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A business trip does of course not leave room for a comprehensive description of the place visited. Therefore here I will provide just some bits and pieces, tounge-in-cheek observations, interspersed with more or less loosely connected pictures.

Shopping

You are in a big and modern shop. Want to buy something? Take it to the counter, pay for it, and walk away with it? Oh, no!

Instead, this is one of the possible scenarios:

Choose your goods, and the attendant will take it and leave it at the counter. The receiver at the counter creates a bill which I am to hand to the cashier. The goods are handed over to the packer, and a delivery list is handed to the deliverer. I pay the cashier and take the receipt to the delivery point (by taking one step to the left).

Meanwhile, the packer has created a nice package, tagged with a list of the contents. When I hand over my receipt to the deliverer, he discovers that indeed he has a list of goods which are to be delivered, and which matches my receipt.

He then turns to the packer in a detached and formal manner, inquiring about the possible arrival of the goods to be delivered. His delivery list is checked against the packing list of the identified package. Satisfied with this successful identification, and no doubt with a certain pride in mastering this process, I am handed the package containing my purchase, and a carefully rubber-stamp cancelled receipt.

All this within a cubicle where these four persons can barely turn around. And with me as the only customer in sight. I’ve shortened this description a bit. Sometimes the cashier is in a separate cubicle a few steps away. In a few places, the western way rules, no doubt spreading rampant unemployment.

I thought this picture, from a show I visited, would allude nicely to the lunar eclipse:

Opening hours are generous, even for a Northern European. Unless there is a lunar eclipse. There was one during my stay, and the shops were closed as long as it lasted. I understood, somehow, that it brings bad luck to do a number of things during a lunar eclipse. Business was one of them. What happens during a solar eclipse I forgot to ask.

Food & Drink

One of my favourite topics!

Then, again, I start to realize what people coming to Sweden go through when they are invited to a smorgasbord with 1001 varieties of Baltic herring. In this case I experienced a number of varieties of Murgh and Gosht. Murgh is chicken, and Gosht is mutton, and the varieties commonly known to westerners as ’curries’. Well, there are some exceptions. Fish can, surprisingly, be quite good even in Hyderabad, so far from the sea. And, of course, the vegetarian dishes, which can be very good and should not be overlooked by us carnivores.

I mostly drank beer. Wine is expensive, and not very good.

When the beer is served though, it looks like the waiter takes beer as seriously as wine, showing the bottle to the customer. Actually, the customer is expected to touch the bottle to confirm that it has been properly chilled.

Language

I do not know a word of Hindi, or Sanskrit, or the Andhra Pradesh language Telugu. Fortunately, almost all speak English. (Someone said that India is the country where everyone goes around making perfect imitations of Peter Sellers – Sorry, I could not resist.)

Some peculiarities though; In Golconda, which I visited in June, there were signs stating that

Writting on the wall is prohibited.

Another example of such information is given in this picture (in the Charminar monument):

Numbers

My hotel bill stated that I was to pay 1.13.545,81 Rs. This peculiar way of referencing larger numbers stems from the use of Indian words for cardinal numbers. One lakh equals a hundred thousand, and one crore equals ten million. Crore is frequently used in financial pages of papers, referring to profit, turnover, or revenue of so and so many Rs. Crore for an enterprise. My hotel bill thus stated I should pay one lakh thirteen thousand … etc. rupies.

Sceneries

I conclude with some pictures from in and around Hyderabad:

Saturday, and a visit to the old Hyderabad: Charminar.

I mentioned earlier that the city of Hyderabad has grown tremendously in the last 5-10 years. The new parts are predominantly Hindu, while the old parts are Muslim. Charminar is a great monument next to a mosque called Mecca Masjid. Stepping up the stairs of the monument will get you a better picture of the monument itself, but also over the old city. A stunning view that starts one wondering if it is wise to blend in in that colourful and chaotic spectacle of market, traffic, and mosque.

Traffic is even more dense here than in the more modern parts of the city. Sometimes it is difficult to tell where the sellers stop selling, and the drivers stop driving. Crossing the street is an adventure, but because of the slow speeds it is usually successful. One should be careful though. Not yielding enough will mean that you will get hit, not hard, but nevertheless a clear indication that you should quickly learn the tacit understandings between drivers and pedestrians.

All the time an intense sound level. Cars, bikes, and autorickshaws signalling, sellers loudly presenting their goods. Apart from being brushed by the traffic, westerners are constantly approached by beggars.

In some shops, there is a constant banging sound. Young men and boys are crouching over a slab of flat stone, beating it with a wooden club. They are flattening silver. When sufficiently thin, it is put between paper and sold for use in cooking! The ultra-thin foils are used to wrap sweets, some delicious pieces of food, or a special after dinner wrapping of a bitter-sweet aromatic and perfume like blend of spices in a beetleleaf. It does not taste much at all, but is supposed to add luxury to the food item.

