A Year in Japan
by Kate T. Williamson
This is a sumptuous book. Kate T. Williamson spent a year in Japan, mostly in Kyoto, and this book is the result.
Through beautiful illustrations and a minimal amount of text, Williamson introduces us to Japan, its people and culture. When she arrives in Kyoto, she walks past a department store and notices a wall of patterns and colours. Intrigued, she goes in and finds that the squares of cloth displayed are washcloths, used for wiping your hands on in public restrooms.
“The washcloths were my first exposure to the attention to detail that characterizes much of Japan—both visually and socially. I soon came to realize just how much thought lies behind appearances and actions there, and that these details of beauty and nuances of word and deed are both expected and appreciated.”
The book is full of little details of life in Japan: the dancing man on the screen of her mobile phone; the colourful book bags that fill stores during the back-to-school period; and an electric pad meant to keep her warm through the winters.
Appreciation of nature is important to the Japanese. Families make expeditions to see the cherry blossoms and maple leaves. The old houses have towers that were especially built for viewing the moon.
Williamson has lunch with a geisha, goes to a performance of Guys and Dolls in Japanese with an all-female cast, and studies shiborizome, “a traditional textile art that uses sewing and indigo-dyeing to create subtle and beautiful patterns”. One of the things that caught my eye was how pottery is repaired: rather than trying to hide the repair, metallic filling is used, then lacquered and painted over, making the join visible. The damaged item of pottery then becomes a new work of art.
Then, of course, there is the food, and Williamson devotes several pages to it: tsukimi dango, sweets made especially for moon-viewing; shōjin ryōri, the vegetarian cuisine of monks; and wagashi, traditional Japanese sweets that come in different shapes and colours depending on the season.
Williamson immerses you in the feel and colours of Japan. There is text when it is needed; otherwise, she lets her illustrations speak for themselves. It is worth owning in a print edition — this is the kind of book that will bring sunshine and colour into your life, even on the rainiest day.Buy on Amazon
Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road
by Kate Harris
If things had worked out differently this book might have been about Mars instead of the Silk Road. Kate Harris is a true explorer at heart, always seeking new places and new worlds. She contemplated signing up to go to Mars but realized during the simulation that she would be seeing it through a large suit and gloves and so decided to opt for more earthly places that she could touch.
She persuades a friend to cycle with her along the old Silk Road, initially through China. Sneaking into Tibet under cover of darkness (they don’t have the requisite papers), an official car pulls up while they are filling their water bottles. Heart sinking, Kate watches as the Chinese official kicks her tyres and tries to lift her bike. Then he walks back to the car and instead of returning with handcuffs, he hands her three crisp cucumbers.
Their second foray is more substantial and longer, from Turkey to Ladakh in northern India. They only take trains if it is unavoidable but manage to brave it through freezing cold and constant rain, searing heat, landslides and Central Asian bureaucracy. Their trip takes them to Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, then to China and Nepal.
The book is filled with the warmth and hospitality of ordinary people, the people who pass them on to friends and families in other villages, the ones who take them in and feed them and let them set up their tent in their gardens, the woman restauranteur in Uzbekistan who offers to wash their hair for them, and the Turkish gas attendant who scrapes out the frozen oatmeal from their mugs. “[I]n these simple gestures it seemed possible to rebuild the world.”
But this is more than a book about the road. Harris is fascinated by the nature of exploration: what drives people, and how it affects the landscape. She also writes about borders and their shifting nature, about cross-national conservation efforts that fly in the fact of political conflict.
Harris writes beautifully and her passion for discovery and appreciation for beauty runs through the book. You follow the women on their often gruelling journey and then, like an oasis, you get prose like this, and the 'why' makes sense. “If to be an explorer I must draw a map…let it be this: How the sky shifted and darkened over the plateau that night, and the sun gave a last golden glance through the clouds. How the mountains shone like bits of fallen moon all around me, glowed for a moment and were gone.”
in Clouds: A Journey to Mount Kailash and Lake Manasarovar
by Kavita Yaga Buggana
Kavita Yaga Buggana and her cousin Pallu planned to go together to Mount Kailash in Tibet since they were 18. But life got in the way, they both married, moved away from India and had children. But they held onto their dream.
They finally make the trip years later, after both families have moved back home and the two women are in their early 40s. Ignoring the worried protests of their husbands, they take off, joined by a third friend.
