Calcutta III (02/05-04/05)

As we approached the end of our lengthy and very enjoyable stay in Calcutta, we had to move to a different hotel in the south for the last couple of nights given some logistics with previous plans. In this blog, I will cover our last day at Culcutta Bungalow and then the two full days we had in South Kolkata before we fly north and into the mountains. This may be a shorter blog than normal as it’s only three days, we’ve been taking it easy in the heat, and I’ve run out of interesting facts about Culcutta!

Thursday –

We had got into the very pleasant habit of getting up for a leisurely 9am breakfast, and Thursday morning was no exception. The breakfast was good as ever, and I’d been converted to the Bengali breakfast of a mild potato curry with fried bread over the eggs on toast. Once we had eaten and got ourselves ready, we headed once more by metro to Park Street and to a coffee shop just opposite the station entrance. The coffee shop, Blue Tokai, served really excellent coffee though the air-conditioning units were fighting a losing battle with the morning heat. We were actively sweating when we made it back outside and decided to really lean into it by having another street-side Kati roll from the famous hole-in-the-wall shop, which was as delicious as ever.

We walked down the side of Maidan, Calcutta’s Hyde Park, and to the Institute of Fine Art. The Institute was a small building nestled behind the imposing St Paul’s Cathedral, and had been notable by its absence from any guide books or recommendations we had read. Still, we decided that art galleries tend to be a cool place to spend some time, so we headed inside. Institute of Fine Art is probably a stretch, as the art-works seemed more to be displayed of local artists and art students, but nonetheless it was a nice break from the baking heat.

From the art gallery we crossed the road and went back into the Victoria Memorial. Honestly, the building was so impressive it warranted another look in its own right, but additionally we decided that we should have a look inside, given we were so close. Inside, the building was divided into only two large rooms, each with wide galleries on either side. A couple of these were blocked off, but the other two displayed a rather eclectic mix of colonial era art. In one wing, there were huge paintings of scenes such as the Maharaja of Jaipur riding on an elephant with the future Edward VII, along with model galleys and the enevitable display of rifles and cutlasses. The other wing had a gently interesting exhibition showing paintings of Indian monuments, temples and palaces by British artists as they travelled the country for display back in the UK.

We had our fill at the monument, we found an Uber to take us home and to the air-conditioning. We lounged at home for a few hours, then made our way out to a Chinese restaurant which was at the top of one of Calcutta’s many shiny new malls boasting all of the Western designer brands. The restaurant was modern and up-market, and did a delicious smoky negroni that only I could have as Ellie was still taking antibiotics (sorry Ellie). The food was really good and it was nice to have something a bit different to the “continental” or Indian fare. After eating, we made our way back out into the stifling night air and Ubered back to the hotel and to bed.

Friday –

We made for the breakfast table at 9am on Friday as per usual for our last breakfast of Calcutta Bungalow. A few days before we had breakfast at the same time as a British couple in their 50s or 60s. They had come to Calcutta to visit their son who had a work experience placement in the city for 6 months. It turned out that they had done a similar trip to ours in the 1980s, and we’d had a good conversation over a couple of breakfasts about Calcutta as well as our lives back home. They were there at breakfast on Friday, as well as another young British couple – one of whom was a ST5 (registrar) in Obs & Gynae in Oxford. We had a enjoyable and slightly surreal breakfast talking about the Midlands and medical training pathways, before saying our goodbyes and heading back to the room to pack our bags.

We ubered from Calcutta Bungalow in the Shyambazar area to the north to Corner Courtyard in the Ballygunge area to the south. Corner Courtyard was a decent hotel, but felt a little shaby and the staff a little cool compared to CB. To be expected, of course, given how much we had enjoyed it there. It was gone midday by the time we arrived, so we dropped off our bags and headed out to a local art cafe in the area. The Ballygunge area of South Calcutta felt very modern and arty, and we enjoyed a good coffee and sandwiches in the boutique Sienna cafe and art shop.

From Sienna cafe we headed south, passing through the Rabindra Sarobar park that we’d seen part of a few days before, and out the other side. We were heading for another of Calcutta’s malls, this time for a bit of a mooch (largely because Ellie’s mascara had run out). As anticipated, the mall was deliciously cool and we sat with a cold diet pepsi in the food hall for a bit to normalise our body temperatures after a 40 minute walk. Once we’d got what we came for, we headed back to the hotel for the customary mid afternoon rest.

