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Eric and I rolled into Puri on the Calcutta train on Thursday morning. The train journey was surprisingly tame; the Calcutta-Puri line is pretty efficient — we only arrived three hours late, not a bad trip — and the berths in the second-class sleeper were comfortable. Indian trains can be a real experience, but my first exposure to the system was easy and considerably less hassle than the train in Java. One girl had her pack stolen, but we'd been warned of a racket on the Puri Express, so I held tightly onto my bags until we were well into the journey, when I had time to chain them down. Theft isn't rife in India — not compared to more touristy places like Thailand — but it happens, especially on the more popular tourist routes. Puri was where I rediscovered my joie de vivre , a little something that I managed to mislay halfway through Indonesia and have only found occasionally since. Then I realised For the first time in ages, I was thrilled to be on the trail. As the skin formed on my super-sweet milky tea, I simply sat there, taking in the sights of rural India. Puri, some km south of Calcutta down the eastern coast of the mainland, is a pilgrim town, one of the holiest spots in India for Hindus. As a result it's full of weird and wonderful characters as well as hundreds of Indian tourists, and as the cows wander along the road, eating everything and crapping in the gutter, and the children play cricket in the backstreets, stoned pilgrims meander along the road, struggling through a haze of bhang. For Puri is one of those unique spots where the use of marijuana and opium is not only legal, it's supported by the government; there are quite a few government bhang shops dotted around the town where you can buy grass and opium, as well as bhang , an edible form of marijuana which you just swill down and enjoy. This is a major draw card for western tourists, of course, but I didn't come across any downside to this availability; Puri is simply relaxed, and everyone seems to be silently satisfied, for some reason Puri is not just popular because it's a drug-friendly pilgrim town; it also has a beach. The beach doesn't win any prizes though; the inhabitants of the local fishing village use it as a toilet, and go for their daily squat as the sun's coming up, leaving a lovely smell to waft down onto anyone brave enough to sunbathe. However, for the casual tourist the beach holds some wonderful conversations; the salesmen of India know their targets are captive when they're soaking up the rays, and the sales pitches come in all shapes and sizes. There's the man selling carvings of positions from the Kama Sutra ; the massage man; the dropout selling dope, despite government regulations; the salesman for the restaurant up the road; and, of course, the stoned pilgrims. One of the latter approached us as we watched the world go by, and among the inane chatter he spouted for over twenty minutes with no prompting from us, I might add was this wonderful poem, which sums up India quite well, I think:. Life is good when it's sunny; Life is good when it's raining. Life is good when it's hot; Life is good when it's cold. Life is good when it's day; Life is good when it's night. Life is good when it's black; Life is good when it's white. Life is good when it's easy; Life is good when it's hard. When we asked him what was so good about life when it was raining, he replied, 'I sleep when it's raining. The traveller crowd in Puri were fun, too. Take John the Mancunian, whose wonderfully characterful accent proved the perfect tool for describing his visit to the bank. And I says it's not fookin' mutilated, mate, it's just a rip, it's how they check for counterfeits, you know, by seeing if you can rip through the watermark, it's standard procedure that is, you ask anybody who works for a bank in England. So I says to 'im, get the phone and I'll ring the fookin' Bank of England and prove it, go on, they'll tell you it's standard procedure, like, but he bloody wouldn't. Fookin' bastard. It's practically a rite of passage. And then there was Peter, the old English electronic engineer who had been coming to Puri regularly for his holidays and proved a mine of information about the town and how to catch the local buses and trains. Add in a mix of hippies, spiritual explorers and people who defied categorisation, and staring at the travellers turned out to be just as much fun as staring at the locals. Well, almost. There are few sights more distressing, and few sights that draw the eyes more, than beggars. The beggars in India are deformed, dirty, and really pitiful; stumps are held out for a few rupees, scabby bodies shuffle themselves through the dirt, mumbling for change, and women with flesh sagging from their bones stand around, toothlessly asking for money while you suck on another mouthful of cripspy teats. And every evening the night watchman walks along the road, blowing his policeman's whistle and making sure the beggars don't stray into the wrong areas; regular whistles mean there's no problem, lots of short, sharp whistles mean something's going on, and no whistles demonstrate exactly why the night watchman gets paid danger money. I only saw one bit of hassle while I was in Puri; an explosive Italian caused a scene in Raju's Restaurant by insulting Raju's brother and generally being a drunken idiot. Not surprisingly the night watchman was nowhere to be seen. Humans aren't the only entertainment in Puri. Along with the wandering cows are hundreds of dogs; in common with other Asian countries, dogs run wild, spreading rabies and turds, but in India the numbers go off the scale. They normally don't bother humans — unless you're carrying food, in which case they begin to take interest, a scary transition from studied apathy to vaguely menacing stalking — but they sure bother each other, chasing after unwelcome strays and arguing over food scraps and territorial rights. At night the noisy whining of the mosquitoes is only matched by the choruses of whooping and yelping dogs; it's a concentrated effort that