Mt. Kailash is sacred in Buddhism, Hinduism and Jainism, and Bon, a Tibetan religion. According to Hindu belief, Mt. Kailash is where the god Shiva lives with his consort Parvathi. Pilgrims walk the circumference of the holy mountain, a ritual that is supposed to bring good fortune.
They meet up with traveling companions In Nepal: Katy from Hong Kong who lives in Vancouver; Ying, a Chinese woman with a bad leg; Jeff, an irrepressible Australian; Sperello, an Italian astrophysicist; and their guide Chhiring. The entire group is part of this book—the photographs that illustrate it were contributed by them.
Reaching the mountain involves trekking through some fairly high and difficult terrain, and Yaga Buggana, although she has the latest equipment, is not prepared for the intense effort. She finds it a challenge, and the cousins almost call it quits on their first night. But things look better in the morning.
Yaga Buggana captures the effort of putting one foot in front of the other as well as the beauty of the landscape. Like night in the Salli Khola camp in Nepal: “In these heights, the heavens seem to have drifted down, almost touching the earth. The air is cold. The river hums, invisible over rocks. This is the most brilliant sky I have ever seen in my life. As I gaze at the heavens, I feel I am falling and flying, and I become intensely aware of these wondrous stars illuminating a great infinity.”
She writes about the razing of Tibetan monasteries. “It is deeply unsettling to picture the original temple being razed, monks fleeing with scrolls and images, fire and rubble consuming once-sacred grounds. … the sacred object and its essence are inseparable and they are often repositories of important cultural identities. In the old temple, it was not stone or metal that was targeted, but the Tibetan people’s sense of self, their spirit, culture, hopes, and strengths.”
This is not just a travel book: Yagga Buggana intersperses her experience with history, legends and beliefs. The book gave me a strong sense of what it means to make that journey and of the richness of the region’s cultural history. And I admired the two women who were determined to realize their dream, whatever the odds.
of the Dawn-Lit Mountains: A Journey Across Arunachal Pradesh—India’s Forgotten
by Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent
Researching a BBC documentary in India, Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent meets Abhra “Abhra-cadabra” Bhattacharya, “fixeur extradonaire”. His stories of the Seven Sisters—the little-known states in the Indian northeast—fascinate her: tales of unchartered wilderness, shamans, sightings of the yeti and human sacrifice.
So, naturally, Bolingbroke-Kent decides to see it for herself, focusing on the state of Arunachal Pradesh. Because of its proximity to China, she needs a special permit.
Arunachal Pradesh is hilly, dense with forest. Packing for the journey is difficult; she will face tropical heat, monsoons and bitter cold, and all she has is a small motorcycle and a top box in which to store her things, which had to be made especially for her (“Number One Indian Quality Top Box”).
Bolingbroke-Kent braves Indian traffic and mountain roads. Her travels bring her into contact with various tribes including the Khampa, Idu and Adi. She talks to those who claim to have seen traces of the yeti, the mythical man-beast of the Himalayas, drinks vast quantities of chang (rice, barley or millet beer) and visits Tibetan monasteries and national parks.
She meets interesting people throughout her trip. There is Phupla, “Singpho prince, conservationist and guide” in a shirt and purple silk sarong, who rescues her from intense questioning by state border guards near Miao; Tina Mena, the first Indian woman to conquer Mount Everest (she says it was easy: as an Idu woman, she is used to marching up and down mountains); and Dorje Tenzing, a tall, regal man, who is not only “a restaurateur, lama, politician and artist” but also “an accomplished jungle apothecary”.
Throughout the book, she intersperses her travels with historical accounts of the British who tried to explore the region with varying degrees of success.
Bolingbroke-Kent’s vivid descriptions bring it all to life. Miao is home to a growing population of refugees and migrants. “In the bazaar, Lisu women squatted behind piles of red chillies, ginger, garlic, coriander and tiny purple aubergines, calloused feet poking out from the hems of brightly woven sarongs; Bangladeshi tailors pedalled at antique Singer sewing machines; Bihari men stood at stalls crammed with tawdry Chinese tat; Tibetans sold momos in shacks strung with prayer flags. With all these people had come their beliefs, stamped on the streets and alleyways in wood and stone.”
It isn’t just the vagaries of Indian bureaucracy and extreme weather that Bolingbroke-Kent is dealing with but the fear of the debilitating panic attacks she suffered the year before travelling to India. The trip was her way of proving to herself she could still do it.
Review: Wild by Nature: From Siberia to Australia
by Sarah Maquis
I love the way Sarah Maquis begins this book: “Put on your shoes. We’re going walking.”