We had been undecided about where to go for dinner on Friday night, but felt that we should try a speciality Bengali restaurant at least once whilst in West Bengal. As such, we ubered out to “6 Ballygunge Place”, a recommended restaurant serving a range of Bengali cuisine. Bengali cuisine was quite different in some respects to North Indian food, and accordingly we had absolutely no idea what anything on the menu was. With the help of some friendly waiters, however, we managed to order a really quite sensational meal of potato in poppy-seed paste, cauliflower in a tangy tamarind sauce, a mild daal, shallow fried melt-in-the-mouth aubergine, and some hilarious mocktails served in strange glass contraptions. All together, it was one of the best meals of it’s kind we’ve had so far. Full without being horribly uncomfortable, we booked (yet another) Uber back to the hotel (NB – most Uber trips in Calcutta cost about 100-200/- or £1-2, so we aren’t breaking the bank with all the ferrying around!)

Saturday –

After one last lie-in in lovely Calcutta, we identified another branch of Blue Tokai just 2 minutes around the corner from our hotel – one of a very small handful of boutique coffee shops we’ve found in India that we could imagine ourselves happily tapping £4 for in an indepenent in London. This branch not only served the same perfect flat whites and americanos-with-an-extra-shots (no prizes for whose is whose), but was considerably more modern than the other one – with exceptionally good air con! We filled ourselves up for the day with a Shakshuka and veggie full English, enjoying the people watching in this modern and expensive looking Southern Calcutta suburb.

Upstairs in the cafe building was a bookshop we obviously couldn’t resist checking out, which was absolutely floor-to-ceiling with an impressive stock range across the board. I was particularly struck by the amount of queer literature which has been notably absent in other Indian bookshops, and having had his bag weigh in at just under the flight-safe 15kgs the night before we agreed Rob had plenty of room for a couple of new poetry books.

From here we walked to CIMA, a modern art gallery which had been reccomended in the guide books. It was a very pleasant if obviously too hot stroll around the neigbourhood, passing the impressive white Birla Mandir Hindu temple which we snapped through the gate as temples are almost ubiquitously closed during these hottest hours of the day. CIMA was hidden away upstairs in an apartment block, but actually very good. It was beautifully curated and had some really pieces we both really liked, including a series of paintings of mindful looking monkeys which I could definitely see prints of in our house. We couldn’t take photos inside the gallery hence the lack of any here!

From CIMA we uber-ed to some horticultural gardens which made for a very pleasant and shady stroll. They were almost deserted and had stunning little well-maintained enclaves, with ponds, big white flowering trees, little statues, the odd adorable puppy, and an outdoor gym to play with. Once we’d had our fill there, we headed home for Rob to tutor and me to head back to Tokai to pick up some tutoring-fuel salted caramel and chocolate croissants.

We decided to get a last taste of proper Western food in the big city before heading out to much more rural Darjeeling, so went to a recommended Italian for dinner. The food was indeed delicious, and we happily got through pizzas/pastas advertised as ‘big enough to share’ along with some tasty if earthy domestic wine for Rob (only a taste for me as I was, sigh, on my last day of one of the few antibiotics you actually can’t drink on). We got one last blissfully air conned 10p metro ride home before the final pack-up as we said goodbye to probably our favourite city of the trip so far.

The following day, we were set to take a flight to the northern West Bengali city of Bagdogra, and from there a taxi into the Himalayan foothills and to the hill station of Darjeeling. We are in Darjeeling for 3 full days, and we will cover our day of travel and our days in Darjeeling in the next blog,

Until then,

Ellie & Rob xxx

2 responses to “Calcutta III (02/05-04/05)”

  1. Great blog both and sorry I’ve not commented for a while – it’s been rather busy!

    I was reassured by your Calcutta II blog that neither of you have been constantly ill, as I was starting to get a bit concerned. I guess it’s just an occupational hazard of touring and living in India.

    The Zoroastrians do certainly have a very interesting history although your explanations of why they settled in India and what they have done there since was new to me and fascinating. The bit about not proselytising is slightly surprising. I would understand that better in countries such as Persia (Iran) which are almost entirely Muslim and where conversion from that religion to any other is frowned upon – or worse – but India seems to have greater religious tolerance that that and is home to many co-existing religions. Perhaps its relationship with Gnosticism, which many other religions have found heretical and subversive, explains the ban of proselytising. Certainly, the dualist emphasis in Zoroastrianism is very similar to Gnosticism.

