Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Trip to Mysore
DC and I decided it was about time we had some time out, just the two of us. Being a small rural town here in Kollegal we decided to take a trip by bus to Mysore and perhaps enjoy a coffee in a cafe and eat some food we can't get in Kollegal and just enjoy some time out.
We headed for the bus terminal at about 8am and found the bus we needed by just asking around. There are no signs to point you to the right place, it's word of mouth here. It was about a 2hr trip and we laughed how we would never be taking a bus for 2 hrs in NZ just to have a coffee together.
Once there we purchased a coffee and then some fried chicken and chips but we realised that we have actually adapted and changed to the life in Kollegal and although the idea of a coffee in a cafe sounded nice, it was not all that our minds had lead us to believe it would be. I actually didn't enjoy it. I have become a rural small town girl that enjoys small sized Indian chai and dosa bars. The only thing we really did enjoy was some time out together and a ride through the country side and paddy fields on the way there.
Our trip back by bus was an interesting one. We found a bus heading to Kollegal but the one thing we did not find out was that it was going to take a different route home. I now know that being 8mths pregnant and dirt roads with pot holes do not go favourably together. We were in the back seat as they were the only ones free when we first got on the bus and it was fine until we hit the dirt roads. We were being bounced around like rag dolls. I held one arm under my belly and another on the seat in front to stop being thrown around too much and to support baby. The conductor came and moved us further up the bus because there were now some vacant seats but you should try walking on a bus that is swaying and jerking and crashing and banging when you are pregnant. So we had about an extra half hour of the off the beaten track road and then we suddenly heard a huge bang and I felt wind on my arm. The tyre had blown out. But we could not stop for another 10 mins or so until we got onto a wider road and this also happened to be the road of a very welcome tar seal. The tires had no tread what so ever, I don't think safety is the number one thing for bus companies here.
All in all we got back safely and I think if baby had any idea of coming early it would have on the bus. I think that may be my last pregnant bus ride for a while but we had to laugh. It's all part of the adventure.
We headed for the bus terminal at about 8am and found the bus we needed by just asking around. There are no signs to point you to the right place, it's word of mouth here. It was about a 2hr trip and we laughed how we would never be taking a bus for 2 hrs in NZ just to have a coffee together.
Once there we purchased a coffee and then some fried chicken and chips but we realised that we have actually adapted and changed to the life in Kollegal and although the idea of a coffee in a cafe sounded nice, it was not all that our minds had lead us to believe it would be. I actually didn't enjoy it. I have become a rural small town girl that enjoys small sized Indian chai and dosa bars. The only thing we really did enjoy was some time out together and a ride through the country side and paddy fields on the way there.
Our trip back by bus was an interesting one. We found a bus heading to Kollegal but the one thing we did not find out was that it was going to take a different route home. I now know that being 8mths pregnant and dirt roads with pot holes do not go favourably together. We were in the back seat as they were the only ones free when we first got on the bus and it was fine until we hit the dirt roads. We were being bounced around like rag dolls. I held one arm under my belly and another on the seat in front to stop being thrown around too much and to support baby. The conductor came and moved us further up the bus because there were now some vacant seats but you should try walking on a bus that is swaying and jerking and crashing and banging when you are pregnant. So we had about an extra half hour of the off the beaten track road and then we suddenly heard a huge bang and I felt wind on my arm. The tyre had blown out. But we could not stop for another 10 mins or so until we got onto a wider road and this also happened to be the road of a very welcome tar seal. The tires had no tread what so ever, I don't think safety is the number one thing for bus companies here.
All in all we got back safely and I think if baby had any idea of coming early it would have on the bus. I think that may be my last pregnant bus ride for a while but we had to laugh. It's all part of the adventure.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Rice planting time
The Home owns land that rice and wheat is grown on. It is not on our compound so we took a trip both in the morning and afternoon to take food and chai to the workers who were planting out the rice today. It's so wonderful to get out in the fields and try our best to communicate with the workers. Their backs must have been aching from leaning over all day but the smiling faces did not give anything away. I would love to go back again during harvest time in 3 months. I have never seen how it is harvested and have always had a fascination with rice as it comes in prepared bags ready to cook in NZ. It's a lot of sweat and hard work to get rice to our tables. I think you appreciate your meals more when you see how it got to your plate.
Some of the rice will be sold but the rest will be stored for use at the girls home. There's nothing quite like eating rice from the ground to the table.
It's funny to think that I will have a new babe in arms before this rice crop is harvested. I will be 32 weeks this coming week.
Some of the rice will be sold but the rest will be stored for use at the girls home. There's nothing quite like eating rice from the ground to the table.
It's funny to think that I will have a new babe in arms before this rice crop is harvested. I will be 32 weeks this coming week.
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