makes it sound like the dogs of Puri are auditioning for the next Disney flick as the pack of unsavoury characters that always get their comeuppance. Between the canine wailing, the crickets' shrill chirping, the bats screaming and the early morning nattering of the locals, my earplugs have been earning their keep. The downside to Indian life hit me on the Sunday. Both Eric and I woke up during the night and threw up copiously, before spending almost all of the next day in bed, making endless hurried trips to our en suite. Obviously we'd eaten or drunk something suspect, but of course it was impossible to tell exactly what. India is a particularly unpleasant place to get gastric complications, because wherever you go people are spitting their pan in the street 2 , pissing on the pavement, cooking goodness knows what in smoky barbecues, and generally not helping the situation as you stumble down the street, clutching your guts. However, by this stage in my travels I've become pretty philosophical about illness, so when I woke up on the Monday, feeling much better, I decided to make my plans for the next few days. Those plans involved moving somewhere, so I strutted down to the railway station to make a booking. Indian railway booking offices are an education in chaos, and it's a minor miracle that the bookings, once made, are reliable. I wanted to go from Puri to Warangal, and then on to Hyderabad ; when you buy a ticket for a journey over km you are entitled to a two-day break wherever you want, and I wanted my break at Warangal. I queued at the information window, and after about ten minutes I managed to find out that, yes, this was possible, and I should fill in a reservation form and queue at the other window. This queue took only 45 minutes to evaporate — a very short wait by normal standards — but the ticket guy said I couldn't have the ticket I wanted, and I ended up buying a ticket just to Warangal. With Indian Railways, this is par for the course; as if to rub in the almost slapstick vibe of the railways, when the phone rang in the ticket booth, the man picked up one phone and said, 'Hello,' but the phone kept ringing, so he picked up another phone and said, 'Hello,' and the phone kept ringing, and then he picked up a third phone and said, 'Hello,' and the phone kept ringing If it hadn't been for real, it would have been a comedy sketch. That night I settled down for my last night in Puri, pleased to be making a move in the morning. The move I actually made in the morning was not quite as expected; sometime during the early hours of the morning I began to feel a little nauseous, and come 6am I was back in the bathroom, shooting copious quantities of variously digested foodstuffs from both ends of my body. Stomach cramps set in, I felt dizzy and weak, and I realised that there was no way I was going to be boarding a train that morning. Once again, sickness scuppered my plans. By mid-morning things were no better, so I limped out into the morning light to find the manager, who was distressed to find that I had relapsed and rushed off to get me some medicine as I dashed back into the bathroom for another shot at goal. The medicine he brought looked dubious; one sachet was of oral rehydration salts, and I was pleased to note that ORS is readily available in India, after the fiasco in Rantepao ; the other sachet, however, contained some unmarked pills with just a brand name on the packet, and the manager said they would work wonders. I took the salts, but figured I'd avoid the pills until I knew a bit more about my condition. I could afford this luxury because our neighbour in the hotel, a very kind Swiss girl called Ruth, said it sounded as if I had giardia , a nasty little parasite that she'd managed to pick up some six months before. Earning canonization in the process, she offered to take one of my still-warm stool samples up to the testing station, and after I'd found a use for an empty film canister that I'm sure Kodak didn't have in mind when they invented it, off she went, tepid package in hand. The results confirmed it: I did indeed have giardia. Eric saved the day for the second time by going into town to collect some Secnil to kill the parasite, and at the same time he cancelled my train reservation. Meanwhile I sat in bed cursing my luck and altering my plans. Luckily my plans are specifically designed to be alterable, and instead I spent a profitable convalescence studying maps of India, weather patterns, railway timetables and my guidebook. Truth be told, I rather enjoyed it; sometimes organising a large trip is almost as fun as the trip itself. The extra days that I spent recuperating in Puri slowed me down, made me simplify my itinerary, and reminded me of my mortality, as if I needed more hints. In retrospect, this wasn't a bad thing; I got better, very slowly, I got some letters written, and I met a fellow music lover, Danny from Israel, with whom I whiled away the hours talking music. Things could have been much, much worse, and I still managed to get to Hyderabad in the end. In true Indian style, spelling is an optional extra, and at Raju's you can dine in true dyslexic decadence. Fish lovers adore the Tunna Stack and Lobstar by Order , and for people who like their food cold, you can check out the Chilly Chicken. And if that isn't enough to get the taste buds rolling, you can spend hours trying to decide between the Macaroni Tomato with Cheese Sauce and the Tomato Cheese Macaroni. What a glorious place! The equivalent of the betel nut in Indonesia, pan is a combination of tobacco, betel nut, lime paste that's lime as in lime ash, not the fruit and various strange spices and condiments. It's chewed, and results in huge numbers of red-coloured stains on the pavement as people spit out their accumulated saliva and, eventually, the pan itself. It sounds foul, and indeed it is; I tried pan in Puri, and the experience lasted about five seconds before I realised it's definitely an acquired taste. God knows who first decided to chew betel nuts, but whoever did started off an Asian craze, 'craze' being the operative word.

