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Going Dutch

Rotterdam Central

Neither Venice of the north nor Petersburg’s poor cousin, Amsterdam exists in its own right. For a traveler to restrict himself to this city alone would however be a mistake. For Netherland is much more.

Four to five days being enough I moved south making Rotterdam the base to further explore the country. Also because it was economical.

Barely 40 minutes from Amsterdam, Rotterdam’s a 15 – 30 minute ride into the little towns in its vicinity: Utrecht, Gouda, Delft, The Hague. And just an hour away from Brussels.

A vibrant university town that has striking architecture, the aesthetics of the place will bowl you. Completely destroyed during WW2 it has risen phoenix like from its ashes. Beautiful, modern, avant garde. Great art, architecture, infrastructure – the hallmarks of a great city – along with international cuisine & large, green, open spaces to roam & chill. Rotterdam came as such a surprise that planned trips to Haarlem, Zaanse Schans – Zaandam were left on the back burner. For another day & time, luck permitting.

Here’s a tribute to it’s spirit.

Swan like across the Maas, the iconic Erasmus bridge.
Architect Piet Blom’s cube houses. Every cube an apartment
Art for art’s sake
Artist’s corner
Past Present Future. The sculpture says it all: the future can only be built on a remembered past

Witte Huis. Historical landmark (1890’s). One of Europe’s first tall buildings that survived the war.

Oude Haven. Old harbour Rotterdam

Easily reachable via a vast & efficient rail network little towns dotting the Dutch countryside spell magic, quiet & charm.

Say Cheese to Gouda, the most authentic of Dutch cities. To its beautiful facades, canals, courtyards and antique shops.

Thursday’s market day at the historical Cheese market, in existence since 1395. Savour different varieties of a delicacy that is soul food. From Chilli to Fenugreek to Nettles. Name it. Have your fill. Every flavour conceivable. (Impossible though it be to imagine Nettle infused cheese)

Wandering around this exquisite town under a mild September sun was heaven. Past the well preserved Town Square, City Hall, two lovely old windmills – Slot Mill & De Roode Leeuw – along the old harbour and not to be missed Cheese Museum

Gouda train station
Tailor shop showcasing ‘The Prince of Wales’ Ostrich feathers.
Town Hall
Choose your Cheese

Most picturesque of towns, Utrecht oozed atmosphere. A mere 20 minutes by train, the station’s a short walk to the city centre. Surrounded by a moat, 2 canals run through it. The pleasure of walking down streets spilling over with holiday makers. Of wafting down canals in the company of swans. Or guzzling beer at the many cafés lining the waterfront. A perfect example of ‘il dolce far niente’ (sweetness in doing nothing but watch the world go by).

After a surfeit of food & drink a little exercise will do. Walk up the 465 steps to the top of Dom tower to be rewarded by the most splendid of views. The belfry is said to be the tallest in the Netherlands. Tickets must be bought but heck, it’s worth it.

Keep Saturdays for Bloemenmarkt – the floating flower market. Just in case you are around.

Canal Cafés

Canal ringed Delft’s another charming town. Famous world over for Delftware – delicate, hand painted, blue & white pottery. Not only do ‘made in China’ fakes unfairly compete but sell for a song.

Delft too has atmosphere aplenty. Walking its lanes on a bright September day one felt a distinct chill in the air. Not autumn just yet but leaves were beginning to turn brown giving everything a sublime, unearthly look.

Den Haag /The Hague. Netherlands capital is located on the North Sea. Eleven kilometres of beach blessed coastline. Seat of parliament & International Court of Justice, Foreign Missions are headquartered here.

But what would you say if I told you that I visited The Hague yet saw nothing of it?

Here’s how it played out. Arrival by train, exit train station. To walk along a boulevard. Stopping for a bowl of hot Lentil soup, cheese – bread. Then strolling aimlessly along, chancing upon a park with a church. There were children playing, chasing kittens in the sun. And mothers wheeling their young. I settled upon a bench & fell easily asleep. Deep & peaceful – unmindful of the commotion around.