And walk she does, equipped with a backpack and a cart, through Mongolia, China, the Gobi Desert, Siberia, Laos, Thailand and southern Australia. The trip took her three years, with topographical maps only—no GPS!
Maquis starts in Mongolia, providing a fascinating glimpse into a lesser-known country. She experiences some tense moments, especially in her tent at night, when horsemen ride to check out the strange woman travelling by herself. But there are also times when a wandering nomad joins her for a cup of tea or rescues her from being attacked by dogs, or when a woman selling food slips her a second helping of rice and eggs.
Some of Maquis’s most vivid descriptions are about nature. She weathers a fierce storm, “exposed and vulnerable like the tumbleweed that the wind carries where it will”. She has some close encounters with wildlife. Woken one night by the howls of wolves around her tent, she is tempted to howl with them but wisely opts to keep silent.
One morning, she hears plaintive cries and crawls out of her tent to investigate. “The spectacle I find is timeless. All around my tent, camels graze on the rare tufts of green. … The baby camels emit never-ending high-pitched plaintive sounds that pierce the air, while the adults move about gracefully, soundlessly, with movements that exude ease.”
She tries crossing the Gobi Desert but it’s too cold. So she flies to China, planning to cross it from the south. Starting in Yunnan province in the southwest of the country, she walks north to Sichuan. She learns numbers in sign language, which help when she is bargaining but not when she is trying to figure out where she is and all the signs are in Mandarin. Maquis walks through the Sichuan mountains, meeting ethnic minorities living in remote areas.
And on her third try, she crosses the Gobi Desert, trusting camels to guide her to water sources.
This is a book of adventure, and I admire her courage in tackling the obstacles—human and natural—head-on. Floating down the Mekong river in a canoe, she contracts a high fever with no help at hand. She stays on the shore until it breaks. In Laos, she disturbs drug traffickers in the jungle. She manages to persuade them that she is not a threat, and after almost attacking her, they apologize and leave. In Australia, a man in a cowboy hat appears from time to bring her supplies and keep an eye on her.
Maquis also gives us a glimpse into her philosophy of life: how walking brings her closer to nature, to the essential in life, where there are no comforts and she is sometimes pitched against the elements. She believes in listening to your body and in taking the time out to appreciate the small things in life, contrary to the way most of us are constantly rushing around. This is a lesson to be learned indeed.
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Review: Tigers in Red Weather
by Ruth Padel
This is a travel book with a difference: it is also a call for conservation of wildlife ⎯ tigers in particular ⎯ and wild spaces.
Ruth Padel is a single mother living in London. When a five-year affair with a married man breaks up, she is devastated. She initially romanticizes tigers as solitary survivors, something she can identify with. Then a chance trip to Kerala, India, brings her close to the real animal, and her interest in tigers is kindled.
Padel journeys to all the places where tigers live in the wild: India, Bangladesh, Nepal and Bhutan for the Bengal tiger; Russia, South Korea and China for the Amur or Siberian tiger; and Indonesia for the Sumatran tiger. And she goes to the places where the Javanese and Bali tigers ⎯ now extinct ⎯ used to roam.
And everywhere she goes, she finds stories of deforestation, poaching and corrupt officials. Hope is thin on the ground, but is found in the work of dedicated people all over the region, determined to save the tiger and the wilderness.
Tigers are important to the forest ecosystem: if the tiger is healthy, the forest is healthy. It means prey are plentiful, and they in turn have enough to eat, and so on, all the way down to the insects.
“Any loss disrupts links between predators and prey, flowers and pollinators, fruits and dispersers of seeds. All have to be saved together, even leeches, in the wild. Zoos won’t stop the loss cascade. Losing the way they interact means losing the earth.”
She finds Bhutan ⎯ a small country with an incredibly varied ecosystem ⎯ working hard to preserve its wild species. Like on some of the reserves in India, the Bhutanese government tries to involve villagers living near forests in conservation by providing them with alternative livelihoods that would not include clearing forested areas or killing tigers. In Russia, she visits a Wildlife Conservation Society (WCS) field station near Vladivostok.
The dark heart of tiger decimation is China, where the demand for tiger parts as medicine has created a multi-million-dollar industry. The Chinese government has been finally coming to grips with the illegal trade but it still has a long way to go. In China, too, people are fighting to keep the tiger and its habitat alive, as Padel finds when she goes to a tiger reserve in Jilin province in eastern China.
