India? It assaults the senses in every possible way. It simultaneously repels and attracts, amazes and disgusts, but most of all, its conflicting splendor and squalor makes one ask, “What is going on here?” It will take awhile to process what I’ve seen and experienced. You may have heard the saying that “we see things not as they are, but as we are.” Discoveries the past two decades in neuroscience are now proving the truth of this old axiom. Most of the information we take in is filtered through our existing belief systems and escapes the scrutiny of rational thought. We all are biologically designed to confirm our biases and reflexively reject opposing views. That is why change is so difficult and probably why addictions so hard to break. I think the best way to start is to caution myself and any readers still with me to beware of our limitations and ethnocentric tendencies. Ethnocentrism is the practice of judging other cultures by the standards of one’s own. I think I can safely say that after the overwhelming number of people one encounters on the street in India, the next most jarring sight for a Westerner is the trash and debris that is omnipresent. This was most evident during our trip to Varanasi, and in particular the section called Kashi, the oldest part of town. The riverbank scene in Kashi that you have probably all seen pictures of, is where Hindus come to bathe in the Ganges to end the rebirth cycle (Moksha) and to be cremated. You have likely seen a picture of a body being set adrift for its final trip down the river on a floating funeral raft (this is no longer permitted). Our trip guide, who had a PhD in anthropology, told us that for Hindus this is the holiest place on earth. From what I saw the past few days, it may also be the filthiest.

Kashi has miles of narrow streets, all littered with dog and cow dung, human and animal urine, and litter of every description. Because the streets are at best about eight foot wide and your head is on a swivel to take it all in, it is easy to step in feces (which I did). I also was the recipient of cow urine spray as an animal I was trying to pass had the urge to go just as I tried to slide by. Our guide had told us earlier that “You will hate India or you will love it. You can’t ignore it.” I got physical evidence of that.

The hazards of travel…I just received a good dose of cow spray here and was about to step in #2

After our return to the ship, I asked Laxmi Tewari, the professor I mentioned in my previous blog, to explain the apparent contradiction of how a place that is venerated as earth’s holiest place could also be so littered and filthy. His initial response was defensive, pointing out some of America’s cultural shortcomings. After I agreed with his America observations and persisted with my question, recognizing its ethnocentric foundation, he explained that historically in rural India human waste was seen as just part of a biodegradable process as were the leaves one used to clean with. This stuff all got naturally recycled but in our urban era of packaging and plastics it creates an unsightly and unsanitary problem. Evidently in India’s seemingly timeless history, change comes slowly. We then discussed how safe Kashi was. In spite of jostling crowds and the sea of humanity we waded through, there was little concern about theft or violence. After I got used to the constant press of people, I felt safe and unthreatened. I don’t think I would have felt the same in New York’s Times Square or a comparable crowded and unfamiliar American setting.

Because Jean has done such an excellent and comprehensive journaling of our India experiences, I will try to avoid duplicating her comments and describe things that caught my attention that she did not mention. Our two riverside visits in the Kashi area of Varanasi made an indelible and stunning impact. It was like going back a thousand or more years in time. Here are my observations and reflections in no particular order:

•Kashi, like Lourdes for Catholics and Mecca for Muslims, is a place of pilgrimage, but it has much more significance. It is a place to go to be released from the otherwise never ending cycle of rebirth.
•Thanks are given daily at the riverbank for Mother Ganges. There is morning bathing to remove sin and a Sun Salutation ceremony.
•Along the riverbank you see laundry men called Dhobi washing clothes. They are from the lowest class and also act as matchmakers because they know peoples’ secrets and where the “dirty laundry” is.
•The lowest of the lowest class act as undertakers and cremators and they construct sandalwood piers six feet high with incense to cover the obnoxious odor that would otherwise be released by burnt nails and hair. Not everyone can afford this service and use the $10 gas option as Jean explained.
•There is no crying at cremations because this is a joyous occasion for the deceased (remember Moksha?). A professional laugher may even be hired.
•Skulls are burned and then crushed so they cannot be later used for black magic purposes.
•Women are not allowed at cremations.
•According to our guide, Ganges water does not go bad. It is sold in shops much like Lourdes water in France. Also available are empty containers for filling.
•Directly across the river, which seems barren, Buddhist pilgrims collect “golden sand” as it is purported to be the site of Buddha’s first sermon. Deer Park, which we visited later, is also designated as the site of Buddha’s first sermon. Kind of reminds me of The True Cross of Jesus that has pieces on display in multiple revered places.
•In Hindu temples, prayer must be said daily, we were told, or “the energy” leaves the temple.
•As I mentioned, visiting Kashi was like time travel back to a primitive past. As a species, we are obviously still in the early stages of our evolution.

Here you see a body being burned on the river bank. Notice the pile of ash on the right. It is the residue from prior cremations. It is now illegal to put the ash in the sacred river.

Here are some random thoughts about India today:
•Street traffic is so congested I don’t understand how accidents are not continual happenings. Traffic moves like a school of fish. Every bike, bus, and car moves in unison as a single organism. I can’t imagine taking my teenage son or daughter out on the streets to teach them how to drive.
•When we were here in 1997 we saw no shopping malls. Now I’m told there are over 2,000.
•The parts of India we have seen have changed noticeably since our 1997 visit. The traffic is better, it seems cleaner, I see less begging, and we are told India has made great strides forward in the past decade.
•Professor Laxmi Tewari told me that the caste system is breaking down. I suspect the internet is a powerful agent of change and a great leveler.
•A fellow passenger had a cynical explanation for the piles of trash on India’s streets. If Indians believe in Moksha, which is release from rebirth and future reincarnations, you’re out of this place. You’re not coming back, so why care about the environment left behind. But that raises the issue of deciding if one who liters deserves to be released from the cycle of rebirth.

