Shooting in Palm Meadows, Driving Licence & Christmas Parties

Shooting in Palm Meadows.

Monday morning, Mala arrived and as she made a cup of tea she proclaimed that there were lots of of people in Palm Meadows at the entrance because of the shooting.
Alarmed, I asked her," what shooting?"
"A man, two, three man" she said.
"Are the police there?" I said
"I don't know," she said.

Arjun arrived so I questioned him too, similar answer. He reckoned he seen an armoured vehicle- the police?

I had to go to the Driving Licence office so we set off but there was nothing at the entrance , no sign of any drama.
I had a long journey to the office and while in the car I looked on the local app group to see the gossip.
Yes, there had been a shooting- for a commercial for cars !

The armoured car had turned up (to put money in the ATM)

Talk about lost in translation.

Driving Licence Office

Andrew needed his licence renewing and I needed to get one sorted, ready for when I 'hit the road' for the big boy traffic outside of Palm Meadows.

So Saturday morning we set off to go to the bank first and then this RTO office. The bank was quite swift and efficient providing you have all the correct forms done which Andrew had managed to do.

On the journey to the licence office the Broker rang to ask if we had an electricity bill? Not having one as we were already on our way, and the broker having said that we had submitted the correct forms, we set about deciding how we could get one from home. Mala has an old phone so she can't really help with scanning or WhatsApping. Perhaps she could get a bill, take it next door and then get Sheetal to send it to us as a photo.

Then the broker rang again, the appointment was now at 12:30, we were just pulling into the centre so had at least half an hour to find a place for coffee.
Meanwhile by pure chance, Arjun has found an old electricity bill folded inside the glove box in the car so there was one less crisis to sort.

We returned at 12:30 to be faced with absolute chaos. It felt like we were in the stock exchange with people buying and selling shares running around with phones to their ears. It is the first time that I have seen anybody move quickly here.

It appears what they are doing is this - the brokers are arranging deals with the people who stamp the licences. So Andrew goes in first and the chap refuses to stamp it, Andrew's previous application was at another office and someone needed to bike there (courier) to fetch the original paperwork or there's no renewal. After a while, miraculously, the licence is renewed (?) and its because the broker has 'convinced' the officer to get it sorted!
Now all of this has to occur before 1:30p.m. because that's when they go to lunch, so the stamping people hold out until the last minute and the poor brokers are frantic trying to convince the officials.

Andrew has his licence approved, yippee!

It is 1:20pm , time is getting close to the lunchtime deadline.
Now my turn. But it appears that the lady dealing with mine has gone to a funeral and locked away all my documents, so I will have to return on Monday!

Cut to Monday - I set off with Arjun again on my own with another set of documents. The chaos is even worse this time! The appointment was at 12 so technically we had longer to achieve our goal. Within about 15 minutes of arriving,  I was actually running behind the broker and his assistant and the assistant's assistant and Arjun was running behind me (so five of us in a line) to get to the correct office. There was a long queue and the broker guided me to the front, I tried not to look at the other people waiting patiently in line. The stern stamping man ushered me in, then changed his mind and told me to go out, which I did. Arjun and the three blokes stood their ground at the entrance and waved me back. The stamping man relented and all my documents were stamped!

Then we all set off running again, now we had to hand in the document to a different counter and then we had to run to another office to get my photo taken. As I came out the broker gave a sigh of relief, no one had asked for extra 'convincing' and all the documents were signed and all before 1:30pm.

What a performance!

Arjun's comment as we went back to the car " at least you didn't need to take a test!"

I could have been there a week!

The Road Sweeper

On Friday after school, we had an ice cream at the shop. There, you can sit and watch the traffic going by. We saw the new mini road sweeper. Usually there is a team of ladies that sweep the roads with twigs tied together. The twig brooms are short and they have to bend quite low (they could make the broom longer but they've not thought of this). Well, the ladies were not there but the sweeper was.

It turned up the road and came to the first speed bump. It stopped as it couldn't get over it. Then two men on a motor bike appeared with a small metal ramp which they put on the ground in front of the sweeper. It then went up the ramp, the men retrieved the ramp and put it the other side so that the sweeper could complete its journey.