Padel is a poet, and it shows in the ways she writes: in Periyar in the Indian Western Ghats, she takes a boat “in silver mist and saw drowned trees with cormorants on them, and white-breasted kingfishers with dazzling turquoise wings”. She describes sunrise in the Sunderbans, a mangrove forest that stretches from West Bengal to Bangladesh: “Sunrise. Orange eye in blue-veined cloud. A monitor lizard, blush-pink and silver green, scrutinized water from a branch.”
Interspersed with her description of her journeys are glimpses into the end of her affair and the slow healing that takes place. Normally I would find this diversion irritating, but here, it works.
This book is not an easy read but it is worthwhile. Padel is not particularly athletic ⎯ her daily exercise is walking the dog ⎯ but she gamely slithers down near-vertical forests and walks miles through rough terrain in search of something she cares deeply about. She starts out as a city dweller who is taken with the romantic idea of tigers and ends as a tiger expert and an activist for conservation.
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One evening in Kensington, London, Lois Pryce finds a note left on her motorcycle from a man called Habib: “I have seen your motorbike and I think you have travelled to many countries…. I wish that you would visit Iran so you can see for yourself about my country. WE ARE NOT TERRORISTS!”
This was in 2011, at the height of tensions between the UK and Iran. Intrigued, Lois decides to take Habib up on his offer and visit his city, Shiraz.
She takes a train from Turkey across the border and rides her bike to Shiraz, going through Tabriz, the Alborz mountains, Tehran, Isfahan, Yazd and Persepolis. Navigating is a challenge—most of the signs are in Persian and her maps are hopelessly outdated (she is determined not to use GPS). But she is there to see the real Iran and takes it in her stride. Dusk often finds her on the road, hoping to find somewhere to stay the night.
Throughout her trip, complete strangers invite her to join them for a meal or invite her to their homes without any awkwardness or formality, like the Baha’i mother and son she meets on the train. She falls in love with the country and finds its people generous, funny and resourceful. What I found interesting was that, although women are treated as second-class citizens and told what they can or cannot do, Iranian women do not behave like victims. They have their own ways of challenging the system.
She meets ordinary Iranians throughout her trip: the family who give her a crash course on Iranian customs; the teenage girl who wants to become a doctor so she can leave the country; Raha, the businesswoman who wants to go into luxury goods; and Nahid, who runs a small hotel in the north, caring for her sick father and her brother, a recovering crystal meth addict.
But hardliners and the dreaded Revolutionary Guard (the moral police) are a reality, and they would not be friendly to a woman travelling alone. Pryce lives with the possibility that she could be imprisoned. She does have a couple of (thankfully) minor run-ins with the Guard but gets away unscathed. On the whole, she feels safe as a woman, more a curiosity than prey.
My favourite moment is at the point Pryce crosses over into Iran. By now, the entire train knows she has a bike and is going to ride across the country. Standing in line for seats on the onward train, she notices an older woman in a chador staring at her. The woman wants to know if Pryce has a “motor”. All of Pryce’s paranoia surfaces: she is convinced that the woman is a hardliner and will report her to the authorities. She tries to avoid answering but the woman is insistent: “Vroom, vroom! You have motor, yes? It is you?” Pryce admits it. A big smile spreads across the woman’s face. She gives Pryce a big kiss and starts jumping up and down, imitating riding a bike like a daredevil, her chador flapping around her. “Very good! Very good!” Her parting words to Pryce are: “Go and wake up your luck.”
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Review - A Short Ride through the Jungle: The Ho Chi Minh Trail by Motorcycle
by Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent
The Ho Chi Minh Trail was a feat of engineering constructed during the Viet Nam war to supply manpower and material to the North Vietnamese army. It runs from north to south Viet Nam, slipping into Laos and Cambodia and then back into Viet Nam. In 2012, Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent was sent to reconnoitre the trail for the BBC series, The World’s Most Dangerous Roads. A year later she decided to go back and ride it on her own.
Her trusty steed is the Pink Panther, a bright pink Honda C90, a small bike—somewhere between a motorcycle and a moped. She picks up the Panther in Hanoi for a journey that will take her through dense forests, muddy roads and tiny villages. These are not places on the tourist map and all the more fascinating for that.
It takes courage for a woman to ride the Trail alone. But, as Bolingbroke-Kent explains, “Company makes us idle, gives us
masks to hide behind, allows us to avoid our weaknesses and cushions our fears.