One shouldn’t visit India and leave unaware of the influence of Buddhism. For a thousand years, from the 3rd century BCE until the 7th century, Buddhism was the predominant religion in most of India. According to the author of a fascinating book I devoured the past two days (80 Questions to Understand India by Murad Ali Baig), Buddhism was subsumed by Hinduism under the influence of the priest class (Brahmins) because Buddhism’s dominance made the influence and importance of Hindu priests superfluous. By the 8th century, Buddha was co-opted by Hinduism and made a sub god under the greater God Vishnu. Jesus suffered the same fate later on when he was added to the pantheon of Hindu gods. But what goes around comes around as the saying goes. Christianity was to later steal from ancient Indian religion and mythology to add to its catalog of “divinely revealed” beliefs. But back to Buddhism; here are salient points about Buddhism that you may or may not know:

•The term Buddha was a title meaning enlightened or awakened one. The man’s name was Siddhartha Gautama.
•Buddha did not worship God or a supreme being nor intend to start a religion.
•Buddhism was not originally a religion because it did not concern itself with metaphysical or supernatural matters.
•It is more a philosophy than a religion, which is why some famous Christians today also consider themselves Buddhists.
•It introduced compassion to the religious world and preached that hatred can only be overcome with love.
•Its basic thrust was to overcome one’s personal shortcomings, not pray to nor appease some divine authority.
•Buddha preached and taught a system of self discipline not a belief system.

Buddha was on to something important back in the 5th century BCE, which is why there has been a surge of Buddhist interest in the U.S. the past few decades. But back in India, I think it’s time for Buddha 2.0, at least along the banks of the Ganges in Kashi.

Tomorrow we arrive in Singapore, so before India becomes just a memory, I want to wrap up with some final thoughts.

•Our guide to Varanasi made the point that Indians are not comfortable with solitude or being alone. They tend to live together in a communal way in their homes. The American wife of an Indian professor on board said that when she came to India she found it impossible to be left alone in a room. Her new relatives assumed she wanted companionship whenever she tried to get off by herself.
•Indians may have a communal sense that Americans lack as we honor the “rugged individual” and the one who stands out from the crowd. David Reisman’s book from the 1950s I believe, The Lonely Crowd (if my memory is correct) described this phenomenon. Indians do not want to be alone.
•One day when returning to the ship in a tuk tuk, the driver stopped to help a cyclist who had lost part of his load and was dripping grain on the street from a large sack on the back of his bike. It was a nice thing to do and I was impressed by his “Good Samaritan” action. I wondered as we watched how long a stranded motorist in American would have to wait for help. I think in India help would arrive sooner.
•Because I believe the basis of a good life is anchored in relationship and not things, do Indians actually live better than more affluent Americans?
•The Indian professor’s wife said Indians are becoming more like Americans. I wonder, is that a good thing? And as our middle class sinks toward poverty, will we become more communal minded and less materialist? I think that would be a good thing.
•If you keep your eyes and mind open, travel can make you think but answers to questions are not always obvious.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Singapore

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Yesterday we spent the day in Singapore and it is nothing like India where we just came from. In fact, it is the complete opposite. Everything is so clean and orderly. In India I think laws are just a thought with no follow through. Here you would be in deep trouble just by tossing trash on the ground or worse yet, gum. English is the main language spoken even though 75% of the population is Chinese. There are also quite a few Muslims and Indians living here and they live together peacefully. Singapore has excellent health care and it is very safe and has virtually no crime. You have to have a lot of money to get a credit card. No deadbeats here. The city is very green and lush and beautiful. They have no natural resources but our guide said they have brains and location. She claimed they are the busiest shipping port in the world. Singapore keeps reclaiming land and Malaysia has told them they are getting too close. But there isn’t anything Malaysia can do about it because Singapore is only expanding into their own international waters.

We started the day on a city orientation tour. Our first stop was at Mount Faber to get a view of the city where 5 million people live in this island country. There was a huge cement merlion at the top of this hill. Singa means lion and that is how they got the name Singapore. The government has built building after building of high rise apartments where people live in small flats of 900 square meters. These flats consist of two bedrooms and a living room. There is no need for heat in these buildings as it is always warm and humid. A lot of units had wash hanging out the windows on poles or balconies. I saw a few air conditioners but not many. Real estate is very expensive and most people can’t afford to own their own home.

Singapore has a huge and beautiful botanical garden. The orchid is their national flower and our guide took us to see the most beautiful orchids I have ever seen at the National Orchid Garden.

We drove down Orchard Street which is the famous shopping street of Singapore if you like expensive clothes, jewelry, etc. Amongst Hermes, Ralph Lauren, Armani, Esprii, etc. we saw DQ, Subway, McDonalds, Wendys, Chilis, Starbucks, Cold Stone, CA Pizza Kitchen, TGIF’s, and many others.

Next we were brought to a handicraft center where they were making pictures and jewelry out of gems. Beautiful and interesting to see but way too expensive to buy.

Next we went to Chinatown and we decided to leave the tour here. We walked through the most beautiful Buddhist Temple I ever remember seeing. I’m hoping my pictures turned out so I can include a few in this blog. There was also an Indian Temple and a Mosque very near but I didn’t go into those.

By this time it was lunchtime. Dave and I and Carol and John decided to go into a Japanese restaurant for sushi. A conveyor belt passed by our table displaying all sorts of sushi you could remove if you wanted. You could also order off the menu which is what I did. I had some fried noodles with vegetables and Carol had fried rice and we split tempura calamari which was wonderful. John and Dave both had tuna sashimi plus a roll of some kind. Singapore is known for its good food and this place sure lived up to that reputation.

Next we were off on foot to find a camera store for John. He had looked one up on the internet to see where he might find what he was looking for. It began to rain and we had left our umbrellas on the ship. After waiting under cover and running across streets when the light turned green, we finally broke down and bought new ones. We came to a mall that was filled with camera stores and electronics. But of course it didn’t have what he was looking for so we were on our way again running through the pouring rain looking for the right store. After a few more blocks we found the right place. Dave and John headed to cameras and Carol and I headed to a shoe store as Carol’s feet were killing her. She didn’t find any shoes but I found a cute summer sandal that I couldn’t live without.

Next we decided to head to Orchard Street to find a Starbucks to update our ipads. It was going to be a long walk so we decided to try out the subway. I was surprised at how steep the escalator was to take us down and the many shops that were along the passageways. It is another whole city underground. It was an experience just figuring out where we wanted to go and how to buy a ticket. Once at our destination off the subway we had to figure out how to cross the busy street to get to Starbucks. We felt like gophers or moles peeking up and down tunnels passing under the roads and never quite sure where we would come up. Finally we made our way to Starbucks but our ipads wouldn’t connect to their internet so we had coffee until Dave decided to head into Borders. John probably headed to another camera store so Carol and I went off to find shoes for her. We finally found some for her that will help with her foot problem.

