Uttar Pradesh is the northern Indian state in which Agra, home of the Taj Mahal, is located. But we won’t revisit that in today’s blog.
Instead, the other memories of this region, for me, revolve around the street vendors (see tomorrow’s post), the brickworks that dotted the landscape, the tuk tuks that appeared in any town of reasonable size, and the saris.
There were colourful temples that decorated the highways, and wedding venues that appeared wherever a space was available.
Every image was a contrast with my daily life in Australia.
A smorgasbord for each of the senses was here: the feel of fine cloth and the blends of the carpets; the tastes of the curries and the beer; the sounds of the Adhan, the motorcycles and the vendors; the colours that pleased and images that assaulted; and, the fragrances and odours that demarcated our movement from one part of town to another.
At one level, it makes me regret the blandness of my usual existence.
On another, it prompts me to rediscover what visitors might experience when they come to where I live: the feel of warm sand against bare feet; the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves; the flavours of food and wine that I take for granted; and the sights – eagles soaring, whales breaching, golden sand, red and yellow lifesaver flags, and the brilliant green of the hinterland.
The point of travel is to learn about other places. It also helps us to appreciate the freedom and familiarity of what we have at home.
Uttar Pradesh state
stretches to Himalayas:
taste, touch, hear, smell, see.