Lizard in the Bathroom and Rock Climbing: Jan 20 to Jan 23
This weekend was relatively quiet except for one rock
climbing outing. I spent a lot of time reading, exercising, and a little time
working on my project.
On
Wednesday night last week as I was brushing my teeth, I noticed for the first
time a small lizard in the bathroom. It was about three inches long and of a
greenish yellow color. It was on the ceiling about 8 feet away from me. As I
brushed, I saw it sneak up on a bug that was on the wall, covering the last six
inches of its journey in the blink of an eye. It caught the bug and munched on
it before crawling away across the ceiling. The bug seemed pretty dumb—I think
it should have seen the lizard, because it was not exactly sneaking up on it as
it crawled toward it. I did not see the lizard on Thursday.
On Friday evening, I was standing at the urinal, the
only one in the bathroom, when I heard a small “splat” sound behind me that
caused me to jump. It was my friend the lizard, who had apparently fallen from
his perch on the ceiling (I had not noticed him when I walked in). On the
ground about two feet behind me, he looked at me for a moment then skittered
away across the floor. It took me a couple minutes to catch my breath from that
one.
On Saturday evening, I went rock climbing with two international
students (Saurav from Nepal and Timo from Switzerland) and two Indian students.
It took us about an hour by city bus and a 20-minute walk to get to the
location. As Saurav remarked, we left campus when it was light and it was dark
before we got to the rock wall. I later looked up the 45-foot pinnacle rock
wall online; it was labeled “indoor climbing,” but was outdoors. I realize that
the “indoor” part of the description refers to the type of holds, but I am not
familiar enough with US rock climbing lingo to know what an outdoor structure
with indoor holds would be called in the US. This may be standard nomenclature or
it may just be India.
There were no prices listed at the wall, so it was
unclear how much I would have to pay (often you pay after being serviced/eating
in India, even for street food) for the experience. Kathik, one of the Indian
students I was with, was the only one who had been to the wall before. He led
us on a couple warm up laps around the school field that was adjacent to the
rock wall, then took us to the equipment room, where climbing shoes of all
sizes were strewn across two dirty mattresses on the ground. Harnesses of various
sizes were stuffed in a 7-foot-tall metal cupboard across from the mattresses. I
looked for the biggest shoes I could see in the pile, and the first pair I
tried on fit surprisingly well. The last time I put on a climbing harness was four
years ago on a Garfield High School POST Outdoor Club rock climbing trip. On
that trip, I belayed a lot of climbers and taught others how to properly put on
a harness. One of the most important things we stressed was doubling back the straps
on the waist and leg belts so that they could not come loose while climbing. It
was not possible to double back the harness I put on at the Indian rock wall.
If I tightened it all the way, I could loosen it a bit by simply pulling on it
at the right angle. Slightly worried, I watched Kathik go first. When he had no
problems coming down in his harness, I let go of my fears. In high school, we wore
helmets when rock climbing; people often do not even wear helmets while riding
motorcycles here, so it followed that there were no helmets for rock climbing.
The wall had an “easy” side and a difficult side, each with three climbs. I
stayed to the easy side and was able to get about 2/3 the way up a couple of
the climbs. To get to the last 1/3 of the climb, you have to get around an overhang
that sticks out about 18” from the wall. Maybe next time I will be able to get
there. It was a great evening, and the bill came out to 120 Rupees.
After climbing, we went out to a restaurant nearby and
had a few different starters (appetizers) and some curries with naan and roti.
My favorite thing we had was Kothmir Wadi, some sort of fried doughy substance
that you dip in a spicy salt. We had a second order because it was deliciously salty
after the hard climbing. I later looked up what Kothmir Wadi is—the more common
spelling is Kothimbir Vadi—and it is a chickpea flour cake with coriander leaves.
I will be ordering that again if I see it on another Maharashtrian menu. A
small cup of sweet coffee followed the meal. That was delicious too.
We took an Uber back to campus. In India, like almost
everything else, Uber is paid in cash. The app does the job of booking the ride
and securing the price, but not many people have credit cards or choose to pay
that way. Our driver was an older man, but this did not stop him from swerving into
oncoming traffic to pass as any Indian driver does.
I spent Sunday relaxing, reading, and briefly visiting
some booths at a small NGO festival that was happening on campus. I met with
Shilpa briefly to talk about the turmeric project, and our conversation
eventually ended up at “do people order pizza all the time in the US, like on ‘Friends?’”
Many, many Indian people under age 30 or so have watched Friends, some watching
the whole show multiple times. It is astonishing how often this show gets
brought up—I almost think I need to watch it from start to finish while I am
here so that I understand what stereotypes people associate with me as an
American. Maybe it would help spark conversation if I say “How you doin’?” to
everyone I meet.
Today, Monday, I went outside campus to a supermarket
to buy some snacks for the train. I got some figs and dates from the store—the dates
were really cheap and I hope they are as good as they look! On my way back I
had lunch from some street vendors, an aloo paratha and an egg pav. The paratha
was especially tasty; I will be going back for another sometime, maybe next
weekend.
Tonight I leave for Aurangabad for a field visit for
my project; Tuesday night to Akola, Thursday morning to Wardha, and on Friday a
16-hour train journey back to Mumbai.
Street food vendor where I ate egg pav |
Math Olympiad hosted on campus on Sunday 22/1 |
Indoor rock climbing |
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