2/3/00
- 2/5/00
The sabbatical adventure continues. After lunch with
Vollie, Chris, and Bill and Vickie, I caught the Airport
Express as 1:30 PM on Thursday the 3rd of February and
began my trip to Pune, India. In Pune I am to present
a series of lectures on RAMS to t he Indian Institute
of Tropical Meteorology (IITM). My host is Parthasarathi
Mukhopadhyay, who I call Partha. Partha and I wrote
a joint proposal to the US National Science Foundation
to perform cooperative research on mesoscale meteorology
in India using RAMS. This is the first phase of this
project, and it will be followed by more extended visits
by Partha to CSU as well as collaborations via the Internet.
The first two legs of my flight were with United Airlines;
Denver to Chicago, and Chicago to Frankfurt, Germany.
In Frankfurt I connected to Lufthansa for a direct flight
to Mombai (formerly called Bombay). The only excitement
of the trip was the short connection times in both Chicago
and Frankfurt, about 50 minutes each. Now a 50-minute
connection in Chicago is not a problem if the weather
is fine and there are no other hang-ups. However, even
though the flight went smoothly, we still off loaded
on Co ncourse B and the departure gate was in Concourse
C. This provided some healthy exercise making my way
between gates with all my baggage as carry-on. But I
made it and found a place to stow my carry-on and off
we went to Frankfurt. Arriving in Frankfurt a bout 15
minutes late and having to go from one terminal to another
through security, made amounted to a 30 minutes connection
quite exciting. Fortunately, Lufthansa had a rather
heavy set man meet me and two others to escort us through
the labyrinth of w alkways, security (jumping ahead
of a line), escalators, and arrived about 2 minutes
before departure time. Naturally I couldn't find a place
for my bags near my seat in coach, but found one in
business class.
I arrived in Mombai at 1:30AM on Saturday, the 5th
and after going rapidly through customs, I was met by
Partha. Thank goodness, because I sure wouldn't have
wanted to make my way to Pune by myself. My guide book
said it was a 4-hour train ride, but Pa rtha had arranged
for us to take a small bus which departed from the airport
and dropped us off directly at the institute in about
4 hours, whereas with the train, one has to make one's
way across Mombai to the train station, and then from
the train stati on in Pune to the institute, which would
take considerably longer than 4 hours. After I found
out what the drive was like, however, I plan on suggesting
that we take the train back!
The bus was a diesel-powered bus about the size of
a really large van or small motor home. Unfortunately,
we waited for 1.5 hours for a couple on the same flight
to go through customs and baggage claim and join us.
Well at least I didn't have to run th e risk of losing
my bags on the short connections, but I didn't save
any time. Leaving Mombai at 3 in the morning was no
problem as there was little traffic, other than a few
of the ubiquitous three-wheeled Autu-rickshaws; a two-cycle
powered motorcycle e ngine-driven taxi rig generally
with soft top and two to four passenger seats. The exhaust
is black and very smelly; I think they run on diesel
fuel. The sides are open and the driver sits behind
a windshield steering with handlebars much like a motorcycl
e.
Once in the countryside the roads got "interesting"
as they ranged from almost 4-lane divided, to almost
two-lane head-on traffic with bumper-to-bumper trucks.
It was very dark in the hazy air, reminding me of driving
in the hills of Pennsylvania at ni ght. In the four-lane
divided sections, the driver had to blow the horn repeatedly
when passing the trucks so that they would move fully
into their lanes. Eventually the road began the rise
over the Western Ghat mountain range and gained about
2000 ft in a narrow, almost two-lane, switchback road.
Our driver repeatedly passed the slow-moving trucks
with trucks barrowing downhill at us and barely pull
in ahead of the truck we were passing before the oncoming
truck passed us. Sometimes it was the other way around
and we could see the lights of two, side-by-side oncoming
trucks heading our way. A few times, our driver had
to pull off the lane into the gravel as well as slow
down to prevent a head-on collision. In the U.S. this
would have led to many episodes of "road rage"
and we probably would have gotten shot at! This sort
of driving went on for four hours as we bumped along,
the partially paved road, lurching forward and backward.
Along the way, we nearly hit one cow, a person who
ran from behind a truck and streaked across our headlights,
and several bicyclists. The number of near-miss head-on
collisions with trucks was too numerous to count! I
felt like I would have to clean u p the seat after having
the "sh-"" scared out of me so many times.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep at all during that drive.