By peeling away these protective layers I wanted to see how I would cope, find
out what I was really made of, emotionally and physically.” And the Trail does
test the limits of her endurance, especially when she insists on pushing
through mud to reach her destination and the Panther breaks down, leaving her
alone in the Cambodian jungle. She eventually does find help and makes it
Bolingbroke-Kent also provides a history of the Viet Nam war and the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. The book doesn’t just move between the past and present—the borders between the two feel porous, and the past encroaches on, and is still alive in, the present.
Because of the American bombing campaigns to destroy the Trail, the area is full of unexploded ordnances (UXOs). Villagers take the metal from downed planes either to sell or to use in their houses. In Cambodia, there is second-generation post-traumatic stress disorder from the Khmer Rouge days.
This is a very rich account, full of the realities of life in all three countries.
It tells how mining and illegal logging are destroying the environment, how the author often stays in brothels (the only hotels in small villages), how people go out of their way to help.
When she has trouble crossing a river in Laos, a woman moves a group of kids into action, and before long, the Panther is safe and dry on the opposite bank. When she is stranded in a Cambodian jungle, a passerby on a bike picks her up and asks her to join him and his wife for a meal. In Saigon over New Year, a woman at a Buddhist shrine takes Bolingbroke-Kent to meet her family. She meets people who were on opposite sides during the but war but have moved past the enmity to become friends.
This book is funny, sobering and
inspiring. And hats off to Bolingbroke-Kent for (almost) never saying “no” to
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Review - Porcelain Moon and Pomegranates: A Woman’s Trek through Turkey
by Üstün Bilgen-Reinart
Üstün Bilgen-Reinart is a Turkish woman, who moved to Canada when she was 18 to study and stayed on. But in the late 1990s, she moved back to spend more time with her ageing parents.
Setting out to rediscover her country, Bilgen-Reinart delves into Turkey’s history, starting with ancient times and moving forward, visiting historical sites and linking them to the present by talking to people. Her journeys include Kurdistan, Sanliurfa, the site of a series of honour killings, and brothels.
Bilgen-Reinart meets many interesting—and diverse—women. Hürü Kara, a “regal-looking elderly matron” living in a village in central Anatolia, recites poetry to her and doesn’t let her leave without a parting gift. Hacer is a young prostitute who invites Bilgen-Reinart to her home and offers her a spare bed so she won’t have to take a taxi late at night. Feride is a Kurd, a refugee because her village was burned down. There are no men left in her family, only young boys. Rahime is at the forefront of the protest against the goldmine near Bergama, which would leach cyanide into the water tables. In Sanliurfa, Sahabat, a mother, worries about keeping her daughter safe.
But one thing has stayed with me. In the Neolithic period,
Anatolia—one of the oldest continually inhabited regions in the world—was the
centre of the cult of Cybele, the Mother Goddess. Women were revered because they
gave birth and the man’s role was unimportant (a far cry from the repressive
patriarchal society of the present). There are still shrines to Cybele all over
the region. Bilgen-Reinart visits the architectural dig of Çatalhöyük, the
settlement of a Neolithic society that practiced equality between the sexes and
where difference did not mean inferiority or superiority.
“The settlement had no fortifications and the site had never suffered war. None of the human bones found there show any evidence of a violent death. No weapons that could have been used against human beings have been discovered. A human society where war was unknown!” It is the tragedy of humankind that we have forgotten how to do this, but reassuring that we once did—and maybe one day still can.
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Lisa Napoli was working at a radio station in Los Angeles, dissatisfied with her life, when a chance encounter led her to a radio job in Thimpu, the capital of Bhutan. All she knew about the country was that it had a Gross National Happiness index.
She is picked up at the airport by Ngawang, a bubbly young woman who works at the radio station. The harrowing ride from the airport gives Napoli her first glimpse of the country: the spectacular mountains, the royal blue signs in English and Dzongkha (the Bhutanese language), and the beautiful houses with “sloping roofs and ornately carved orange wooden frames around the windows”, many with giant phalluses painted on the sides. “People will be too ashamed to look and to covet what they don’t have,” explains Ngawang.
The radio station, located in a disused kitchen, is called Kuzoo FM (after kuzu zampo, the Dzongkha greeting) and caters to Bhutanese youth, broadcasting a mix of music (mostly Western pop, downloaded illegally) and information programmes. It is run by a group of young volunteers, including Ngawang, Pema (dubbed Oprah by Napoli for her love of being on the air) and Pink, who works as a DJ at night. Its popularity is also due to participation by the audience, who call in with comments or even sing on the airwaves. Napoli’s job was to help make the station more professional.