 We watched with amusement, eating our ice creams. Two more men appeared and walked next to the sweeper. Meanwhile, we finished our ice creams, got on our bikes and set off home. The road sweeper had only just managed to get to the next speed bump where the men proceeded to go through the sequence again.

My children are not the best at organisation and sequencing but even they could see that this activity was time consuming and not efficient and the ride home was spent coming up with a better cunning plan.

We noticed that the ladies are back (with their short brooms)

The ramp is at the base of the speed bump.

Milo thinks they need 10 out of 10 for trying  the sweeper though.

Christmas Party

In India there are many different faiths so there is always a festival going on with lots of lights and fireworks (and days off). Christmas is coming but its not like in the UK.
There are some malls with a Christmas tree and decorations but on the whole, it is not as commercialised. No adverts on the TV, nothing to drive the kids mad.... It's quite strange but handy at the same time because the boys are not pestering about what they would like for Christmas (and then changing their minds with the adverts). In the next few weeks there will be more parties and activities.
We've already had one 'grown up' party.

Christmas activities for children are starting next week so it will be interesting as this time last year we were only just arrived and in the hotel so we were a bit too dazed at our move to India to notice or join in with anything.  It should be interesting.

Halloween, Goa , Mala is mad

Halloween

Having lived in a small village, we have managed to miss Halloween every year. Here in Palm Meadows, there are a lot of Americans so Halloween is big. All the houses who wanted to give out sweets were decorated and they looked lovely. The children and adults all met up outside of the clubhouse at 5:15p.m. to admire all the costumes. Then at 5:30 p.m. we were off, wacky races- children style, knocking on doors and requesting sweets!
I was on my bike supervising 4 nine year old boys who literally ran round the estate for 2 and a half hours! It was manic ! They were running across the roads, shouting at the tops of their voices and scoffing as many sweets as they could. Their goody bags got so heavy that they took it in turns to rest their weary arms by sharing my bike basket. At one point, I had one bag in my basket and one in either hand with my hands on the handle bars but I wobbled with the weight and fell off my bike onto the grass verge. A very kind couple stopped their car to help me up and check on me, Milo was traumatised as he thought I was badly injured although one of his friends was more concerned about whether the sweets were safe!
Max went off with his friends on his own but we did see  him occasionally as we ran round the roads.
It was good fun and they were puffed out but luckily the next day was the start of the half term holiday so going to bed late didn't really matter.


Goa

We are not quite sure how we managed to book another holiday so close to the other one in Kerala ( obviously we only look at one page on the calendar at a time!) but we were off again to Goa. We went to the capital Panjim this time. We got up at 3:00 am and were in the car by 4, ready for the plane at 6.  When we got there after a 40 minute flight, there were no extra guards to meet us this time.

Front row seats.

 We were in the hotel by 10 am, our room looking onto the sea.
This was the Marriott hotel and it was big and busy and provided lots of entertainment, especially people and dolphin watching.
There was an infinity pool that overlooked the sea and we could see dolphins and fish jumping out of the water. It was fascinating.

The pool and sea beyond.

The beach area in front of our room.

Milo enjoyed the crafts in the kids club

The room attendants made different things with the towels each day.

The free- ish wine from 5-7 pm

The entrance of the hotel

Just in front of our room was where the boat trips set off. There were streams of Indian families piling onto the boats. As soon as everyone was on the boat, loud disco music would be played and the people on board would start dancing. Then, as they approached the area for the dolphins, the music would go off, they would watch the dolphins and then, as they set off again, the music would start and you could see everyone dancing as they came back. Andrew was giving the boats safety ratings as some did not look that sea worthy, but this activity kept us occupied for quite a while and it was very amusing. It was lovely to see how happy Indian people are when music is switched on.

It was very hot and humid (34 feels like 38 it said on the weather report) and, in fact, we had to retreat in doors in the afternoon to stop the 3 white boys from burning ( but we could watch the boats from our French doors)

We had a courtesy car from the hotel and visited Old Goa which had very ornate catholic churches. The Portuguese had a big influence in this area transporting spices all over the world from the 1600's and a lot of buildings remain in the Portuguese style in Panjim.

