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Stephanie Springgay is an artist
from Canada whose work is featured in numerous private collections including
that of Dr. Henry Kissenger’s. An avid traveler, Stephanie’s first long
haul trip took her through 13 countries in Europe by train. That experience
left her restless and in August 1996, she and her partner set off on
a trip around the world. In September of 1997, they arrived in India
where they have since both been travelling and working.
Whether you’re cooling off on
a beach, visiting a temple or simply trying to make your way from one
place to another, it’s not easy being a woman traveller in India.
India is a country where many
women still keep purdah; sati and bride burning still exist and the
media saturation of the Clinton-Lewinsky trial, Hollywood movies and
scantily clad models are the only source of foreign context and news.
Many guide books on India would
argue that lying beachside in a bathing suit is a serious cultural crime
and, perhaps, dangerous as well. However, after endless hours on dusty
cramped buses, and having to spend countless amounts of energy arguing
prices with rickshaw wallas and market vendors, a few days or even hours
on a beach seemed necessary.
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No swimming,
please...
The beach we found was virtually
empty except for a few old men hanging around the chai-walla.
The white sand was littered with garbage but the water dazzled
in the sunlight, a welcome invitation from the 40 degree weather
and our long bike ride. A few minutes later the stillness was
rudely disrupted by loud Hindi music and male voices.
A
busload of young Indian men had pulled up to the beach and over
fifty guys cruised down to the water’s edge. No one ventured into
the water, or even appeared to have brought a suit and towel.
Instead, my friend Zehra, I, and our pale, fleshy, female bodies
were to be the afternoon’s attraction. The men hovered near us
and in some cases almost tripped over our legs. Imagine the interesting
vantage point to be lying on a beach towel staring up into the
smiling faces of over fifty Indian men! My rudimentary Gujarati
and not so polite English only seemed to provoke our audience
further as the crowd grew larger and pressed even closer. Suddenly,
we heard the sound of a camera click and my anger reached boiling
point. I jumped to my feet, my arms waving madly and chased the
men a short distance away. They continued to stare but at a safe
distance. Zehra and I returned to our books only to be interrupted
again! Now two more busloads of men had descended onto the beach
and the gathering crowd grew bigger and bigger. I couldn’t read,
I was now wearing all of my clothes and the idea of going for
a swim was not a refreshing possibility. Giving up we got back
on our bicycles, the crowd following our departure.
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No Periodical
Women...
Getting your period while
travelling can be annoying but in India it also takes on a certain
cultural significance. Menstruation is seen as unclean and women
are often barred from certain activities each month. In some homes
women are requested not to cook, they cannot go to school, work
or the temple. They cannot say their prayers or come in contact
with men for fear of tainting others. Outside the main gate to
the Jain temples of Palitana, a holy pilgrimage site, a sign reads
in fifteen different languages:
Pumped up with Anaprox,
my baggy Indian clothes feeling a bit tight, I could only stand
there and stare. I had left my hotel at 5 am to make the climb
of 4000 steps to reach these temples. Barefoot in the dark I had
pushed myself upwards before the heat of the day. Now as the sun
was just breaking over the mountain, I was hardly going to turn
around because I was considered unclean.
There was also a sign posted
regarding leather goods not allowed in Jain temples. Zehra and
I had made sure that we left all leather belts and shoes back
in the hotel, but I couldn't help noticing that many Indians strolled
into the temples wearing various assortments of leather clothing.
What I had to do standing 600 metres on top of the world was decide
how I could comfortably visit the temples without offending. I
chose to venture beyond the sign and observe the beautiful architecture,
the people and click my photos. However, in respect, I also made
the choice not to sit in a temple nor join in a puja ceremony.
As a western woman this
is just one of many personal dilemmas I faced living and travelling
in India. For those of us who do not understand the complexities
of Indian religions, to ignore the signs and simply see the event
through the lens of a camera or another
journal entry is an easy solution. Yet, to have turned around
on the summit, that early morning, I would have felt defeated.
Modern India is still steeped
in tradition but many people today recognize that the individual
woman needs to make choices of her own. This is no longer a culture
that has one set rule; people move around the rules and decide
for themselves what is important for their own beliefs and life.
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No eye contact
please...
A
popular guidebook recommends that in India women should
not engage in conversation with men, never make eye contact or
appear assertive. Unless you plan on walking around with blinders
on, missing out on conversing with the locals and being so miserable
you wish you were on a plane home, forget this advice. I am a
woman and while I can respect period signs (sometimes), wear Indian
clothing that hides every inch of my body, and submit to the constant
stream of questions (What? No husband, no children?), I will not
and cannot walk around with my chin dragging on my chest. Making
eye contact with an Indian man and then inviting him to your hotel
is suggestive; making eye contact while asking for the train schedule
is not. What you have to do is just be cautious, be yourself;
feel what is natural to you and only by doing so will you enjoy
your time travelling.
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No touching,
please...
Indian
women do not travel alone. They often don’t even go to the market
alone, so a foreign female traveller is a curiosity. Indians will
stare and there is not much except for staying at home that you
can do about it. However, being touched or submitting to serious
verbal harassment is taboo and should not be tolerated. If you
are in a situation where you feel you are being harassed make
a loud public statement that you do not like this action. This
will certainly embarrass your tormentor and others nearby will
hopefully come to your rescue. In line-ups, bodies are so tightly
packed it is inevitable that you will be touched. Therefore it’s
a good idea to use the women only queues in train stations, post
offices and anywhere else you can find them. Yet, even that isn’t
always the perfect solution...
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No fighting,
please... 
I had been in line at the
train station for over an hour and it didn’t appear to be moving
quickly. All of a sudden a fight broke out. People were shouting,
bags were crashing down on top of people’s heads and there was
chaos as hundreds of angry bodies pushed and shoved. Keeping my
distance and maintaining my spot in my line, I watched as police
were brought in to disperse the crowds and deal with the problem
at hand. It seemed people were angry with others jumping spots
in the line -- a common phenomena in India. The humor was that
this vicious fight had broken out in the ladies-only queue.
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Editor's Note...
In my experience, travelling
solo in India is difficult at the best of times especially for
first time travellers to this part of the world. I suggest that
you learn as much as you can about the culture before you leave
home. Then incorporate this knowledge into your behavior, listen
to your intuition and act accordingly. Safe journeys!
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