Bhutan is unlike most other countries: it had been closed to
the outside world for many years, and there are still restrictions on the
number of tourists allowed in. Napoli was there during a time of major change.
Bhutan was starting to open up, with all the risks that exposure to Western
culture brings. It had held its first election after transitioning from monarchy
to democracy – a change decided by the king rather than the people.
Not only do we glimpse Bhutan through a first-time visitor, but the gaze is reversed when Ngawang visits Napoli in Los Angeles. Things that Napoli takes for granted fascinate Ngawang: a drive-in fast-food joint, the beach (“it’s bigger than it seems on television!”) and Napoli’s tiny apartment with no garden. This perception of each culture by the other gives the book another dimension.
Napoli is good observer and obviously loves the country and the people. I suspect she will have a life-long relationship with the country. After all, there is no word for good-bye in Dzongkha.
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Review - Indonesia etc.: Exploring the Improbable Nation
by Elizabeth Pisani
Indonesia is a complex country. It is made up of 13,466 islands with over 360 ethnic groups and 719 languages. When it gained independence from the Dutch in 1945, the declaration of independence read: “We, the people of Indonesia, hereby declare the independence of Indonesia. Matters relating to the transfer of power etc. will be executed carefully and as soon as possible.”
According to Elizabeth Pisani, “Indonesia has been working that ‘etc.’ ever since.”
Elizabeth Pisani knows Indonesia well. She was posted there as a journalist with Reuters in 1988 for three years. She returned to the country in 2001 after retraining as an epidemiologist specialising in AIDS. In 2011, she decided to write about the country. She spent a year travelling through Indonesia, trying to see what held this diverse country together. Pisani speaks fluent Indonesian, which opened doors for her. She had one golden rule: always say yes!
Pisani has a reason for this rule: she knows that planning a trip in Indonesia is fairly pointless.
Boats leave 18 hours after they’re supposed to, buses wait until they’re full before departing and tend to make detours to “drop someone at home or pick up a package from Auntie’s”. So the only way to get anywhere is to say yes when someone offers a lift. Even when she’s not sure where exactly they’re going. This sense of adventure permeates the book.
In Sumba, an island in the south, not far from Timor, she meets Mama LakaBobo, an old lady with a face “made crinkly from smiling”. Mama Bobo practically adopts Pisani, telling her about the village and how to behave according to adat. Adat is one of the most important aspects of life in most of the country (not in big cities like Jakarta). It is loosely translated as cultural tradition and is a mix of “body of lore and transmuted wisdom” that rules over birth and death, marriage and divorce, education and conservation.
During her travels, Pisani stays with local people, becoming a part of the life of the community. She looks up acquaintances from her earlier visits to the country, and they welcome her back into their homes, as if she had never really left.
What Pisani realizes at the end of her trip is that the country is held together through the vast networks that people have, which create extremely strong bonds. “The sturdiest of these threads is surely collectivism—village-based in Java, more clannish in much of the rest of the country, formalised nationwide through the giant web of bureaucracy. Almost all Indonesians are bound into at least one important web of mutual obligation, often several.” This, and faith, provides people with a sense of security.
I loved this book—I’d rate it as one the best of the travel books I’ve reviewed in this column.
She brings us as close as we can get to the country and the people without ever going there—and I suspect, even if most of us do go, because she takes us to areas so remote tourists are very unlikely to visit.
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Review - Four Corners: A Journey into the Heart of Papua New Guinea
by Kira Salak
This is unlike any travel book by a woman that I’ve read so far. Kira Salak is an adventurer in the real sense of the word—she lets nothing stop her, whether it’s fear of the unknown (and sometimes the known), the delirium of fever or having to trek through impenetrable jungle. A part of me wanted to shake her for taking such crazy risks while another part was rooting for her to complete her journey.
Salak is driven by her emotional baggage, a need to prove herself to her aloof parents. Their rather unorthodox way of child rearing included not setting boundaries just because she was a girl. This partly explains why she didn’t think twice about taking risks.
Everyone Salak meets warns her off going to Papua New Guinea on her own, except for the Papuan women at the YWCA in the capital, Port Moresby. They are excited at her plans to go up the rivers into PNG’s deepest jungle and suggest their “wantoks”—people from the same tribe or family, or just good friends—with whom she can stay on the way.
Her trip is as fascinating as it is harrowing. She is abandoned at a remote village by the man she paid to take her up the river. At one point in her trip, the only way to reach her next destination is to hike through miles of forest. A woman from the village she is staying in, Mila, offers to take her. The hike tests Salak to her limits.