How (not) to behave in BALI

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Preparing for your trip, you want to know how to behave in Bali? In Bali, there are many unwritten and unspoken rules. Most of them are very similar all over Asia. However, the Balinese are far too polite and bashful to point out that you are about to transgress one of their common rules. If you misbehave, they bark at you in Italy, point at you in Germany, and roll their eyes at you in France. None of this will happen in Asia, namely in Bali. Yes, apparently, they will let it go. But on the inside, they will mutely bark, they will invisibly point and imperceptibly roll their eyes. In Bali , spiritual ceremonies are taken very seriously. Visitors are often admitted, but need to respect some simple rules. You always have to wrap a sarong around your hips — even if you are wearing long pants. Locals also wear a temple scarf around their waist. Often, you can rent sarongs at the entrance to temples. Or they will be someone selling them. Since these vendors cater mostly to desperate people who need a piece of fabric right away, their prices are ridiculously high. Although you might be allowed to take pictures, you should turn off the flash — and preferably also the shutter sound. If you are unsure of how to behave in a certain situation, look at how those around you are behaving. When in doubt, smile — and ask. So if you are wearing a sleeveless top, you also need a scarf to cover your shoulders. Also, the outside areas of shops and homes may have little woven bowls full of flowers, food, and incense. Never step on these arrangements as Balinese believe you will upset the gods. Albeit this may be galling to some women. As a matter of fact, anyone — regardless of gender — with a sore or bleeding wound is considered impure and not allowed at any Balinese temple. As I explained above, religious ceremonies are a very important part of everyday life on the island. In Bali , processions occur frequently, particularly during holidays like Galungan and Nyepi. Obviously, local processions take precedence over your trip. Despite being a popular tourist destination, most Balinese are very conservative. While they tolerate your skimpy apparel on beaches and at resorts, you ought to dress modestly on the street and at local markets. You can wear shorts, but they should reach at least mid-thigh, better just above your knees. Also, your shirt or blouse should have at least short sleeves and not show too much cleavage. You get more great tips on what to bring so that you can always dress appropriately in my post packing light — travelling in style. Interestingly, it was only after the introduction of Islam and ironically due to the contact with Western cultures that Javanese and Balinese women began to cover their breasts. Before, these women worked or rested topless. The sole reason for big breasted women or women with sagging breasts to cover their breasts was that they interfered with their work — not for moral reasons. Topless tanning and bathing are not allowed in Bali. Neither men should walk around in streets or on markets bare-breasted. As soon as you leave the beach or pool area, you should put on at least a t-shirt. Nevertheless, especially in areas degenerated by mass tourism such as Kuta, you might spot some bare-breasted Balinese men. This is a foreign influence and would never be tolerated in the villages they come from. Leave your footwear at the door as you are entering a temple or a private home. Since temples and homesteads are considered pure places, footwear is would sully their purity. The temple areas can get quite hot especially around noon so that you might be more comfortable not walking around barefoot. Modesty in Bali does not refer to clothing alone. People also behave more discreetly, and this includes touching. Amorous gestures are not displayed in public. Sometimes, young lovers are holding hands — however, this is a huge exception to the rule. Out of respect, visitors should also refrain from any form of romantic and intimate gestures. This makes it the most revered part of the human body. Balinese speak Bahasa Bali respectively Bahasa Indonesia — whereby bahasa simply translates to language. As I explained in my post Learning Languages for Travel , Bahasa Indonesia is actually one of the languages you can learn on babbel. Anyway, in their language, Balinese address each other respectfully and distinctively according to the social status. You might want to address elders and authorities by using Pak for gentlemen and Mas for the ladies. In the everyday life, you can address men as Bapak and ladies as Ibu. When meeting people for the first time, offer them a handshake. However, as a man is introduced to a woman, he has to wait for her to offer her hand first. Although as Balinese deal with westerners, they offer handshakes, their traditional salute is the sembah. It is basically like the Indian Namaste : the joined palms are placed vertically against the sternum. You should