Next I wanted to go to Raffles Hotel to the Long Bar where the Singapore Sling cocktail was invented. So we were back to finding our way to the subway again. At least we were pros by this time and we got to Raffles quite easily. Once we got to the hotel I was going to inquire in the lobby as to where the bar was located. I was told where it was and that the lobby is for guests only. The lobby was beautiful and I took a picture through the doorway even though they were so uppity. Once reaching the bar all four of us ordered a Singapore Sling and our bill was $100 Singapore dollars with a tip of $17 added onto that. Dave didn’t even like the sweet drink and had something to say about this. However, the rest of us liked the drink and said the experience was worth it especially if Dave was paying. We did get free peanuts to crack and throw on the floor along with our drinks. I’m sure that will be my only experience at Raffles Hotel and that is just fine. Once was enough.

We had to be back on the ship at 8:30 PM and it was time to head back so we took a taxi and arrived at the cruise terminal just in time to have an ice cream cone and do some shopping for snacks. Now we are on our way to Vietnam and will arrive there on Saturday morning so this is it for now.

Just heard our replacement port is going to be Taiwan. Should be interesting.







SINGAPORE

March 16, 2011
We arrived in Singapore this morning and went on the City Orientation at 9:30 AM. Our bus guide’s name is Kim and she is full blooded Chinese but she was born in Singapore as was her mother. Her father was born in China and moved to Singapore. Kim told us that Singapore became its own country in the 1960’s. It was started by a Chinese man that wanted to make the perfect city and to do that he said they needed to use their brain power as there is no natural resources here in Singapore. The official language is English and most of the people are bilingual - Kim speaks 4 languages. Singapore is a small island in Malaysia but is a separate country. There are a large number of banks located here as well as other business corporations. Some of the US companies mentioned were McDonalds, KFC, Subway, Wendy’s, Seagate and Medtronic. We were told that we are very safe in Singapore as they do not have much crime or petty theft as the consequences are pretty severe. You can be jailed for littering and if you have too much to drink and try to put your arm around a female you will also be jailed. That law is called something like Offending of Modesty law. If you are caught dealing or doing drugs you will be hanged and it does not matter what country you are from. The unemployment rate is only 2% and so they sometimes need to import workers. Our US dollar is $1.25 to their Singaporean $1.00 which surprises me as their economy is so much better than ours. A lady married to one of the professors here told us at breakfast this morning that she has a few friends that have given up their US citizenship and become Singaporean citizens because it is such a good place to live.

I don’t know if Kim thinks it is so great. She told us she lives in a pigeon coop - meaning a very small flat in a high rise apartment building. There are no slum areas in Singapore, but a lot of apartment buildings where the poorer people live. The people dry their clothes by attaching them to bamboo poles and hanging them outside their window to flap in the wind. Kim called them the Singaporean flags.

Our first stop was at the top of one of the two hills on the island, where we got a panoramic view of the whole city. There are a lot of high rises here and there are cable cars that go from one side to the other. In fact the cable cars were going right over the top of our ship and thru an opening in one of the skyscrapers. I think I heard that it costs $30 to go on that ride, which we will not have time to do as we are here for only one day. Kim told us that we will see a statue in this hill-top park of a Moulion. It has the head of a lion and the tail of a fish as there are no animals on this island, they made up their own.

Our next stop was at the botanical gardens, but the only area Kim wanted us to see was the Orchid garden and we were only allowed 15 minutes there. I think she had a schedule to follow and we were late departing on the bus. Anyway the garden was very lush and green. They had several statues that were completely covered with moss because of the humidity. I had purchased a neck cooler in the ship store, which is a scarf that you soak in water and it swells up and keeps your upper neck and head area cool. You know I do not like hot and humid and of course that is what it is near the equator.

The next place we stopped was a handicraft factory. The people working on the first floor were running machines that cut precious stones and there were artists making items with the stones. We went upstairs to the showroom where there were many pictures made with stones as well as carved figurines etc. There were a lot of pretty items but everything was very expensive and I did not buy anything. The second room was full of jewelry items.

Our 4th stop was at Chinatown where we were going to visit a Hindu Temple. At this point the majority of the people on the bus signed off with our representative from the ship and said they wanted to stay and explore the rest of the city on their own. I did not sign off as Phyllis was staying on the bus and I did not want her to be alone. I walked thru Chinatown and saw some shops I would have liked to browse in but Kim was hustling us along quickly. I did not go into the temple but took some pictures from the outside. Kim said that Hindu is Indian but the temple is in Chinatown and she said they all get along so there is not a problem.

Our last stop was in little India and I was able to make a purchase there before Kim hustled us back to the bus. At this point four more people signed off the bus. Now it was Kim, Steve (leader from the ship), Phyllis, me and one other lady going back to the ship.

We shopped in the mall that is attached to the pier and had lunch at McDonalds. We spent all of our Singaporean money before returning to the ship.

When we got back on the ship we had drinks in Fred and Pat’s room and they were disappointed in their visit in Singapore. The girls especially were disappointed that they did not get to do much shopping, as they were a group of 11 people and it is too hard to keep track of everybody. So I guess Phyllis and I lucked out by staying on the bus until the very end.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Varanasi

Wednesday, March 9, 2011
This morning we were down to breakfast at the Ramada Hotel by 7:30 and then went by bus on a city tour of Delhi which is the capital of India. Seventeen million people live in this city and there are fifteen million plus cars. It is quite a modern city compared to what we have been seeing in India. We passed by government buildings, monuments, etc. but the most interesting to me was the Raj ghat where
Mahatma Gandhi was cremated after being killed at 79 years of age. Next we were back to the hotel for Chinese lunch before another ride back to the airport for a flight to Varanasi. I was pleasantly surprised to find a great Chinese restaurant in an Indian hotel.

A few sights I saw on the way to the airport were monkeys playing by the side of the road and one that makes me sad was a baby sleeping on the bare sidewalk where her mother was working on a wall behind her. I can’t believe how people sleep on the cement without any cushioning even babies. I guess that just prepares them for life in India.