    The term ‘Anglo-Indian’ has two distinct applications – firstly, describing those of mixed heritage, i.e. Indian and European (usually British) and secondly, describing those settlers (generally wholly British, like my grandparents) who moved to Indian from the UK and settled there as the ‘Raj’. Dad used to describe himself thus from time to time. As did Mum, in terms similar to this:

    ‘Well, yer father was Anglo-Indian and part of t’Raj, yer know’ So, yer ‘alf Anglo-Indian and ‘alf Yorkshire’

    What an unbeatable pedigree that is! Until this was pronounced in terms that brooked no contradiction, I had thought I was a Londoner….

    Bad luck with the White Palace! How bizarre to have to seek out a permit, only to be told that it had been closed for 4 years! Why on earth hasn’t it been re-opened? Did you ask them? One strongly suspects that you wouldn’t have received a satisfactory explanation. I see that this series of rather fruitless and frustrating sojourns continued with entrance being barred to both the Armenian church and the RC Cathedral. We had the same in Panaji in Goa where the Portuguese RC Cathedral was designated as ‘open’ by Google (perhaps a surer sign that anything else that it wouldn’t be) and indeed was resolutely closed when we got there. There was no explanation, or even any ‘man in a white chair’ on hand to imperturbably deny us access – just a set of forbidding locked, bolted and shuttered doors.

    I was surprised and a little disappointed not to be able to read about any more pantomime near-fisticuffs confrontations with Rickshaw drivers, Rob! Looks like most of your transport was with Uber but honestly, you’re losing your touch.

    There’s a slight sense of weariness I suspect in your Calcutta III blog, partly owing to the relentless heat I guess, although the descriptions of the various restaurants and other food outlets sound wonderful. The Fine Art Institute sounds a bit underwhelming though. Not so, the Victoria Memorial. Great description and pictures! I also love the sound of CIMA – the Tate Modern is probably my favourite London gallery and I have always been completely fascinated by the parallel trends in art, music and literature that for some reason always particularly strike me after a visit there.

    Thanks you both Ellie and Rob for your detailed accounts which are always a delight to read and a privilege to be part of, if only at a distance. Almost feel I have been there sometimes (and I don’t mean in Varkala!).

    Will send through some possible summer Proms over the next couple of days as time is running quite short now to submit my ‘Proms Plan’.

    John/Dad xxx

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    1. Thanks for the comment, Dad!

      Your relief that neither of us have been constantly ill hasn’t aged well in context of the Darjeeling & Kalimpong blogs, where I felt like I was always with a stomach bug! Mercifully been in perfect health of late.

      Re the zoroastrians – the tour guide told us a fun but likely apocryphal story whereby the chief preist of the zoroastrians approached the king of Gujurat when they were forced out of Persia. Apparently the Gujarati king showed them a full pitcher of milk and said “this is our land, we are full and can’t accommodate your people”, to which the priest replied by pouring a handful of sugar into the milk to dissolve it without it spilling. He said that the Zoroastrians would be like the sugar, they would merge with the society seamlessly and sweeten it. The king was suitably impressed and allowed the Zoroastrians to set up in Gujurat, but the conditions being that they didn’t preach their religion, intermarry, or involve themselves in war. As I say, almost certainly just a story but perhaps contains a grain of truth.

      Interesting re the Anglo-Indians – it seemed that the tour guide was using it solely for people who had part Indian and part European heritage and as such weren’t fully accepted into either society, rather than the usage for people like Grandad and his parents. But I have heard it used in both contexts though seems like both applications are slowly dying out, also.

      Yes, we have had some bad luck throughout the trip with places being closed, non-existent or otherwise not what we expected. I think with the tourist industry being inherently volitile, even guide books or blogs written a year or two ago are liable to be out of date. Still, it was a fun (if incredibly hot) walk around some of the more local areas of Calcutta.

      I think by the time we had been in Calcutta for over a week and the temperature not dipped below 30C, we were ready for some cooler weather (as the first day in Darjeeling shows) hence the slight weariness. It was quite insidious how much the sustained heat drains you.

      Great to read and respond to your comments as always!

      Lots of love,

      Rob xxx

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