I arrived at the guest facilities at the IITM just
in time to have breakfast. It consisted of tea, toast,
and noodles with a spicy sauce, boiled eggs, and some
rice dumpling-like things. It was pretty good. My room
is something like a suite, with two b edrooms, a bath,
and a living room. It has poured concrete walls that
are crudely painted yucky-green, a concrete/terrazo
floor, and beds with netting over them. It took me a
while to figure out how to get through that netting
to get into bed. Getting out is also a challenge as
the opening in the net is in the middle of the side
panel, so I have to curl up and slip through the slot
in the screen to get out. Now I know why yoga is so
popular in India! The bathroom has a shower unit without
curtains and is only cold water. Next to the shower
are two plastic buckets in which you can pour hot and
cold water from faucets just beneath the shower unit.
What you do is mix the water in those buckets to get
the optimum temperature and use a big scoop to pour
the w ater over your head. So much for the shower unit!
It is primitive to say the least. The toilet functions
but it trickles water all night long.
After breakfast I set my watch for 11:00AM and crawled
into the screened bed and slept so soundly that I slept
through my alarm. The cook rang my doorbell, which would
serve well as a fire alarm, for lunch consisting of
rice and a couple of rather mild sauces. I found out
later they were preparing my sauces separately from
the other people staying in the guest facilities and
making them quite bland. I then took a walk around the
campus including the main research center and the apartments
for the emplo yees. The campus is remarkably similar
to the one we lectured at in Kenya. Then I decided to
get a layout of the land, map in hand. I marched up
a 300 ft hill that overlooked and divided the city.
Being the dry season, things looked rather parched in
town , but on top of the hillsides, one gets the impression
it doesn't rain much even during the "wet".
There are few trees or even tall bushes on top, and
occasionally there is a small flower, and some very
dry grasses. The hill forms a ridgeline, with a grav
el road running along most of the ridge. It looks like
a place I will try to run during the week.
After breakfast I set my watch for 11:00AM and crawled
into the screened bed and slept so soundly that I slept
through my alarm. The cook rang my doorbell, which would
serve well as a fire alarm, for lunch consisting of
rice and a couple of rather mild sauces. I found out
later they were preparing my sauces separately from
the other people staying in the guest facilities and
making them quite bland. I then took a walk around the
campus including the main research center and the apartments
for the emplo yees. The campus is remarkably similar
to the one we lectured at in Kenya. Then I decided to
get a layout of the land, map in hand. I marched up
a 300 ft hill that overlooked and divided the city.
Being the dry season, things looked rather parched in
town , but on top of the hillsides, one gets the impression
it doesn't rain much even during the "wet".
There are few trees or even tall bushes on top, and
occasionally there is a small flower, and some very
dry grasses. The hill forms a ridgeline, with a grav
el road running along most of the ridge. It looks like
a place I will try to run during the week.
Before supper I got acquainted with a couple from Nepal,
a place I've always wanted to visit. His name is Sharad
Adhikary, which I remember because he gave me his business
card. A large table was set with many place settings,
and the cook informed me ( he doesn't speak English)
that my dinner was ready and the Nepalese guy said he
wanted to take it up to my room, per instructions from
my host. Also I found out then that the food was prepared
separately for me and with less spices. I made it known
that I 'd prefer to eat with the others, and the Nepalese
arranged for me to taste the sauces with normal spices.
No problem, it was just like back in the Taj Mahal restaurant
in Fort Collins.
Whew, I'm fading fast; I guess I'll go to bed early.
2/6/00
Jet lag got me last night I woke at 1:30AM and couldn't
get back to sleep. After breakfast I took advantage
of the tendency to be a little sleepy after eating and
took a nap for a couple of hours. Then I jogged in the
hills near IITM and followed trail s and roads along
the ridgeline. Occasional I encountered a walker or
a person tending his cow, but it was pretty quiet up
there. I did find some flowering trees and bushes amongst
the stark landscape. I found out later that the tree/bush
without any leav es but bright yellow flowers is called
"glyrisidia."
After lunch Partha and his wife, Sumitra, met me with
a car they had arranged and we toured Pune and neighboring
environs. First we stopped at the Osho Commune Meditation
Center where we took a walking tour. Osho had set up
a commune in Oregon I believ e, before he died. I gather
he has a stronger following outside of India than in.
The grounds are very pretty with lots of trees and ponds,
tall bamboo, and "quiet". The commune visitors
(as opposed to us tourists) all wear a maroon dress.
There were plen ty of longhaired hippy types strolling
about.