Our plane was late for Varanasi so we didn’t have time to go to the hotel we would be staying in before heading for Kashi (an area of Varanasi) which is considered the most holy place in the world according to Hinduism. Our guide said it is Thanksgiving every day of the year and there is energy here. They are giving thanks for the day and to the Ganges for giving them water. Twenty thousand people make a pilgrimage to this place every night for a 25 minute ceremony that begins at 7:00 PM. It was dark by this time and we got into rickshaws two by two and followed one another through traffic of people walking, motor cycles, people pulling and pushing carts, cows, tuk tuks, cars, trucks and buses. The street was filled with people selling anything and everything and horns honking and bicycles ringing their bells. The noise was overwhelming and the place is indescribable. The feeling was electric.

We passed by a nice dress shop with a cow sitting in the middle of the store. The guide said the cow is always there during the day and when the shopkeeper closes for the night he lets the cow out. He said the cow is getting old and never does his business while in the store. The owner likes it in the store as it attracts attention and brings customers.

After a half hour ride in the rickshaw the road became too narrow and crowded and we had to get down and walk for another half mile to the Ganges River for the Thanksgiving ceremony. We arrived a little late and we had to walk around cows and lots of people to get down by the river where you could buy flower and candle arrangements to float in the river. The Brahmas’ and people were chanting and singing and there was the smell of incense in the air. John was the only one from our group to go down to the river and float an arrangement. The whole experience can’t be put into words. We walked back to the rickshaws for the half hour ride back to our bus and then to the hotel for a few hours sleep.

The next morning we were up and on the bus by 5:00 AM. Back to the Ganges again this time for a boat ride to see the sunrise, bathing and cremation rituals. The Ganges River flows from south to north but in Kashi the river makes a big loop and flows from north to south so the people believe this is a holy spot. The sunrise was spectacular but the shore of the Ganges was so interesting. The Hindus take a bath or “holy dip” in the Ganges to wash their soul and say their soul prayer. They want to achieve moksha and become part of cosmic energy and escape from the cycle of birth and rebirth or reincarnation. They believe if they die in Kashi they automatically will become cosmic energy so some people come to live their life here to be assured they won’t be born again. The men wear almost nothing into the water but the women go into the water fully dressed in their beautiful and colorful saris.

Two hundred to three hundred cremations are performed in Kashi every day. Sandalwood and essential oils are used for burning the body to prevent stench and cost $700 to $800. This is a lot of money for most Hindus and you can also be cremated by gas for about $10. A dom is the lowest of the lowest caste and he is the one who cremates the body. We saw him hitting the pile of burning sticks with another stick. The eldest male relative comes with the body to be cremated. He shaves his head and beard and also wears white to the ceremony in a sign of respect. Only men are allowed to come. Women can’t join in on the burning of the body. Nobody should be sad because the dead is reaching moksha or cosmic energy. When people are cremated in other places their ashes are sometimes brought here for the soul prayer.

We heard laughing along the river and saw there was a yoga teacher on the steps teaching students laughing yoga and the sun salutation. Then we saw men called dhobis washing clothes by bringing the clothes up over their shoulders and then banging them down on the rocks in front of them. Then they layed them out to dry. They don’t use any soap or detergent, only clay. The men do all the clothes washing in India. Everyone has their clothes washed by a dhobi even the lowest caste.

About 30 of us were rowed in our boat by two men up and down the river. We asked if there were any motor boats and were told they weren’t allowed. A few minutes later a boat with a small motor went by. We asked our guide why that boat had a motor. He said, “This is India”. We learned that during the monsoon season in July and August the river rises 40’. The steps along the river fill in with dirt and silt. When the water recedes they clean the steps off until the monsoons return again the next year.

Next we went to Sarnath where the Buddha gave his first speech under the Peeple Tree. There is no tree there anymore but a huge monument instead. Our guide showed us a Neem Tree. He said Indians break a stick and crush it from this tree to brush their teeth. He said this tree is a good medicine tree. Neem oil is used in a lot of cosmetics and it is also very healing.

The guide also said they don’t have shrinks or psychiatrists in this country. He said if he had a problem he would go to his grandmother, mother, aunt or some other elder. The extended families all live together and take care of one another. He said they each have their own personal space within themselves and they would be lonely living the way we do in the US.

The people are very superstitious. There aren’t many cats in India and they don’t like them because it is bad luck if any type of cat crosses in front of you. They also have the evil eye looking out for bad karma over the doors of their houses.

On the flight back to Chennai from Delhi we were trying to fit bags in the overhead compartment. The door wouldn’t shut so an Indian man pushed and shoved and stuffed the bags in and slammed the compartment. Everyone started laughing and he turned and said, “This is India”. That must be one of the favorite sayings around here. We arrived back to the ship about 12:30 Friday morning and our ship bed felt so good – just like being home.

The next day Dick and Linda headed out to exchange something she bought before we left for Delhi. Didn’t think she would have any luck but they got a great tuk tuk driver that took them into the store and negotiated for her. They said they would meet us at the Taj for lunch.

In the meantime John, Carol, and I got into a tuk tuk and Carol, Phyllis and Laura got into another. We were all heading to the Taj for lunch where we were to meet up with Dick and Linda. Dave and I and Carol and John showed up but nobody else. We sat and waited and waited and finally ordered lunch. Just about when we were done eating the five of them showed up together. It turns out there are four Taj Hotels in Chennai. We were at the right one and somehow the others ended up at a different one. Once they went to look for the restaurant and couldn’t find it, they realized they were at a different place and got their tuk tuk driver to get them to where they wanted to be. Dave, Phyllis, Carol and Laura went back to the ship and I stayed on with Carol and John to do a little more shopping. The three of us then hopped into a tuk tuk with Bubba for our ride back to the ship. He liked playing chicken with other tuk tuks, cars, bicycles, people, and scared the dickens out of me. I said, “Oh, my God!” more than once and he would repeat it after me just like a parrot. Sometimes he would holler He Haw! He stopped at one shop after the other hoping we would buy from his friends but we just wanted to get back to the ship. There was a man with a cobra and a mongoose outside one of the shops. We stopped to take a picture with him and of course that cost us a little money.

I loved India the last time we were here and I love it even more this time. It is a difficult culture to understand and so interesting to visit. I would love to come again but I don’t think Dave feels the same.







Sunday, March 13, 2011

Phyllis Journal #8

Friday, March 4, 2011
Bike, breakfast and finished my book. Started a new one “A Tiger’s Heart” – very interesting – written by Aisling Juanjuan Shen about a modern Chinese Woman. It takes place from 1974 to 2009. She really overcomes a lot of struggles of a Chinese woman. Our group “The Sea Salts” are giving a performance tonight and we are practicing this morning at 7:00 AM and giving the performance tonight at 7:00 PM. Played hand and foot with Linda, Laura, Pat Bender and myself this afternoon. Had a tour of where they store the extra food and liquor on the ship. Had preport on India. To me it is complicated with all the Hindu gods, castes and the untouchables. Many classes of people. Hard to believe.