After walking round the churches ( it was so hot and humid!) we went on to a spice plantation. We were greeted with lemon grass and ginger tea ( the boys were horrified!) and then we walked around with our own guide who was very interesting. He picked leaves and spices for us to smell and touch and explained how each one grew. This may sound a little boring but it wasn't at all. We realised that we didn't know how most spices grew. We saw pepper, vanilla pods, lemon grass, cloves, coffee, cocoa , the list goes on for ever. At the end of the tour, to relax your muscles, they pour water

that has citronella and lavender oils added to it, down your spine. It was quite wet, as you can imagine, but nice at the same time. Local ladies danced and sang songs as we entered a covered food area where there was lunch. We all tried the curries which weren't too spicy. We also bought quite a few packets of spices and essential oils.

Then it was back to the hotel to cool off in the pool and wait for the Diwali celebrations.

Which were rubbish!

Diwali is celebrated in Goa but not as much as Bangalore . There were a few fireworks in the distance and that was it. In Bangalore apparently it was like WW3 with firecrackers and fireworks going none stop! Well you can't have everything!

After our 4 nights and 5 day trip we returned to Bangalore.

Mala is mad.

As it was Diwali and as we were away, Arjun and Mala had the week off. Before we went, Mala had said to me that she could come in to clean. As it was the first real block of time off since she had started in January, I said it was fine for her to have the week off. She's only had a few days off here and there.
 She turned up Monday morning refreshed and ready to go. After a tour of the house, she declared she was not having another holiday as the house was dirty. She then set about cleaning like a woman possessed. All the rugs, chairs and anything that could be moved, were put outside. She then dusted and swept ( she still won't use the Dyson - I've given up !) and mopped and scrubbed.
Now to me, the house looked fine but to Mala it was a stain on her standards and she repeated several times about how she had said that she would come in and I had said no. Mala no more holidays, she kept saying.
I decided that maybe leaving her to the cleaning on her own would be better so Arjun and I went shopping. Mala gave us extra things to add to the list. So off we went to get out of her way.

An hour or so later the shopping was done, I helped with the unpacking. She had now lost the plot in her cleaning frenzy. She glared at the coconut powder said we had we had bought the wrong one. I immediately pointed my finger at Arjun to blame him! After a flurry of Tamil and lots of arm waving, Arjun was sent out again to buy the correct coconut product. I think he was pleased to get out of the way again!
Mala worked for longer than she's supposed to on Monday but she wouldn't go home until the house was up to her standards. She was beside herself that she hadn't had time to cook anything for us but I reassured her that I am able to cook meals and that we would all be fed and survive until she could make something the next day.
By Tuesday she had calmed down and was more settled as the house was now clean and she was back in her routine although the next time we go away I'll leave her to decide when she comes in!

New Factory, Wedding and Kerala

New Factory

The land has been finalised and digging has begun. To celebrate this achievement The Deputy High Commissioner was invited to the land inauguration ceremony. The company that Micronclean India is dealing with put up a fancy marquee with covered chairs etc. Simon and Andrew were pleased with their efforts as they had no idea that they were going to go to so much trouble.

I was at home that day as Milo was feeling under the weather so I didn't get to go but just as well. Every day in Bangalore it is sunny. If it rains it usually rains in the afternoon just as the school bus pulls up to drop off the children. But on the ceremony day, it decided to rain as hard as possible, all day, virtually destroying the marquee with the heavy water. They were all huddled under the umbrellas as they realised that the roof might split open! Simon, Andrew and Dominic ( the DHC) were all laughing but some of the team were not.

The design of the new factory.

 The super smart marquee

The Deputy High Commissioner ( still dry here and before Andrew had to escort him under the umbrella to his waiting official car!)

Everyone getting soaked

They are definitely not happy!

Trying to seek shelter on the edge of the marquee. Arjun was soaked too.

This could mean that they're going to get enough water to run the factory when it's built. They need to get the water tanks in now to save it all.