There were stacks of these foils between paper. I wonder how long time it takes to make one foil. One stack of them looks like a year’s toiling and sweating.

Beetleleaves, bananas, pomegranates, sugarcane, and lots of other items are sold in a big chaos. Bangles Street is dominated by shops selling bangles and other items of (cheap) jewellery.

And from all places one can view the dominant profile of the Charminar monument. […] This throws more light on the use of silver in food that I wrote about in a previous post. Maybe that was what saved my stomach last time?   […] 

On Sunday, the day we arrived, a visit to the Birla Mandir temple. It is a Hindu temple devoted to the god Lord Venkateshwaran. Visiting on barefoot. No shoes, food items, cameras, or video recorders, are allowed. People of all beliefs and denominations are welcome though.

It is a big marble temple with statues of gods here and there. I would say that tourists are outnumbered by worshippers. The greatest attraction is at the top and is of course a statue of the Lord Venkateshwaran himself.

Wonderful frieses, although somewhat stereotypical at times. Plenty of symbols. At one place an old Hindu symbol has been placed behind plexiglass. Since WWII, the swastika has taken on a different meaning, and needs to be protected when shown in its Hindu context. The swastika is not uncommon as a decoration on handicraft items.

On warm days the hot marble stones can be quite unbearable, and standing still is impossible. Fortunately it is allowed to keep your socks. Today this was not a problem.

Incense, statuettes of gods, and different items of varying degrees of kitsch can be purchased in a nearby shoppe.

The sight over Hyderabad, including the Hussain Sagar, or Tank Bund, lake is revealing. The city just goes on and on.

This part of Andrah Pradesh is called the Deccan plateau. Surroundings are striking. When the landscape eventually shows, it is characterized by small hills of round stones on top of each other, and other well rounded rocks of peculiar shapes. It is difficult to believe that they were not put there on purpose. The landscape looks eerie and non-earthly.

The Birla Mandir temple sits on such a hill, but it is difficult at first to see its structure.

Now I have been here almost a week already.

This is not my first visit to Hyderabad; I was here in June as well, but that was before my blogging era.

The traffic is chaotic as usual, but it flows, that is, if you can call it a flow. Autorickshaws (three wheelers with a two stroke engine and room for three passengers. Again depending on what you call ’room’.) fill the streets. There is constant signalling, carrying at the same time the messages ’Watch out!’, ’I am here!’, ’Let me pass!’, ’You stupid!’, ’I am more important than you!’.

People on foot, bicycles with enormous loads, autorickshaws, mopeds, motorbikes, cars, buses, trucks, Ambassador type taxis, and then hired cars transporting foreigners like me, all compete for the road in this traffic soup. There is never a stand-still, except at the few traffic lights. Driving lanes are ignored, or just used as an indication of the general direction of the road. Driving on the left side is only strictly observed when there is a row of concrete blocks in the middle of the road, separating the lanes.

On business travel in Hyderabad, company policy does not allow us to drive ourselves. We do not want to. We would not stand an icicle’s chance in hell.

At the end of the monsoon, this is still a rainy season. Last time it was very hot and no hint of humidity. The monsoon was expected then, but was late. One night there was indeed a thunderstorm and heavy rain.

Now overcast, humid, and occasionally raining. There have been some sunny days, and the humidity makes life unbearable without air-conditioning. Not so hot in general; Ca 28 degrees C is OK.

The impressions are many, and force themselves upon even the casual visitor:

• At building sites, the workers and their families live in makeshift tents. The women are nevertheless dressed in clean colourful sarees. Men and women work at the building sites, carrying loads on their heads. Probably paid peanuts.
• People sleeping out at night along the roads, frequently lying in the planted grass that separates the driving lanes.
• Women sweeping the streets in the middle of the storming traffic, bent over with a half-long brush. Even in the largest main roads.
• Beggars, old and young, and some with horrible disfigurements.
• Rapidly expanding, blazing IT-villages, connected by a totally inferior network of roads.
• Luxury villas and apartment complexes for the growing upper and middle classes, always guarded.
• Building sites everywhere!

People are very gentle, despite the enormous differences. Foreigners are scarce in Hyderabad, even though it is a fast growing IT centre and attracts much foreign business. Being the capital of Andrah Pradesh, it now houses some six million inhabitants. Most of the city has appeared in the last 5-10 years.

The starting point may be horrible to a western foreigner, but in general wealth seems to spread and grow.

Going away on a business trip to India.

If there is spare time, and internet facilities, I may return with some observations soon. Otherwise it will be a forthnight or so of silence on the blog.