Saturday, March 5, 2011
Today breakfast, bike and Global Study class. It was very interesting. The class was on Singapore which we are going to after India. This afternoon we had a speaker on what to say to Indians. We had a pizza party tonight with Dave and Jean and their extended family. Then we went to the union where we did our Indian dance and chant. It was a big success and they asked us to do it again at the end of the performance. Then everyone joined in. Got our green sheet tonight as tomorrow we will be in Chennai, India port. It is a dangerous place and we are asked to be very careful.

Sunday, March 6, 2011
Happy Birthday to Drew (9), Dawn (10) and Bailey (13)!
We are in port in Chennai, India. We go thru immigration first and carry our real passports with us. This we have not done in other ports. It is a huge place here with millions of people. This afternoon at
1:00 PM we are going on a city orientation tour. We will get back to ship today at 6:00 PM. Tomorrow we leave for Taj Mahal. We go by bus, train, and airlines. It will take several hours to get there. Yesterday we stopped at San Thome(St. Thomas in English) Cathedral Basilica. It is supposed to be the only place where Christ is shown completely clothed. When waiting by shops I saw a cow walk down a busy street. She looked pregnant and didn’t have a care in the world. It is very dirty in the streets and shoes all over the place. People walk barefoot everywhere. Some places were really strong with odors. They have tons of vendors on the street selling everything you can think of. Went by beach on the ocean. It was beautiful. People go there on Sundays and meet with family and friends. Most people were friendly and stared at us as much as we did them.

Monday, March 7, 2011
This morning we all went shopping at a large mall shopping center. Then we walked over to a 5 star hotel and had lunch which Dave and Jean treated us to. Then Jean, Carol and I rode back in a 3 wheeler open air tuk tuk. I wish you could have seen my face when I washed the dirt off. The traffic here is horrendous – everyone honking the horns continually and everyone going in different directions. We are leaving today for Taj Mahal at 4:00 PM. Transfer to the domestic airport – depart for Delhi by air. Arrive and go to Hotel Ramada Plaza – overnight in Delhi.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011
5:15 AM to railway station – Leave Delhi for Agra. Arrive Agra and proceed to Gateway Hotel. There are many homeless people sleeping on floor of railway station. They beg for food and money. The floors are very dirty. Also lots and lots of people hovering over you to buy trinkets. Then visit to Taj Mahal – very beautiful place. People there selling trinkets – post cards, books, jewelry, etc. Then on to Varanasi to stay at Gateway Hotel. Rode in rickshaw to see Ghat at River Ganges. Carol and I rode together and a man rides bike to river. Then back to Gateway for dinner. At 5:00 AM back to river and on boat to see sunrise. They have people washing clothes on rocks, people bathing, people burning dead people and preparing for funeral. Watching all this from boats. Buildings are hundreds of years old and some are very colorful. Beautiful sunrise! This is a very sacred place. Then on to an old city with streets where only one person can pass through. Lots of cows and animals also live there. We walked on streets with lots of cow shit. Vendors are also there trying to see you something. People everywhere. Then breakfast at hotel and tour of city. Most roads are dirt and very crooked and bumpy. Saw forts and other old buildings and always vendors and cars honking continuously. Our tour guide has a PHD and his wife was a lawyer. They have two children 5 and 3. Very interesting person. He has lived here all his life and does not want to ever move from here. Then back on two different planes (Spice Jets) name of airlines. Arrived back on boat at 12:00 AM. Busy time but interesting.

Friday, March 11, 2011
Did some shopping this morning in Chennai. Then lunch at Taj. Very nice restaurant and hotel. Spencer Shopping Center next. Had to be on ship tonight and turn passport back. We are now sailing again and next stop will be Singapore.

Saturday, March 12, 2011
Had an appointment for a trim on my hair this morning. Today is picture day. We had picture today for Sea Salts (our name for lifelong learners). Then this afternoon we had a picture of everyone on the whole ship. That is a lot of people gathered in one spot. Tonight we met with several groups to reflect what we saw in India. It was very interesting to hear what everyone’s opinion was. Then they served us cookies and milk. Went to bed at 10:00 PM as I am still exhausted from our trip. We had very little sleep. It will take a few days to catch up.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Taj Mahal

Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Last night we left the ship by bus at 5:00 PM for the airport where we would get our flight to Delhi. It was at least an hour and a half drive through rush hour traffic. We passed by a fishing village along the beach where we saw people living in shacks and selling their catch. The men catch the fish and again the women are the ones selling and cleaning the fish. Once we reached the airport we had at least another hour wait for our flight and then a three hour flight to New Delhi where 17 million people live. Once we arrived in Delhi we all hopped back onto another bus for a ride to the Ramada Hotel where we would stay for two nights. Finally got to bed exhausted at 1:00 AM. After three hours sleep we got a wakeup call about 4:15 AM the next morning just in time to have our first breakfast of the day. At 5:00 AM we left for the train station where we were to catch a 6:15 AM two hour train ride to Agra to visit the Agra Fort and the Taj Mahal. Once we reached the train station we couldn’t believe our eyes at the amount of people sleeping on the cement out front. Every lump was a body or two covered from head to toe with a blanket. One of the lumps had a little kid’s hand sticking out of the blanket and it broke my heart. I could just see someone’s foot stepping on it. The man behind me tried to push the hand back under the blanket but it just sprang right back out. I don’t know if all these people were going to be taking a train and wanted to be sure to be at the station in time or if they don’t have a home. At any rate that cement was hard and didn’t look very comfy for sleeping. Once we got on the train we were served tea and a cookie. It was fascinating looking out the window as the sun came up. We passed one person after the other doing their morning constitution with butts facing the train. It seemed to be a communal thing – several in a row. The biffy on the train emptied right on the tracks. No hygiene here! Even the cows were dumping right along the tracks. I’m surprised the train never had to stop for a cow.

Before long our second breakfast of the morning came. We were served Jumpin Mango punch along with bread and jam that was the consistency of gummy bears and some hot spicy vegetable sticks and plain yogurt. None of it appealed to me but it was fun to taste and see.

