April 30, 2011

Jenga Jac

Self Packing Tabbies

 

Larrie's final Sunday bicycle journey in Bangalore: Ride report and Socrates hour recap

As recapped by: Rajesh  (posted by Allison)
Date: Sun, Apr 3, 2011 at 11:00 PM

Today's ride and discussion was so good that it is worth two reports. I assume you read Larrie's report sent earlier today.

So here are more details and clarifications and photos on both the ride the first Socrates hour (which finds its way into the entire narrative)

11 of us -- Arun, Larrie, Madan, Rajesh, Rubi, Samik, Sanjay, Siva, Srini, Sunil, Vallari  -- went for the ride this morning. The sole woman called it 10 boys who like wet muddy conditions and one girl who does not. We left at 6.15 am and returned at 10.10 am completing 31km for those who are numerically inclined.

As was commented we started out a bit late, though it had nothing to do with cricket. It is important to note that this is the 'slow movement' group. So we accept delays and wait for folks to catch up or wash off mud off their bikes. The folks in this group want to get exercise and fresh air but while enjoying the journey. The goal and speed and improvement are unimportant compared to the process and connections and observation. Not to say we don't have serious bikers and speeders.

The first part had many muddy areas and one long moment through a field of mist like watered milk (thank you Norah Burke).

Anyway, the photos show the interesting innovations in fixing and riding that accompany a bolt breaking.

Important observations when a 'calamity' happens. All got together and literally shoestrung the seat to the post. And before Sunil could figure out how to balance his rear on a moving seat mounted loosely on a steel post, Samik jumped onto his bike and rode for a bit. Siva tried to see how long he could bike standing up and be next in line. Sunil chose the option of inviting a couple of relatives to visit "The Katiyar Temple" (till this morning called the "River Temple") and get a ride home.

The big change was to include a 'Socrates Hour' where we sat around eating chevda and chikki (which is why the Shah's were late). The topic was broad "the importance of breakfast biking in Bharat - why were we doing it?" and the discussion ranged from the flippant ("to be aware of the connection between our lifestyle and the environment in which we bike" "how long can we bike before it is all 'developed'?") to the calculative ("how much exercise is need to detox?" "it was easier to keep up in this group than the fast group") to the profound ("the real India is in the villages" "we are harking for the beauty of Bangalore from years ago").

Of course, Larrie's farewell was a topic and he has already mentioned his riding for the past 2.5 years as one of the highlights of his stay in India. We need someone to take over his ride-leadership spot (Sunil's voice is ringing in my ears "don't say pole position"). Arun is expressing an interest in getting a GPS.

Speaking of Arun, a signficant amount of time was spent on honouring the Katiyar legacy (which some of us learned about today). "By accident" Arun founded this biking group. "By accident" Arun started TFN. "By accident" he finds himself at some UN agency researching footpaths and the future (and present) without them. The temple around which we sat had a bit of history. In addition to many memories, it was the gestation site for the Sunil's great endeavour. And now it will be known in this 'slow biker' community as "The Katiyar Temple".

Is it important to note that Arun and Larrie were the 2 who stood thru the entire discussion while the rest of us sat at their feet on the stones? That we observed a spider colony that loved breaking up with every burst of wind only to rebuild till the next gust? That what appears as an idyllic spot had a background noise of a loud diesel generator and not of birdsongs?

So 10 of us continued after the discussion, food, and awesome ("too homemade, not enough calories") tea that Sunil brought. We promptly had a flat and despite a goal of trying to fix it in 2 minutes, this group spent more time looking at comics on patches that Arun carries around and stopped keeping time after 15 minutes.

The rest of the ride was not as eventful but still very memorable as we had a few bursts of speed and waited till everyone gathered together again.

The 'aha' moment for me was at the Varthur dig, where the road had a 10 meter wide and 10 meter deep trench and we along with motorcyclists and pedestrians (in both directions) made a detour along a slippery narrow path. Larrie said, "This is not in Google Earth." And it hit me that we need to expand that statement to the entire ride: "This is reality, nothing virtual".

And most of us ended the ride at top speed around the lake section in temperatures warning of future discomfort, but today being completely in line with a full experience of reality. Coconut water for most of us provided another moment to chat and socialize before heading home.

Goodbye Larrie - we will deeply miss you!

2011 Thorne Awards - Bangalore Favorite Restaurant Chez Mariannick

As we prepare to leave Bangalore, I'm recognizing a few of my personal favorites:

Best Restaurant in Bangalore - Casual

Chez Mariannick
This is our favorite haunt on a Friday or Saturday night whenever we are in town for the weekend. It is a charming, small, personable French Restaurant. The French Crepes and Pizza are wonderful for dinner and are served with fresh baked bread and salad. Quiche is on the menu at lunch time.

1A, Anjanappa Building, Varthur Main Road, behind Sorbet, Siddhapura, Whitefield.

Reservations recommended. Call Mariannick Halai on 97394-06536. As of May 1, 2011 Open Fri-Sat for dinner. Open Mon-Thu for lunch with plans for expanding hours.  

Fresh French bakery delivery such as baguettes, croissant, and more.

A sign worded so the lives of the literal don't come to an abrupt halt???

Just in case you thought you could never move again.

April 27, 2011

As others see us

We should not be taken advantage of during our sleep.  Jessie follows in the footsteps of her Grandmother Bev. While on vacation in Bali, we were crossing to an island in a catamaran, and Allison dozed off doing the head bob, and Jessie took the camera, and with the twinkle of Puck in her eye, she took several pictures of Alli, which Alli has sworn will never see the light of day.  My turn came later.  Today, as I was moving stuff about in preparation of our pack out tomorrow, I noticed the drawing, and I thought is this what I look like while resting.  Given Picasso and Dali, I suppose it is in the skill of the artist to interpret  the scene, and in the eye of the beholder to interpret the art, which makes a copy of a copy, and no wonder we all look bad when resting.

April 17, 2011

Jessi starring in "My life as a tree"

Bali Bird Park, April 2011

Mom, do you STILL think I'm a slowpoke?

Never tease your kid about being slow then get on a motorized vehicle with her driving. I saw my life flash before my eyes just prior to Jessi asking me, "Mom, do you STILL think I'm a slowpoke?"

April 16, 2011

Snake fruit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salak

Time to get out the Gillette!

Larrie had been commenting for several days that I was getting a little fuzzy. I was forced to admit he was right when a Balinese monkey ran over, tried to give me a gift of a rock, and started petting my shin. Yep, I'll be shaving my legs tonight.

(BTW: Monkeys have very gentle hands.)

April 15, 2011

Fire coral -vs- Jessi

What should you do if you are windsurfing and fall into fire coral? If you are Jessi, you get back up on the board, fall in the coral a few more times, finish up your hour rental, then show your parents the flaming red welts and say "Ow, this stings, a lot!


Why ruin enjoyment of perfect sailing conditions when you can go to the clinic for antihistamines, numbing cream, and broken coral extraction later. I asked why she kept sailing after getting stung and she said "I thought the pain would just go away." My little trooper.


She is awesome on a wind surfing board. She says she hopes she retains a scar so she can always remember sail boarding in Bali.

My favorite monkey... You guess which one.

Jessi at Monkey Forrest in Bali.