accompany this gesture by saying om swastiastu , meaning may peace be with you. When greeting people, refrain from the far too intimate hugging. Also, the jovial petting on the shoulder, arm, or back is really inappropriate. Balinese also communicate by smiling, and they do it openly and often. Since this is actually very nice, when in Bali , do as the Balinese do: Just smile at everyone around you, and you will be appreciated and accepted. Hence, you should never point at someone or something with your feet. When sitting on the floor, you have to sit cross-legged with your feet under your knees, not with your legs stretched out showing the soles. When sitting on a chair, never cross your legs in the so-called 4-position, where one foot rests on the opposite thigh so that the sole might point at your neighbor. I think that the US is the only part of the world where people not only walk around at their homes in shoes. They also tend to put their feet — barefoot or with their shoes still on — on furniture, namely tables. This is a sacrilege — not only in Bali or in Asia but basically everywhere outside the US. As you point at something, loosely grip your fingers and point only with your thumb instead of using the index finger. You might know some of the rules about the feet or the pointing also from other cultures, namely Islamic countries. Also the use of the right and the left hand is identical: You use only the right one if you touch something — and most of all someone. Obviously, when eating, you your exclusively the right hand — there is no exception to this rule. Never use your left hand to touch another person or even to hand something over. This applies also when handing over money as you are paying. The left hand is considered dirty because in many cultures — including Indonesia — it is used for sanitary purposes. Balinese traditionally sit cross-legged on the floor. As you have learned above, they use exclusively their right hand. When you are invited to dine at a local Balinese home, do not eat up. Leave a little food on your plate to symbolize an offering to the gods. It also proves to the host that you had enough to eat. The urge to maintain a sparkling dinner conversation is a rather western thing. People speak genially, rarely showing strong emotions. Since Balinese dislike any form of controversy, they keep situations low-key by smiling or by skirting. Therefore, arguing is considered rude. Getting emotional makes you lose your face. Hence, keeping your calm will get you farther than raising your voice and demanding whatever you need to complain about. Since Balinese are very easily embarrassed and saving their face is crucial, you should try to avoid controversial topics and confrontative situations. You are a guest in a foreign country where life is proceeding at a different pace — metaphorically as well as literally. There is a noticeable lack of punctuality. A totally acceptable pro-forma excuse — that no one actually believes — is to blame Jam Karet which literally translates to rubber time but means traffic jam. Even though Bali is relatively affluent compared to other Indonesian, most local people mean a very modest life. And these is considered a good income. Which, even objectively speaking, you are. Many of the good people waiting your table or making your room can hardly afford visiting their home village on a regular basis. Therefore, it is simply a respectful gesture refraining from bragging or wasting money. The following aspects have less to do with customs, behavior, and manners. They are rather some practicable advice on how to stay safe and healthy while enjoying your stay in Bali to the max. Hence, you better put on sunscreen with a high SPF. Stay in the shade, wear good sunglasses and a hat especially around noon. As I pointed out on various occasions in my post Keep Calm and Travel Solo , your well-being should always come first. Especially if you are new, people will try to take advantage of you. This quality, however, makes them dangerous for swimmers. There are strong and often treacherous undercurrents. You have probably heard of some diseases that are common in Asia. Most of them are transmitted by mosquitoes who love the tropical climate. On the beach, they will hardly bother you. But if you go for a walk or a bike ride through the hinterland, you should definitely use a good repellent. Bali is not a malaria area. However, if you want to visit the Gili Islands for a longer period of time, you should find out about malaria prophylaxis from your doctor back home. It is transmitted by the Anopheles mosquito which is active at dusk and at night. Dengue fever is also a common disease in Indonesia. The diurnal Aedes mosquito is the vector. Dengue fever occurs in Bali mainly during the rainy season. There is no prophylaxis against dengue fever. Also, Chikungunya fever and Japanese encephalitis are transmitted by different kinds of mosquitos, hence make sure to avoid being bitten. Even monkeys can be infected. Rabies is transmitted through the