There were two seats facing each other on the train directly in front of us. An Indian man sitting in front of us was taking pictures of sleeping SAS girls across from him. Isn’t it amazing we want to take pictures of the Indians and they want pictures of us? We passed by one wheat field after the other and mustard fields for two solid hours. I couldn’t believe how much wheat and mustard they grow. We learned they use mustard oil for massages and eat a lot of mustard with their food. There were lots of birds in the fields including wild peacocks. We also saw women digging potatoes from the ground and other women making cow cakes (pies) by hand. No problem here finding poop to make them. Then they put them out to dry and tie in bundles of 10 to sell for about one dollar. They use these cow cakes for fuel to start their fires for cooking. Once they get their fire going they add charcoal.

Once we arrived in Agra our guide, Aman, took us by bus to the Agra Fort and then to the Taj Mahal. Once again the traffic was crazy and the bus driver actually stuck his arm out the window to push away people pedaling bicycles. There was a whole herd of water buffalo being led down the road in front of us to water. We learned that water buffalo make very good milk and also excellent butter. Again the women were busy making cow cakes for fuel so we decided that garbage in the cow must make for good fuel coming out. These cow cakes aren’t used in Delhi anymore but are very popular in the rural areas. I don’t think the Hindu people use the water buffalo for food but the Muslim people do.

Our guide was so knowledgeable and he gave us more information than I could take in. Here are just a few of the things I learned about India.

- 68 % of the people in India live in agriculture areas
- 88% of the people are literate
- 25% are married by love marriages and the other 75% are arranged
- Hindu weddings always start in the evening after dinner and last 6 to 8 hours
- A red line in the part of a woman’s hair means she is married and she puts that mark on each
morning just like we would put on lipstick (men don’t wear anything to indicate they are married)
- A red dot on the forehead of a Hindu person means that they have been to the temple or have at
least prayed that day
- Each home has its own temple or shrine and its own family god
- Shiva is the main god of Hinduism
- Each Hindu washes and prays before breakfast each day
- They believe all religions are equal and that one isn’t better than the other
- They touch the feet of elders as a sign of respect
- There is no service or day of worship – they pray every day

- If they are rich and lucky enough to buy a car they go straight to the temple to have it blessed
- A car has to have its emissions checked every 90 days and is destroyed after 15 years to help with
pollution issues – same for motorcycles
- If they buy a house they have the Brahman come to bless it

We visited the Agra Fort which was built by a Mughal emperor named Akbar. The fort was started in 1565 and was ready for use in 1571. It is a massive and beautifully carved fort made out of sandstone. It covers a triangular area of one and a half miles. It has beautiful inlayed marble work and we were able to see and take pictures of the Taj Mahal from there.

Next we went to the Taj Mahal and I was amazed at my reaction as we entered through the gate and it came into view. It almost took my breath away. I was awestruck. It is absolutely beautiful even more so than I thought it would be. It is made of white marble that has crystals in it. This marble comes from a place in India that is about 200 miles away. They started building it in 1632 and it took 22 years to complete. There are more than 35 different types of precious and semi-precious stones inlayed into the marble. Shah Jahan built the Taj in honor of his third wife who died while giving birth to their 14th child. They were married for 19 years and it was a true love relationship. It is hard to comprehend all the money that was spent here for just a memorial to someone especially with all the poverty I see but there is a steady stream of visitors going through except on Fridays when the Taj is closed for prayers for Muslims.

Once we finished seeing the Taj at sunset it was time to head back to the train station for another 2 hour ride back to Delhi. We were given a boxed dinner to eat on the train on our way. We had a good lunch at a hotel earlier in the day and a lot of us weren’t hungry so we picked through and ate what we wanted out of the box and then put as much of the leftovers in one box that we decided to give away at the train station. When I was coming down the steps of the bus there stood a little boy about 7 or 8 years old with large eyes looking at me. I handed him the box and he took off like a shot down a street. I’m sure his mother was pleased with him when he got home. Maybe the whole family had a decent meal that night. I will never forget the look on his face.

After getting up at 4:00 AM and only 3 hours sleep the night before it was a quieter train ride back to Delhi getting back to our hotel about 11:30. It was great thinking we wouldn’t have to get up until about 7:00 the next morning. Then we would be off again and I will write about the next two days later.








Monday, March 7, 2011

Chennai, India

Sunday, March 6, 2011

We arrived in Chennai, India this morning at 8:00 AM at the commercial port which is different than the port we arrived at when we came in 1997. It is a very busy port and there are hundreds of Ford cars made in India parked just outside of where we are docked ready to be shipped to Asia and Europe. Yesterday the crew put plastic over all the furniture on the outside decks and we aren’t allowed to eat out there during our stay here. They also lined the steps of the ship leading out and into the ship’s hallways. There is black soot everywhere outside which I just found out is charcoal and we aren’t allowed to walk to the gate for safety reasons. There are shuttle buses to take us from the ship to the gate where there are taxis, rickshaws, and tuk tuks (motorized three wheelers) waiting to take us wherever it might be that we want to go.

Dave and I and about 70 others from the ship arrived in this port without visas. We were told we would probably be able to obtain them once immigration came on board and they would be bribed with cases of cigarettes and booze, etc. We have plans and paid tickets to travel to the Taj Mahal and other places while we are here so we were really hoping not to have to stay on the ship our whole time in India. While waiting in line for our visas we talked with a student that told us her father is Indian and has lived in the US for 23 years. He is one of 21 children born to his mother. Not all survived. He hasn’t been to India or had any contact with his family since he left. He thinks his daughter is crazy to be excited about India. He said the only reason you would want to go to India would be to get sick or die. He was an untouchable and he hates India. Untouchables are the lowest class and are treated lower than a dog would so I guess I understand his sentiment. The girl told us she has a friend that is going with her to Pondicherry to help her look for her grandma that is now about 86 years old. I don’t think she even knows if she is still alive or where to look for her other than this city. She told us she has written on the Semester Sea site blog under current voyage telling about this. I haven’t had a chance to look at this yet but will do so as soon as I can. She also said she will be posting on the blog again after she returns to the ship to let us all know if she found her grandma. I can’t wait to hear her news. After a few hours we were finally called to pick up our visas and passports after most of the rest of the passengers had already passed through immigration. Thank goodness they came through and we can be off and running.