Catnapping in the afternoon sun. Waking up with a start in time to catch the train back to Rotterdam.

I did make it to Zaanse Schans in the end. With a ‘lil bit of luck. A ‘lil bit of luck’s all one ever needs. And pluck. The duo – luck & pluck.

I had overstayed Rotterdam quite certain it meant foregoing Zaandam. Until Lady Luck stepped in with a plan allowing time to spend half a day at will.

Flying back home I had 12 hours between hotel check out & flight check in. Ample time for that desired trip to Zaanse Schans. Time enough for a leisurely stroll through town, window shop, drink & eat at the cafés that abound. Lingering by the quiet flowing Zaan, taking in typical Dutch landscape. Old architecture – elegant green, wood houses sharing space with windmills, their giant arms slicing through the air.

An unforgettable last day of vacation.

Amsterdam’s Schiphol is one of the busiest airports in the world. Excellent rail connectivity links it to Zaanse Schans with frequent to & fro services covering the distance in less than 30 minutes.

Also, Schiphol has a 24×7 baggage deposit facility. Located in the basement between Arrivals 1 & 2. Costs € 7.60

Which is what I availed, making the most of a splendid opportunity. For ZS (Zaandam) is a must see. Definitely NOT the kind of place one should miss.

Old, green, wood houses along the Zaan

Zaanse Schams: An overview
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Hampi

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Hampi Karnataka India

Feb 7 – 9 2012

Hampi is a small village on the southern banks of the mighty Tungabhadra.  It is today a world heritage site, the ruins spread across 26 sq kms of what was once the glorious Vijayanagar empire (AD 1343 – 1565) It can be easily reached from Bangalore and Goa as both cities are roughly equidistant from it. Hospet, the nearest railhead is 11 kms away. There is a night train from Bangalore, the 16592 ‘Hampi Express’ that departs at 10 pm arriving at Hospet at 07.40 am. From here one could take a taxi, bus or auto.

Most visitors prefer to stay at the several hotels & lodges in Hospet for Hampi is a mere 11 kms away. They can have a quick ‘dekho’ over the weekend. ‘Been there done that’ kind of thing & slip away.  For their own selfish gains the Fat Cats have conspired with the establishment to promote it as a base for Hampi. But Hospet is definitely not for me. It is a dusty, brick & mortar town that is dull, boring, staid & characterless. Imagine the poetic beauty of Hampi juxtaposed with the ugliness of a modern Indian town. I much prefer the gentle folk of the charming countryside that the local mafia is desperately trying to browbeat into submission. In order to get the tourists to stay at their commercial properties in Hospet they are inventing all kinds of rules  & regulations to declare the village homesteads irregular & illegal.

Across the river is village Virupapar Gadde where I am going to stay. I want to go across in a Coracle, the tiny 2 seater basket that the villagers use but dare not because I cannot swim. I take the motor ferry instead. A noisy polluting affair.  It takes 2 minutes to go across. The charges being Rs 20 – Rs 15/ with – without luggage. The ferry plies everyday from 7am – 6pm & it is always tipping because it is overloaded.

Hey I CANNOT SWIM ” But who’s’ listening. This is India.

Note: Please carry minimum baggage. I had a small rucksack only. Also the short walk from the ghats to the boat is through mud & slush. I wore 2 plastic shower caps over my shoes rinsing them with a bottle of Bisleri on reaching the opposite bank.

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I am booked at the  ‘Shanthi Guest House’ (SGH), which is a 10 – 15 minute walk from the river point. No extra baggage remember. You have to lug it by yourself all the way. There are farms & homesteads a plenty but this village prospers & thrives on tourism. A single unpaved road runs through it  – an entire village of a few hundred families only.  It is clean, easy, uncomplicated & you never have to haggle for anything. Hope it remains unchanged, like this forever. The locals are a simple homely lot. They own the guesthouses, shops & eateries while the workers are from Nepal & Himachal mostly. The majority however are visitors from all corners of the globe. International flotsam & jetsam. No wonder cuisine from almost everywhere is readily available. That single nameless street has it all. Even the ubiquitous German bakery. Not to mention the reflexology parlor where I had a superb foot massage.