A week is a too short time to have anything very profound to say, but I will try and make a short summary anyway.

It has taken some time, mainly because I wanted to include some pictures in the post, but also because some impressions get clearer and ripen as time goes.

General tips

A good start is to get the complete bus timetable. It is just a leaflet. Pity that the Public Transport Association do not have a pdf variant available on their otherwise very helpful site, but the information booths at the Valletta bus terminus, or the Tourist Information Centre surely have them. Always make sure you get your ticket and keep it.  It is satisfying to see the frequent controls, so rare now in the Stockholm public transport system. A bus pass for several days is surely practical.

The more limited the time, the more important it is to have a good guide book, as I have pointed out in a previous post.

With this I managed to visit southern Malta (Tarxien, Birzebbuga & Ghar Dalam, and Marsaxlokk), the middle (Mdina and Rabat), Gozo and Comino, The Malta International Air Show, and of course Valletta. All in one week.

Religion

I made some observations before about the religious decorations that are frequently seen.

It strikes me that coming from a mainly secular country, it takes some time to realize how religion is such a completely integrated and natural part of life in a country as Malta. Need something to read on the bus? What could be better than the Bible? Bumper sticker on the car? How about some nice latin saying from the Bible?

I may generalize too much, but my impression is that to be Swedish and religious is a statement, to be Maltese and religious is a tautology.

Everywhere there are churches, and everywhere there are statues of saints as part of the corners of many buildings. And as you can see from the picture below, why change a successful design?

Tourist things

Anyone who buys a souvenir anywhere has agreed to get ripped off. This is not an observation about Malta. It is an observation about the tourist industry.

Malta is as far as I could see not in the bad grip of the tourist industry, despite the hordes of people streaming through the country every day. Transportation, accomodation, sightseeing, and dining were all chiefly good experiences. There was only one instance of a really bad restaurant which served cold food, inferior (not local) wine, and whose owner could not take constructive criticism. A change of venue saved the evening.

I did buy a few souvenirs…

Wining & Dining

Dinner is always an important part of my vacations. Let’s face it. Malta is not one of the gastronomical centres of the earth.

That said, discovering the mostly robust rabbit dishes and the delicious servings of fresh fish, was most agreeable. The wines were a pleasant surprise discovery, and there were some real gems, particularly white ones, but also good Merlot and Cab. S. wines. Not so wide variety of local beer; Hopleaf was my favourite.

The air show

Mainly to get a chance to show my pictures of the beautiful Merlin planes…

… and of the impressive B1-B bomber:

Conclusion

It has been a history lesson. Right from the megalithic remains, through the phoenician influence, the arrival of the Knights of St. John and their defeat of the Turkish forces, the French interlude succeeded by British rule, to the horror, devastations, and courage of WWII. I will for sure continue to read up on this important, but in this country too often forgotten, part of European history.

Even though culture and not landscape is the main lasting impression, there are some stunning views not to be missed.

I conclude with a view from Comino’s azure coves towards Gozo.

Well, this is my last blogging from Malta. Going home tomorrow.

Today has been wrapping up some loose ends in Valletta. I visited the War Museum, the audiovisual show The Siege of Malta, detailing the history of the Order of St. John, where a central part is taken by the defeat of the turkish forces in 1565, and finally The Pub where the british actor Oliver Reed took his last order before he died, at the end of the shooting of Gladiator.

I will wrap up this series of postings with a tenth, and final, text about my experiences during this visit.

Saturday was finally the day when the Malta International Air Show would start.

The show was impressive of course, but the real attraction were the two legendary aircraft that had flown there from England.

The Hurricane and the Spitfire were displayed first on the ground, among much old equipment from WWII and plenty of reenactors, recreating the atmosphere of an era more than sixty years ago.

The roaring thunder of jet engines were impressive, but when the Merlin engines finally flew again over Malta this was noticeably a very special sound to many of the audience.

All the special guests, the veterans, and the very much younger enthusiast spending almost all their spare time to re-create the past, and the older Maltese who possibly remembered the time when the arrival of these aircraft sixty years ago relieved them of some of the most intense bombing in WWII, all clearly regarded the short flight of these two aircraft as the zenith of the show.

A man standing next to me got a call to his mobile. He was one of the ’old boys’, as far as I could judge. The mobile played the theme from the film ’The Dam Busters’. That was the sentiment!

When the American B1-B bomber took off just after the Merlin planes had landed, it seemed almost inappropriate. The largest roar from engines I have ever heard (and yes, there were Tornadoes there too) seemed a little too much just at that moment. Otherwise, the display of the B1-B was of course impressive, but maybe the Sea Harrier was the one that stole the rest of the show. Maybe the Red Arrows (I think it was them) did something more impressive, but I missed that.