At 1:00 PM we left the ship for a city orientation of Chennai which is the 4th largest city in India. I think Chennai which was called Madras when we were here last time has made some improvements. It didn’t shock me nearly as much as it did 13 years ago. Maybe it is because we saw Ghana before this and that country has a shock value all of its own. I saw a few cows roaming around but not nearly as many as I remembered last time. We first stopped at Fort George which contains St. Mary’s Anglican Church and a museum which reflects the days of British India. We drove past the longest beach in India where women were walking around in their beautiful saris. No bathing suits here. They are very modest. They don’t even go swimming – don’t get in the water past their ankles. And it is so hot here. How can they not want to cool off in the water. We also stopped at St. Thome Catherdral where the apostle Thomas is buried. Next we stopped at a Hindu Temple called Kapaleeshwar Temple. We had to check our shoes outside the temple in order to enter. Dave had visited this temple when we were here last time and didn’t care to go in again so he carried my shoes around with him while I went inside. I walked around in my stockings looking at the different shrines. It turns out you have to be Hindu to enter the important shrines so I didn’t see too much. But I did see the “holy” cows in their dirty pen located in the middle of the temple. Hard to believe! Some of our group didn’t want to take their shoes off and go inside so they managed to find some fun shops. Tomorrow I think quite a few of us will head back there to do some shopping before we have to leave for the airport for our flight to New Dehli. I remembered from last time here people moving their heads from side to side. I asked our guide what that movement meant and he said that means they are happy or glad.

It is now Monday afternoon and we just came back from Spencer Mall. All 15 of us went, six in a cab and the others in tuk tuks. Had fun doing some shopping. Then went to the Taj Hotel for lunch. Linda is the only one that had an Indian dish which was chicken with curry and it was delicious. The rest of us had hamburgers, chicken burgers or pizza so we weren’t very adventuresome. I didn’t take a shower this morning because we get so hot and sweaty and dirty every time we go out. We are leaving for the airport at 5:00 PM so I planned to take a shower when we came back from shopping. Had my clothes off and I turned on the water and found it had been turned off. I guess there is a broken pipe down the hall from us and supposedly we will have water at 4:00 PM. Sure hope they get it fixed before it is time for us to leave. Yea! I just had a call from Carol that the water is back on. Gotta go!






Chennai, India - first day

After our diplomatic briefing I tried to get to an ATM with John, Carol and Joe Bender. We had to show our passport to the Indian officials before we got off the ship and then we took the shuttle bus that takes us to the port entrance. When we got to the entrance there was a long line where they were checking passports again and they were also checking the other buses that were taking people on field trips. We decided that we better go back to the ship and wait for our field trip that was leaving at 12:45 rather than risk not being on time for it. They don’t wait for you - if you are not there within five minutes of departure time they give your ticket away. So we got back on the shuttle bus and the student that got left in the hospital in Mauritius and the doctor’s husband were just arriving to join up with the ship. So I now know who the kid is and that he is indeed back on the ship. The doctor’s husband said he enjoyed his week in Mauritius and got to see quite a bit of the island.
Someone asked a question about Diego Garcia at the diplomatic meeting and they were very surprised that we had stopped there. The people at the diplomatic meeting are US citizens that work at the Embassy in the country we are visiting. One of them from today was a former SAS student.

We went on the Chennai city orientation today and one of the things I learned is that this city used to be called Madras by the English, but since India is now an independent country they decided to call it Chennai as that is the Indian version of the name. Our first stop was at a former British headquarters. There was a catholic church there that they wanted us to see, which was not open so we could not go in. Then they took us to a museum, which was all British artifacts from when they were in charge, so there were statues of Cornwallis (who was sent to India after being defeated in the rebellious United States by George Washington) and pictures of the British royalty and a lot of canons and canon balls. Pictures of coins used in the real olden days and china left behind by the British. The traffic here in Chennai is crazy and probably will be worse tomorrow when everything opens up for business. Our guide walked us back to the bus and we had to cross one of those busy streets to get there. We crossed at a stop light, but not everyone stops just because the light is red and of course they drive on the wrong side of the road!

Our next stop was St Thomas Cathedral and the story is that Apostle Thomas is buried below the altar in this church. They say that Thomas came to India and preached after Jesus’ death. He was eventually killed because of his beliefs and supposedly the arrow that killed him is also in his tomb.

Our last stop was at a Hindu temple. First the guide had us walk around the neighborhood and showed us how the people lived. It looked pretty dirty and dilapidated. The temple is filled with statues of their gods and the streets were filled with shops selling everything from knick knacks to cow pies. Right next to the cow pies were spices of all varieties. Some of us girls found a shop that was open and was selling fabrics, scarves, shirts, skirts and pants. I ended up buying a scarf that I probably paid too much for and had to go across the street and down stairs to pay with my credit card. I have to go out again tomorrow and find an ATM machine as we are leaving in the late afternoon for the Taj Mahal and I don’t have any cash.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Dave's 11th Post

March 5, 2011

We left Cape Town last night and are steaming around the Cape in good weather. The seas can be very rough here but they are relatively calm so far. I need to amend my last post in which I wrote that in 1976 the state of Pennsylvania posted the Declaration of Independence around the state for affirming signatures to celebrate the Bicentennial. On further reflection, I’m sure it was the Bill of Rights, the first ten amendments to the constitution. That would be more consistent with peoples’ reluctance to sign than to ask them to support the more general ideas expressed in the Declaration. The Bill of Rights refers to things like search and seizure and freedom of speech. Authoritarian types (read conservatives) would be more likely to support Patriot Act like infringements on our liberties than would liberals.

Before South Africa recedes too far in our wake, I would like to add a postscript about Rhoda Kadalie. I’ve been reading her book since I last wrote and I’m astounded that she has not been harmed or even killed. She is not at all bashful about naming names and making statements like the following direct quotations that I excerpted from the book:

•Parliament…is a cesspool.
•The more government deviates from its social contract with its citizens, the more the political leaders sound like vacuous televangelists.
•We have a deadly cocktail of graft.
•The criminals know that the legislators have violated the highest law-making body in the land and should not preach to them.
•Today people have no respect for the law.
•The rule of law will never become endemic as long as our rulers deny its culture in their own lives.