“The rain is torrential. In the heavy humidity, I cannot tell the difference between water and sweat. I plow through the knee-deep muck of our trail, my pack is weighing me down, sinking me deeper into the muck.” They go over mountains so steep that Salak had to pull herself up using tree roots. And all the time, Mila seems barely to break a sweat!
Because of the way she travels and her determination, Salak manages to penetrate places tourists don’t see. In the north, she goes to the camp of Free Papua Guerrilla Movement. The guerrillas were fighting for independence from Indonesia for their home, New Guinea, the other half of the island. The stories they tell her are heart-breaking, and depressingly common in today’s world.
Salak brings it all alive. She writes lyrically about the PNG landscape: “We’re travelling up the Wogamush river. … All is lush and vibrant in this country—I’ve never seen a place so rich, so bursting with colour. Not even Tahiti had so many rainbows capriciously streaking the sky… And the green! Such green, everywhere. The darker green of the wild sugarcane lining the shores, and the sultry green of the rainforest beyond.”
I would recommend reading Four Corners. It is a personal book, and along with the vivid account of her travels, it is also a voyage of self-discovery. I have to say that I was very glad to go on this expedition with her while sitting safely on my sofa!
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Review - Honeymoon in Purdah
by Alison Wearing
This book is a mosaic of Iran, made up through portraits of its people. It is perceptive, funny and thoroughly enjoyable. By providing a glimpse into everyday lives, it breaks the stereotypes about the country.
During this trip—a honeymoon for the Canadian couple, Alison Wearing and Ian—Alison often went out by herself, sometimes completely forgetting about her companion. Strange behaviour, you might think, for a honeymooning couple. Except that, as she reveals a third of the way through the book, they’re not married, not even a couple. She wanted to visit Iran and since she couldn’t do it as a woman alone, she persuaded her gay roommate and close friend to go with her.
The book was published in 2000, so the trip probably took place in the late 1990s. The war between Iran and Iraq had ended less than a decade ago, and although president Hashemi Rafsanjani was the country more towards business, the hardliners were very much in charge. Alison complied with the strict rules about how women ought to dress and got herself a hejab (scarf to cover her hair), a manteau (a long, shapeless coat) and a chador (the cloth to drape over the hejab and manteau). While she was clearly foreign, her effort to blend in made her more approachable.
Ian and Alison stayed with friends of friends or in cheap hotels (and even once with a mullah!) and what emerges is a pattern of unfailing hospitality. In Shiraz, a man offers them a lift to the poet Hafez’s tomb but must pick up his mother first. The mother decides they should all go to her home for lunch instead. Hafez, after all, had been dead for 600 years and could wait; she was 74 and couldn’t. When Alison complains about the heat to a couple in a post office, they whisk her off to a mountain oasis hours away, leaving Ian a note, “Mr. Canada, We take your wife. We make her cold”. Even the police, who arrested Ian when he photographed a procession, plies them with endless cups of tea and buys them a film to replace the one they had to destroy.
Alison and Ian met people on both sides of the political divide: a young man who regretted not becoming a martyr in the recent war, people who had been imprisoned and tortured by the government, and those like Tip, a young man raised in the US and making money selling opium so he could eventually return. Alison also spent time with foreign women who were happily married to Iranian men and had chosen to stay in the country.
And that is the strength of Honeymoon in Purdah, in which portraits of a cross-section of the Iranian population bring the country to life. Iran is opening up to the world but the book’s portrayal of its resourceful, curious and hospitable people still holds true.
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Review - A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian in Pakistan
by Farzana Versey
This book about travelling in Pakistan is particularly interesting because the author is an Indian Muslim woman, whose various identities affect the way she perceives and is perceived by Pakistani people. Farzana Versey travelled several times to the country between 2001 and 2007, and A Journey Interrupted is a series of vignettes from her trips.
A bit of history is needed to understand the impact Pakistan has on Versey. In 1947 the Indian subcontinent was split into India and Pakistan. Pakistan became a state for Muslims and in history's greatest migration, some 14 million Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs moved from one side of the border to the other. The migration was extremely violent, with massacres on both sides and an estimated half a million people killed in a religious genocide.
Many of the scars still run deep, which partly explains the ongoing tensions between the two countries. The years have improved things somewhat but an Indian travelling in Pakistan can still provoke strong reactions.
The book begins with one of Versey’s trips being cut short: she is deported because her visa runs out. She applies for an extension but is told that she is “from the wrong country”. The retired army general she speaks to says: “We gave you an opportunity [as Muslims] in 1947. … Your family should have come then.”
