April 23, 24, 25: The Taj Mahal
Our overland journey to the site of the renowned Taj Mahal began with a 3:15am wake up call as The Voyager docked in Cochin. A day-long series of bus and plane rides brought us to the plush ITC Mughal hotel in Agra close to the Taj. Another early morning wake up call on Sunday summoned us to gather for the long awaited visit to the iconic monument at sunrise. We were not disappointed! The spectacular Taj Mahal has been described as "...perhaps the world's greatest monument to love, certainly for a mausoleum." What better way to celebrate our 50th anniversary!
Upon leaving the Taj around 8:15am, we had an opportunity to attend a Hindi Catholic mass in Agra. This proved to be another unexpected memorable experience. Meeting Sister Ruth was an added bonus!
However, the down side to all of this was witnessing the poverty that exists in the shadow of these beautiful attractions. We were delivered from place to place in comfortable air-conditioned coaches with big windows allowing full unedited views of the sights, sounds and sometimes the smells around us. These experiences have led to interesting discussions with fellow travelers who hail from all over the world. Our local guides on these excursions have been very personable and informative and Regent's guest professor/lecturer has prepared us with great history lessons about what we are seeing. So, after another wake up call at zero-dark-hundred on Monday morning, we were off on another long bus ride (3.5 hours) through northern India's many miles of agricultural land arriving in New Dehli just in time for Monday morning rush hour traffic that rivals the biggest traffic snarls anywhere in the world! We made it to the Dehli airport in time for Dick to get his pre-flight cup of Starbucks coffee before our three hour flight to rejoin the ship in Goa. What a journey!!
April 26: Mumbai (Bombay)
With a population of approximately 21 million, Mumbai is one of the most densely populated cities in the world. And we had only eight hours to explore this crazy Indian city teeming with people, traffic and a mix of old and new buildings. Our first stop was at the huge Crawford Market with its mountains of fresh fruit, vegetables and spices plus a wide variety of other items for sale. Instead of a shopping cart, you hire a man balancing a large flat basket on his head into which he places the items you select and then he delivers the goods to your car or whatever vehicle brought you to the market. My small bags of cinnamon, chai tea and masala did not warrant the services of a basket carrier.
Back on the bus we saw throngs of people heading to and from the massive Victoria Terminus. Our guide described the history of this bustling railway station, a UNESCO World Heritage Site which is considered "the finest example of Victorian Gothic architecture in India."
Then on to one of the highlights of this visit for me--an opportunity to meet the "dabbawallahs" of Bombay. Each morning around four thousand dabbawallahs call on suburban housewives who pack lunches in small circular tins called dabbas. Typically each dabbawallah collects 30-40 lunch bags, ranges them out on long poles, bicycle handlebars or decorated handcarts and delivers them to the nearest railway station. Here he hands them over to a fellow dabbawallah who transports them into the city for delivery to the consumer. (This is the point where we met the deliverers.) After lunch the empty containers are returned home via the same reliable and efficient system. The dabbawallahs pride themselves on never losing a lunchbox. This unique system of lunch box delivery has been described as "a symbol of this enigmatic and intriguing city...extremely investigated from Harvard Business School to French television and documentaries." One of my favorite movies, The Lunchbox, depicts this whole process...with a twist!
Of course there was a lot more to see in Mumbai and we spent the remainder of the day taking in more colorful sights and sounds of this multi-faceted city before returning to the ship in time for a 6:30pm departure from India into the Arabian Sea under the setting sun.
April 27 & 28: at sea
These are two very welcome days sailing across the Arabian Sea and trying to rest and recuperate from our Indian experiences and adventures in dining. Oh my! In spite of what we thought were judicious choices of only cooked foods and canned sodas, etc. our stomaches are grateful for those little pink pills and lighter fare on the ship. We will survive!