And the Israelis are everywhere. Flying their flags & occupying territories. Much like the Russians in Goa.

I have to say that the Karnataka countryside is extremely beautiful. It is lush & green with fields of paddy, sugarcane, banana & coconut palm. It is also a moonscape of giant rocks & boulders with the river meandering by. The rocks are everywhere & in all shapes & sizes. A bewildering variety that gives Hampi & its environs a unique colour.

My accommodation at SGH is a thatched cottage in the midst of a small private garden. It is very basic & consists of a verandah that has a swing bed, the main room that is neat & functional & an attached toilet. All this at Rs 800 a night. (You could have a river view room for Rs 1500 instead.)  The property has several cottages, all interlinked by stone pathways. Beyond lies the green of the fields, plantations & groves & further beyond the river. The whole area is largely unfenced giving one a sense of unfettered freedom & joy.

 Loved the mosquito net hung low over the bed. Can’t remember when I had last used one.

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Food at the SGH restaurant is just about okay but there is ‘Gouthami’ next door  & it has excellent fare. I thought their pizza  & south Indian thali really good. After a full day of sightseeing from monuments to ruins to museum this is the place to stretch out & relax. There are candle lit low tables, floor cushions, throws  & mattresses. There is music, laughter & chatter as people exchange notes over tall glasses of beer & platters of food. There is Internet, Skype & Wi-Fi facilities & late night movies if you wish to watch. – ‘The Great Gatsby’ was playing one evening. The atmosphere relaxed & chill after a hectic day at the archaeological sites. Also one can’t help but notice that the crowd here is not the usual ragamuffin sort. These are serious young travellers who have come to a world heritage site  & who treat it with the awe & respect that it deserves.

The village has power cuts from 11am – 3pm daily. Luckily SGH has power backup. But network connection is poor so I walk down to the riverbed past the fields of paddy  & coconut palm. And the phone instantly springs to life. Down by the river the sun is beginning to set. A bright orange orb that is reflected in the ripple of the waters of the Tungabhadra. It is also a moment of quiet reflection & peace. Away from it all. Not a soul around except for the Gopurams of Virupaksha standing tall & beckoning from a distance

The ruins of Hampi can broadly be divided into the royal & the sacred. You could see it in a day or over several days & you could do it in many ways – by car, by auto, on foot, motorcycle or bicycle. Bikes are available on hire & it is great fun riding across a lush green countryside spattered with monuments & ruins of a bygone era. I once cycled 5 kms away to Anegondi village & as luck would have it met an old gentleman who was a direct descendant of Krishnadeva Raya under whom the Vijayanagar Empire reached its zenith.  Anegondi too is full of beautiful ruins. And the drive up is lovely. There are some temples & the Kishkindha resort. So named because Hampi & its surroundings are believed to be the Kishkindha of the Ramayana On the way to Anegondi lies the old Tungabhadra stone bridge which is no longer in use as the river has changed course several times & moved further away over the years. The bridge is also a protected heritage site. Peter an Austrian has chosen to live here. He has an organic farm  – ‘Peters’ Land ‘ -thereabouts.

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Most hotels here shut down after March when the tourist traffic declines because of the summer heat.

But the ruins? The ruins are what brought me here in the first place. The temples _  Virupaksha & Vithala, the grand Hampi bazaar, the Ramayana in stone, the Guard Quarters & Elephant Stables, the ruins of the ancient fortifications & much much more. One gets a breathtaking view of the magnificence of these  sites, from atop Matunga Hill. Twenty six  sq kms of glory to behold in its entirety. And while each & every monument is spectacular & bewitching my personal favorite is the Queens Bath. See it yourself to understand why.