Versey’s family, like mine, chose to stay in India and lived too far south to be directly affected by the partition. As far as we were concerned, India was home. But for some people this remains unimaginable—one woman asks her how it feels to not live in your own country.
Versey travels alone. Pakistan is in many ways more conservative than India. One of her guides, a man, is embarrassed to be seen with her. When they go out for a walk, he complains she walks too confidently and displays too much curiosity.
But people also open up to her. She meets writers, musicians, poets, chaiwallahs (tea-sellers) and prostitutes. Versey breaks through stereotypes to reveal a complex nation where the “personal becomes the political”.
She talks to journalists. Contrary to the popular perception of Pakistan, there exists a critical and fairly vocal press, which finds ways around the occasional attempts by the government to silence it. She learns about the gay community from a gay woman, a courageous member of a (still illegal) minority in a country that stigmatises homosexuality.
Versey gave me an insight into a country that neighbours mine and to which I have never been. It is a highly personal book but because it takes place over several trips, it may come across as a bit disjointed, with writing that is occasionally a tad clunky. But I recommend it for a nuanced portrait of a nation.
This book is too expensive on Amazon, but you can order it from India through Abe Books.
Review - The Kama Sutra Diaries: Intimate Journeys through Modern India
by Sally Howard
This is a travel book with a difference. Sally Howard takes us on a journey through the sexual mores of India, with all the contradictions. The civilization that gave us the Kama Sutra and the Khajuraho carvings has become a conservative society with double standards. But India has always been a country of paradoxes—a place that has space for wildly differing attitudes and peoples.
Each chapter starts with a quote from the Kama Sutra, which links the past and the present throughout the book. Howard starts with a visit to the Khajuraho temples—built between 950 and 1150—with carvings of seemingly impossible sexual positions. For years, the temples were known just to the locals (the British arrived in the 19th century). Can you imagine Victorian British men stumbling across these erotic carvings in the middle of an Indian forest?
Howard travels through India with Dimple, a 32-year-old BIG (Bad Indian Girl), who walked out on an unhappy arranged marriage and is now a single mother. (A Good Indian Girl, or GIG, is expected to stay in her marriage, no matter how unhappy or abusive.)
This is a book of surprising encounters. In Gujurat, an openly gay maharaja has started a retirement home for gay and transgender people, including hijras (now recognized as a third gender, with rights) or eunuchs. In Shillong in the northeast, Howard and Dimple talk to a man from the Khasi tribe, a strongly matriarchal society in which women make the major decisions. Not surprisingly, the men are feeling marginalized, a feeling which is familiar to a lot of women, and not just in India!
As an Indian who has been out of the country for a long time, I found this book an eye-opener. Some of these things I did know about, but others were a complete surprise. I found the change in attitudes gave me reason for optimism, in spite of the backlash. Women are starting to fight back and stand up for their rights, as is the gay community. There are anti-“Eve-teasing” (a euphemism for sexual harrassment and groping) flash mobs on the Delhi metro. Not to mention the country-wide demonstrations after the horrific rape in Delhi in 2012. It will take a long time for attitudes to undergo a significant shift but the cracks are showing.
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Review - Around India in 80 Trains
by Monisha Rajesh
Looking out of her window on a foggy London day, Monisha Rajesh feels she needs a change. So begins her journey to India. Rajesh’s family had moved back to India from Sheffield in the early 1990s for a traumatic two years. She feels that she and India had “parted on bad terms” and decides, 20 years later, to give the country another chance. In a nod to Jules Verne (Around the World in 80 Days), she will take 80 trains.
Being Indian, and having travelled on trains a lot when I lived there, this book is particularly close to my heart. With the horror stories about women travelling alone in India, Rajesh’s solo train experience was the same as mine 30 years ago. Like her, I was in a compartment with five men, and instead of being harrassed, I was looked after. One of the men even insisted on buying me breakfast. (“You must eat.”)
Rajesh’s descriptions of India and Indians also struck a chord. Indians have no problem asking complete strangers personal questions: “with the proficiency of a pickpocket they extract details ranging from your salary and star sign, to your brand of mobile phone and any unusual birthmarks”. Rajesh makes it all come alive: the man selling coffee and tea on the train calling out his wares, “carfee, carfee, chai-carfeeee”; a red sari among tall grass, “like a single tulip in a field of green”, a fruit seller squatting by his basket, counting out a wad of money. I’ve decided that it’s time I took an Indian train again.
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