From there we visited a large old English colonial
house where Gandhi and his wife were held in house arrest.
It is not terribly well maintained considering its historical
importance, but it was pleasant.
We dodged autu's, trucks, buses, cars, motorbikes,
bicycles, people, cows, goats, and dogs, as we drove
out of town to visit a large reservoir/lake that provides
hydroelectric power and drinking water to Pune. This
was my first opportunity to see the c ountryside in
the daylight. I was most fascinated by the oxen pulling
heavily loaded wagons. We took a brief powerboat tour
of the lake and headed back to Pune, again dodging people
and things in the road.
2/7/00
I slept better last night. I woke at 3:00AM but after
an hour of reading, I fell on and off asleep.
Today I am fasting but plan on an active day. I have
been meeting people at IITM but hope they don't expect
me to remember their names. As I walked down the halls
I noticed something seemed to be missing. Then I realized
none of the office desks have computers on them. They
have a shared computer room with only two PCs. It is
like walking back in time 30 years! My notebook computer
is probably the most powerful PC in the place. They
do have some workstations, but I suspect they are heavily
over subscr ibed with multiple users.
I met with the director of the institute, Dr C.B. Pant,
today along with Partha's immediate supervisor, Dr S.S.
Singh. We chatted and then he invited me to lunch with
him and another visitor from the University of Arizona,
Dr Malcom Hughes. When Malcom and I met here, we looked
at each other and both of us had this look like, I've
met you somewhere. Then we realized we had dinner together
in Tucson a couple of years ago. When I told Dr Pant
I was fasting, this didn't faze him in the least, as
it is co mmon here. So I went along and had some juice.
Towards the end of the lunch I started feeling jet lag,
and my eyelids closed a couple of times, and they kidded
me. They had all traveled enough to know what I was
going through.
Before lunch I presented my first lecture, which was
on a general overview of RAMS. There were about 12 scientists
attending including Dr Singh. There was good discussion
following my talk.
After lunch I went back to my room and took a 45-minute
nap and then took a jog along the ridge overlooking
town. It was probably about 80F at the time. Then I
chatted with the Nepali couple and had my supper of
juice. After supper the director of the institute took
me and the Nepali couple for a tour of Pune University
and also stopped at some shops. I got the impression
that the streets at night are reasonably safe, as people
seem to be busily going about their business and I didn't
see groups of you ths or unsavory looking characters
hanging about. I was assured that this was the case
here in Pune, but in Mumbai and other big cities one
had to be careful of pick pockets but muggings and gun-toting
thieves are rare even in those places.
2/8/00
I slept soundly until 4AM and then woke and could not
go back to sleep. I read, tossed and turned, and finally
got up and wrote in my journal. I hope I don't fade
again this afternoon at some inappropriate moment.
My runs have been quite pleasant as I climb up the
ridge overlooking the city. I decided to run this morning
and started out about 6:30AM just before sunrise. I
was surprised to find people climbing the ridge, presumably
to view the sunrise, and one jo gger who caught up to
me and startled me as I climbed the hill at my snails
pace. I did a loop, returning along a dusty dirt road.
I'm going to have to clean my jogging shoes before I
return home.
I gave my second lecture today, this time on the bulk
and bin-resolving microphysics in RAMS. About 4:30PM
I decided to take a walk. At the spur of the moment,
I decided to flag down an autu and travel across town
to visit the Empress Gardens. The traf fic was heavy
and thick with smoke and dust from the diesel trucks
and autos. I should have brought along a facemask for
riding around these roads. It took about 30 minutes
to get to the garden and I found it a bit disappointing,
as there was no grass or undergrowth to speak of as
people could walk most anywhere and as a result the
grounds were bare soil. Moreover I saw several women
armed with loads of sticks they had picked up on the
ground, probably to build a fire for cooking supper.
There were some n ice palm trees and banyon trees, but
it was hardly worth the trip in the autu through all
the pollution. I flagged another autu driver and showed
him on my crude map downloaded from a travel agent website
where I wanted to go. It was clear he had little i dea
where the IITM was located and he asked several other
drivers how to get there. I was a little concerned I
did not have a better map and with written directions
of how to find the place. But off we went spurting fumes
into the now very heavy traffic. We slowly made our
way and after about 30 minutes he stopped to ask a young
motorcycle driver near the agriculture college how to
find it. Since he could understand English well, I explained
where I wanted to go and he told the driver how to proceed
point ing the way. After another 10 minutes, the driver
seemed anxious about how to find the place and I spied
the hill that I had been running along. So, I pointed
that way and off we went. Finally I started recognizing
buildings and streets, and directed to h im to the institute.