Luckily Andrew met with DHC - Dominic a few days later and they were both able to still laugh about the eventful land inauguration!

Wedding

One of our friends asked me to go with her to a wedding. We both did not know the bride or groom but the bride was the niece of Petra's maid.  As it was short notice, we both didn't have an Indian sari ( the next shopping trip) but had suitable outfits.

We set off not knowing what to expect. It was a wonderful experience. We sat quietly at the back of the hall as it filled with people but we were spotted and made a fuss of. The Indian ladies were so kind and generous. They took us to see the groom who was outside in a small temple with people putting garlands on him. There was a priest in orange who was wafting things and incense around the groom. 

These ladies explained the ceremony and were so kind and generous.

The priest with his plate of "things: and the groom in the background.

The priest also kept going up to a statue of Ganesha and giving it offerings of food and milk.

After a while, the musicians, who were outside, playing drums and flutes and Indian instruments assembled and led the groom off towards the door. 

We went back inside to try and sneak to the back but, oh no, these kind people were having none of that. We ended up on the front stage taking part in the actual ceremony!

The groom entering the hall with his family

At the alter at the front there is lots of food on the floor and milk , for offerings.

The rice for throwing.

The bride and the groom have already "tied the Knot " ( he ties a silk rope around their hands to proclaim marriage) They are sat here holding a coconut together in their hands while people pour milk over their hands and rice over their heads.

We got to throw rice at the right moment ( when they are declared formally man and wife) and got to pour milk three times over their joined hands that held a coconut. We then had to sprinkle  a handful of rice over their heads. ( They looked quite messy by the end of the ceremony.)

It was an arranged marriage but with a slight twist as they had known each other for ten years and they couldn't take their eyes off each other so it was a definite love match.

During the  ceremony people went off to eat a meal. It was strange because it was like you just went to have the food. People went at different times when they felt like it. The food was eaten from a banana leaf and it was really mild. I was so pleased because I could manage to eat it and not offend anyone by saying it was too spicy. But I really enjoyed the food.

 The other strange thing about Indian weddings to us is the fact that it is so noisy. People talking, children running around and  the musicians were playing the whole time. ( lovely music though)

It was so kind of the family to ask us and they were so considerate explaining everything. we also got introduced to both sides of the family. At the end we got a gift in a cloth bag of a coconut, a special leaf that you chew and a coloured leaf. 

This young lady is 21 and would love a European husband! She spoke good English and had just finished her degree. She was lovely.

The lady that invited us and Petra

Kerala

The boys had a few days off for the Desara festival and we looked online the week before to see if we could go anywhere for the four days. We came up with Kovalem in Kerala in the neighbouring state but further to the south of India.

We got up at 5 in the morning and were on the plane by 8:20 and then we flew to Thiruvananthapuram (no, we can't pronounce it either!) and it only took 45 minutes. 

The hotel car met us at the airport and the driver helped us with the trolley. As we were crossing the road, a security guard came to help.

 "That's kind", I thought," airport security don't normally help." 

But then he got in the car with us!

The driver explained that the guard had been sent by the hotel to protect us because there was violence in Kerala due to protests about women being allowed into a temple. 

We were slightly unnerved but there was no traffic and no problem and we went on a normal wacky races journey.

 It only took 30 minutes and we were there, in a beautiful hotel next to the sea. ( all by 10:30 in the morning)

Our room had a sea view and a view of the hotel's lake next to the sea.

As we hadn't had breakfast, we had some food by the pool looking at the sea in the distance.

Then, the boys were so excited because one of the chaps took us on a VIP golf buggy around the grounds of the hotel, right next to the sea on their private road. 

Andrew and I thought about how wonderful it was going to be to walk in the greenery for a change. 

No such luck ! M and M insisted on the golf buggy every time, sitting on the back seat facing backwards, laughing their heads off!

We managed to venture off to a local 'backwater' river trip that was interesting and allowed us to spot lots of local bird life including Brahman kites, herons, egrets, kingfisher and cormorants.

Weekend away and Cobra Drama!

