It wasn't a disaster!
Trip Start
Feb 24, 2009
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Trip End
Feb 22, 2010
Yes thee Bhopal as in the site of the Chemical disaster in 1984 which they are still attempting to recover from. So of course I was going to be the only “White Westerner” in the area. Despite my skin tone causing concern when finding a hotel (your either charged double or they really do not want the ‘hassle’ of you and the paperwork you will cause; three forms all requesting travel details and highly important-name of your father). I was surprised to find not only was I not the only white westerner among a population of 1.46 million. But on my way to find Chai the next morning I met Tina and immediately fell in love with the gentle Irish lilt to her accent. We had a coffee and headed out on an adventure together.
The “Museum of Man” started off with some fantastic terracotta pieces and imaging an interactive living display of the various cultures around India we had high hopes for the rest. Unfortunately a lot of closed sheds and desolate lands later we realized why we hadn’t been taken advantage of at the ticket office. It was worth the 10 rupee entrance fee for the photograph display and peaceful grounds peeping at the lake.
Not leaving the park until past 3pm I thought it was our lucky day when a share taxi claimed a street we wanted. It seems we were conned ending up in the middle of nowhere resulting in a grubby juice shop for an interesting lunch of potato pieces in a sweet sauce chickpea type thing-Bombay mix and green peppers on top of course!
Felling a little jaded we headed to “Bharat Bhavan”, a contemporary arts complex. I had visions of a crisp cold glass of wine, or at least a good coffee overlooking the lake whilst watching some theater…a bit like my beloved days wandering the Southbank. I knew I wasn’t really being realistic, but was still pleasantly surprised by the sheer size of the exhibits and the well displayed art work on offer.
I could have happily spent a bit longer in Bhopal and almost did when I got lost shopping in the Chowk. It’s a laid back city with little hassle. I did however, have my new Tiffin box packed, and a 40 hour train journey south.
The “Museum of Man” started off with some fantastic terracotta pieces and imaging an interactive living display of the various cultures around India we had high hopes for the rest. Unfortunately a lot of closed sheds and desolate lands later we realized why we hadn’t been taken advantage of at the ticket office. It was worth the 10 rupee entrance fee for the photograph display and peaceful grounds peeping at the lake.
Not leaving the park until past 3pm I thought it was our lucky day when a share taxi claimed a street we wanted. It seems we were conned ending up in the middle of nowhere resulting in a grubby juice shop for an interesting lunch of potato pieces in a sweet sauce chickpea type thing-Bombay mix and green peppers on top of course!
Felling a little jaded we headed to “Bharat Bhavan”, a contemporary arts complex. I had visions of a crisp cold glass of wine, or at least a good coffee overlooking the lake whilst watching some theater…a bit like my beloved days wandering the Southbank. I knew I wasn’t really being realistic, but was still pleasantly surprised by the sheer size of the exhibits and the well displayed art work on offer.
I could have happily spent a bit longer in Bhopal and almost did when I got lost shopping in the Chowk. It’s a laid back city with little hassle. I did however, have my new Tiffin box packed, and a 40 hour train journey south.