I'm not sure which of us was more relieved. If I do
that again, I'd better prepare myself better in terms
of being able to describe where I am staying.
2/9/00
Rising just before sunrise I jogged up the ridge behind
the institute. This time I headed a bit more west and
encountered a surprising number of people hiking in
the pre-dawn. There were a few joggers, some families,
and numerous individuals. As I went over the ridge top
and descended along a well-defined trail, I came to
a junction of trails where there were concrete/rock
circular slabs, some devises for static exercises and
quite a confluence of people. I then turned around and
descended along the du sty road. I'll have to wipe off
my running shoes before I return.
This was my heavy day as I was scheduled to give two
lectures. The first was on realtime forecasting with
RAMS and was presented to12 or so scientists in the
group I have been visiting. The second was an institute-wide
seminar on our work on extreme pr ecipitation estimation.
The director of the institute gave a long introduction
and even mentioned my digital camera photographs of
wild flowers, which he seemed to be very impressed with.
He said that was an example of my interest in nature.
I think both talks went well and in the institute-wide
seminar I had a lot of questions and discussions afterwards.
They gave me a bouquet of flowers in honor of my lecture,
which I placed on the dinner table at the guesthouse.
I then took a walk up the valley behind the institute
in a section where there is a lot of new multi-family
and even upscale single-family housing. I shot several
pictures illustrating the great contrasts in economic
lifestyles, such as squatter shacks in the foreground
of new, rather upscale housing in the background. I
think this is what India is like, if not today, in the
near future. I later found out the squatter shacks were
probably where the laborers stayed while constructing
those houses and a partments.
2/10/00
I again woke, actually awakened by the loud door buzzer
by an attendant who brought in my morning tea, at 6:30AM.
I jogged up the ridge along with the many morning walkers.
I am frequently greeted and return with the nemasti
(sp?) sign. I have only one lecture scheduled today
in which I provide an overview of our convective storm
modeling. I also keep busy discussing science with several
of the young scientists. Sometimes I feel it would be
more efficient if they plugged in a socket into my brain
and d ownloaded the relevant information.
Dr. Adhikary and his wife from Nepal will be leaving
today. I will miss our many discussions about life in
Nepal. I am learning almost as much about Nepal as I
have about India. I suspect I will be alone in the guesthouse
from now on.
My lecture on our convective storm modeling went well
and in the afternoon I got a tour of the physics/chemistry/aerosol
group's facilities.
I took a brief walk across the road from the institute,
past the meteorological service-training center. As
I walked along the neighborhood rapidly changed to shacks
and stone/brick metal-roofed structures. Goats, donkeys,
kids, and adults wandered abo ut and the air did not
smell too pleasant. I decided that maybe I don't belong
here and turned around and headed out. It is the first
time I really felt threatened in Pune.
That evening I took Partha and Sumitra out to dinner.
The restaurant was at a nice hotel and the food was
very good. The entire bill including tips for the three
of us came to $7. Add to that taxi (autu) fare at 50
cents each way, and it was quite an i nexpensive evening.
2/11/00
I woke in the night with severe heartburn. It
was either caused by the malaria pill I am supposed
to take with meals and took and hour after supper, or
6 days of spicy Indian food is finally getting to me.
I again started the day with a sunrise jog and then
gave my last lecture on our coupled ocean/convective
storm modeling over the tropical western Pacific. This
was followed by a meeting with all the senior scientist
staff of the institute. It wasn't clear to me what the
purpose of the meeting was, ot her than to introduce
me to the 25 or so senior scientists. They then gave
me my second flower bouquet and a heavy brass casting
of one of heir gods. I gave the flowers to Partha's
wife, as I wasn't to take them with me on the plane.
Overall, I had numerous discussions with the junior
scientists in the mesoscale modeling group and we laid
out plans on collaborative studies of mesoscale convective
systems, land-falling tropical cyclones, and boundary
layer clouds over land.
This time my return was by train to Mombai with poor
Partha accompanying me. . Other than being over air-conditioned,
it was a smooth ride with no near head-on collisions
as with the bus ride to Pune. This was followed by a
30-minute taxi ride through congested and polluted Mombai.
It only cost $3.50 for the taxi, which would have cost
at least $15 in the U.S.
I had a 5-hour wait for my 3AM departure, now it is
24 hours of sitting in the torture machines and airports.
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