One last damning criticism from Rhoda might help put things in perspective. In a March 18, 2004 observation from her newspaper column, she wrote that “most liberation heroes become rotten political leaders. The metamorphosis from freedom fighter to dictator, in most cases, seems to be effortless.” She lists a series of names from history, including Castro, Stalin, Robert Mugabe, Pol Pot, and Jean-Bertrand Astride, among others, to make her case. She makes the interesting argument that because these guys break laws to oppose and overthrown oppressive regimes, when they assume power they do not themselves feel constrained to be law abiding. They have been conditioned to believe they are above the law. They become like their former oppressors, if not worse. Remember Lord Acton’s comment that “power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely”? It must be even more difficult to assume the role of average citizen after being seen as the peoples’ savior. We were indeed fortunate in our history that George Washington refused to run for a third term. I remember reading that after one of his addresses, people so idolized him that they vied with one another to replace the horses that pulled his carriage.

Yesterday I spent a two and a half hour plane ride and conversation, returning from a safari, sitting next to an economics professor from the ship. I found conversation with her to be more interesting than the animal encounters. Maybe that was because she agreed with my biases and observations about America’s coming 2nd revolution. And this morning, I spent the better part of an hour before breakfast with a fellow senior passenger and wife of a faculty member, discussing SA and America’s futures. She is black, actually colored in SA parlance and social structure, and a former journalist for The New York Times and Wall Street Journal and now reads mostly British papers. She currently works directing philanthropists on donating money. Of course I told her about CHARACTER COUNTS! We had a wide-ranging and fascinating conversation. As I think I mentioned in an earlier blog, life isn’t about the destination, it’s about the journey and the friends you make along the way.

One of the topics we discussed was the dumbing down of American papers regarding foreign affairs reporting in the past few decades. I mentioned that NYC had over two dozen papers at one time, most if not all with foreign correspondents. Now the NYT is one of the few American papers that has foreign correspondents and Murdock with his checkbook is lurking in the shadows. During the Vietnam War, too many reporters filed their dispatches from the bars of swank hotels rather than brave the front lines and the gritty reality of our disastrous blunder there. Now, we don’t even see news footage of our Afghanistan or Iraq wars, or thanks to Jr., coffins of American soldiers being off loaded in the US on the evening news. We are very effectively shielded from the disastrous consequences of the heavy footsteps of our military industrial complex that President Eisenhower warned us about in 1954. I find it astounding that the only manufacturing industry I believe we still lead the world in is military goods. We spend about a trillion dollars a year on our current military industrial complex, have a military presence in over a 100 countries, and the public remains mostly mute as Obama asks for an increase in our military budget and a decrease in social services spending. Have we lost our collective mind?

Yesterday, still two days away from India, we began to see trash floating alongside our ship. We are evidently approaching “civilization.” The past few days I spent a bit of time picking the brain of an Indian professor on board. He actually lives and teaches at Sonoma State in California but he looks and speaks like he just stepped off a plane from New Delhi. His name is Laxmi G. Tewari and his discipline is music. His latest book, which I didn’t get the title of, was published in November, 2010. He spoke in core class the other day and described the caste system that he claims is slowly breaking down in India. In my conversations with him, he said that India’s problems began with British occupation. India got independence in about 1948 and is still recovering from the class divisions that the Brit’s presence and policies further embedded. Laxmi teaches music and he said that music for centuries taught resistance that the British overlords did not pick up on. He claims the caste system is the biggest blot on India’s history. He is upbeat on India and advises going into the countryside and interacting (without cameras) to get a real understanding of India. He closed his presentation by projecting the crowd scene picture shown below. He asked us to pick out the untouchables and brahmins (the lowest and highest castes) from this bird’s-eye view. It was a powerful example of the foolishness and arrogance of the caste system or any elitist system. It was also a good reminder of our common humanity.


In our adult passenger session yesterday, religion professor Alan Perreiah did an overview of Hinduism. As he described god after god, their purposes and domains and the vehicles they ride on (I don’t recall which god’s vehicle is a mouse), there was a lot of snickering by several of my fellow passengers. One of the main gods (I’m told there are over 300,000,000) is Brahma, the god of creation. He rides a goose named Hansa. As he spoke, I remembered having to memorize the Catholic Catechism in grade school. We only had three gods with their different attributes to memorize. How do Indian kids cope? And I also wondered if devote Hindus would snicker at the beliefs of the adult Christians among us. One hallmark of Hinduism is purportedly tolerance, although I wonder how that squares with the religious violence India has experienced in recent years. I’ll have to ask Alan. I also want to ask Alan to clarify his observation ranking the comparison of how beliefs differ between Hindus and the students in his classes on ten different issues that both groups have ranked in order of priority. Perhaps in a latter blog…

This afternoon, Bill Cuff, a professor of sociology who specializes in social justice and service, spoke in the altruism class I’ve been attending. One of the issues he addressed was the traits that people posses who are drawn to service. We all filled out a questionnaire asking us to rank 24 pairs of personal traits or characteristics. In each pair, we were asked to choose which trait we most valued, not the one we believed we possessed. Later in the class we went over our rankings, and after tossing out nine control pairs, we were asked to score ourselves giving one point to each of the “correct” choices he presented. The highest possible score one could get was 15. He then told us that the test/questionnaire ranked courage and that the average American ranking is 9.8. Bill then went on to tell of the story of Marion (Van Binsbergin) Pritchard, currently an American, bur formerly a “righteous gentile” (one who hid or helped Jews in Europe during World War II). He had interviewed Marion, whom he described as gentle and unassuming and who hid a Jewish man and his two children under the floor of her kitchen in Amsterdam. One of her neighbors was a Nazi sympathizer who did periodic searches for hidden Jews. After searching her home, he left and her guests emerged from their hiding place. A tactic used by the Nazis was to return after an initial search hoping to catch Jews who had emerged from hiding. He returned and when she opened the door for him she shot and killed him. Her sympathetic neighbors helped her dispose of the body by burying it in a coffin with someone who had recently died. When Bill repeatedly asked why she took the risk to save these people, all she would say was “you just do what you know you should do.” Her picture now hangs in the “Hall of Rescuers” in the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C.

At breakfast this morning, I sat with Bill and we had a spirited discussion, almost a debate, on the nature of human goodness. My position is more optimistic than Bill’s and I told him I would drop in his mailbox a section from my unpublished manuscript that made a case for the brighter side of human nature. I’ll fill you in on our next discussion…