saliva of infected animals. The disease is difficult to treat and can be fatal for humans. So hands off dogs and monkeys — even if you find it so tempting. The internet is full of reports on how people got aggressed and bitten by monkeys especially at the famous Monkey Forest in Ubud. There, the animals are used to humans and they know that people are carrying food and water. But there are also reports of people who got bitten really badly without having brought food or played with the monkeys. You should never underestimate the bite of an animal, no matter how small. Ever since rabies first occurred in Bali, some people have died from it. Therefore, under no circumstances should one rely on self-diagnosis. Instead, you should always consult a doctor. However, apart from other vaccinations, I also got rabies shots before travelling to Southeast Asia as there is always a great chance to encounter aggressive monkeys or other disease-carrying animals. Better safe than sorry. Any other company or individual driver is a hit or miss. Since some other taxi operators dislike them — actually for their fairness and honesty — they collude with some hotels to ban Bluebird Taxis from their premises. Nevertheless, try to take a Bluebird Taxi whenever you can. Never just hop into a cab and off you go. Always check that the meter is on — or negotiate a reasonable fare at the beginning of your ride. In , a smoke-free bylaw went into effect on the island. Since then, smoking has been forbidden in most public areas, including hotels and restaurants. Be cautious as you are eating and drinking since it is the best prevention against the so-called Bali-belly, a cute way of describing diarrhea. Mostly, diarrhea occurs during the first days abroad, hence, before the intestine adapted to foreign bacteria. Usually, visitors are well after a few days. More serious intestinal infections with further side-effects might stem for instance from parasites. As I emphatically explained in my post Keep Calm and Travel Solo , your well-being should always come first. Staying hydrated by drinking plenty of bouillon, fruit juices, or sugared tea is the top priority. Dehydration can be really dangerous, especially fro young children and the elderly. If you prefer, you can also stir one teaspoon of table salt and two tablespoons of sugar in one liter of black tea. Then, add the juice from two oranges. There has been a vaccination against hepatitis A since However, there is no vaccination against hepatitis E, which is also transmitted via contaminated food and can be particularly dangerous for pregnant women. Bird flu is rampant throughout Indonesia and Bali. Therefore, you should touch neither birds nor cats. As cats eat birds, they can possibly become infected. If you have no direct contact with sick animals or their meat, there is no risk of you getting infected. You should drink two to three large bottles of water per day. Only drink bottled water. As you are buying it, make sure the lid is still sealed — even at restaurants. To drink enough, I always carried a bottle of water — or sometimes soda — with me. Actually, this is not necessary since everywhere you go, peddlers with a variety of water and soft drinks are waiting for you. Their drinks might be a bit more expensive, on the other hand, they will be cooler than the one you are schlepping with you. Normally, every hotel supplies you with a complimentary small bottle of water per guest. Obviously, you can also drink that water. Since these drinks are being mixed with substances like Rohypnol, Methanol, or even some animal tranquilizers, they can make you seriously ill. It can provoke extremely low blood pressure, respiratory depression, coma, or even death. There were cases of people getting blind. Sadly, even fatalities were reported. So what to do? Well, if you want a nice cocktail, get it exclusively at an established hotel bar, not at some random beach place. After extended travels to Latin America and Asia, I know that some westerners are coming to these places to take drugs. I find this preposterous. Not only because the laws in these countries are often really harsh. Especially solo-travelling women should always stay in control and avoid making themselves volnurable. Indonesian Law No. There is actually life imprisonment for the possession and, shockingly, death penalty for trafficking. The best way to obtain cash is to get it from an ATM, obviously. Otherwise, confide only in money changers that are approved by Bank Indonesia. Obviously, you can change money at most hotel receptions and front desks. However, this should be only your last resort since their exchange rates are much worse than those of banks or authorized money changers. Have you been to Bali? Which cultural differences have you noticed there? If you have something to add — hit me, I and the other readers will be grateful for helping to make this list more complete. By continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. 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