Weekend away 

We know that there is beautiful countryside outside Bangalore and so decided to go and visit it. There were 3 families of 4 split between two cars So 6 adults and 6 children.
The first hour of the journey was spent getting out of Bangalore and the second was admiring the very green scenery. We passed through a village where they produce silk, starting from the silk worms themselves. and we could see the frames that held the cocoons and ladies unravelling the silk.
As we approached the village where we were stopping for the night, Andrew reminded Arjun that the last two kilometres would be bumpy. It was a single track more suited to tractors and not cars. Arjun was very worried about the car and was silent as he negotiated the uneven road. It was so bad that when we got there the other car had a slow puncture. Arjun declared that if we came here again he would drop us off and suggest the tractor come and fetch us.

We checked into the little cottage which was clean and tidy. There was a sunken area in the middle of the room with a hole in the ceiling so that if it rained it would fall into the room. We had an unusual shower room (no hot water) and an area outside to sit and admire the hilly view. Max and Milo had two mattresses on the floor, just like the local Indian people.

view from the top of the water tower

The complex was spaciously laid out with lots of outdoor sports ( mud volley ball , baseball, swimming pool , children's playground) and indoor games such as pool and table tennis.

We went on a tractor ride (very bumpy), cut the grass with a scythe and fed the cows. The food was Indian but very good- they did non spicy for the children. There was a campfire in the evening and the French people there treated us to some French songs.

local people carry the grass on their heads to the cattle.

After a good nights sleep (no TV and no internet, Max was gutted!) we got up to join a guided walk by 6:30. Just as well it was early as it got really hot. The walk was 2 hours long and basically uphill for one hour and then downhill for one hour. It was beautiful from the top. Max moaned all the way but was pleased when he could get a signal on his phone.

Early morning walk

Andrew found a snake skin and the guide showed us some scraped areas where a bear had recently been.

On our evening walk

We decided to leave late Sunday morning after a swim and breakfast so that we could get back to Bangalore and have lunch on the way. As we were leaving, we noticed the guard on the gate had a huge stick. He informed us that it was for the snakes, especially the cobras, which was rather a bad omen and leads me to the next Cole drama!

Cobra!

An indian cobra

On Monday tea time, I was going to the kitchen, when through the dining room french doors, I could see a huge snake stretched out along the ground- about 1.5 to 2 m long. Not being too fond of snakes, I started to scream "Snake! snake!"

 As the boys didn't know where it was, they jumped onto the window seat in the front room! (quite sensible really) 

My screaming had scared the snake away but I walked through to the washroom behind the kitchen and there I could see it through the door mesh. It slowly slid under the paving slab next to the door. By chance, Andrew had arrived home and he and Arjun came to look. We focused on the slab and a little frog hopped out. No-one believed me!

Arjun took me and the boys to the dentist and Andrew stopped and watched the slab. 

When we got back, the snake had popped up from the slab and put its chest-hood up to Andrew in defence mode. Milo was convinced that we were all going to die and promptly demanded that he be taken to his friends house out of the way. Max ran off too. 

We needed a plan of action.

Andrew called three different snake catchers but they were elsewhere catching snakes. So Arjun, our gardener and another man who, appeared from nowhere, set about flushing out the snake. Apparently, Arjun wasn't convinced that it was a dangerous snake, but when it appeared and reared up, he declared it to be a cobra! 

After much commotion, yelling, several sessions of the men running away down the passageway, the snake was held down by the broom (Arjun) and put into a bag then a bucket with a lid. Andrew was helping by shining a tiny torch ( we don't have a big one) and yelling be careful. I stayed inside shrieking when they yelled. 

The three of them took the bucket to the local lake and released the snake. It is illegal to kill snakes and in the Hindu religion they believe in praying to the snake, so it had to be saved.

On their return, the three of them were laughing at their near miss at being bitten. Andrew, who is as cool as a cucumber and never panics, said that his heart was pounding when the snake escaped from the broom at one point. He gave them some beer money for helping.

We have since had all the holes in the garden filled with soil and an awful smelly powder has been put down that it supposed to ward off any snakes. The boys have been banned from playing in the garden.

Fingers crossed it does the job!