Dibrugarh

After two nights in Bangkok we flew on to New Delhi where we remained for approximately 10 hours before pushing on to Dibrugarh, Assam Pradesh, India. This is where the waiting game began. While the final approvals for all of our permits were getting taken care of we had a few days to explore the small city.

Map of India with Dibrugarh highlighted by a red oval.

Our hotel sat on the south bank of the Brahmanputra River, which cuts a massive six mile wide braided channel through the Assam Valley. The hotel had a very large rooftop patio that we spent a lot of time on. It afforded wonderful views of both the river and the town.

View to the north over the Brahmanputra River from our hotel roof.

View to the south over the city of Dibrugarh from our hotel roof.

In our attempt to fill the time, we started a rock climbing training regiment using a set of rock rings. The training involved a ten minute workout combining pull-ups and hanging from the various sized pockets. It kicked our butts at first, but as time went along we got much stronger.

Feeling the burn during a 10-second offset bent-arm hang.

We also got out and explored the town on foot. In some respects Dibrugarh was very much what I anticipated India to be and in other facets it was not what I expected at all. As I figured, it was noisy, crowded, dirty, and very dynamic. The traffic on the main streets was very intense and the general rule was mass makes right. The larger the object the more right of way it had. Pedestrians were expected to get out of the way.

A typical street in the city center.

For long distance shipping. These trucks, affectionately called lorries due to the British, had to have been made in the 30s and 40s.

I expected the city to be dirty, but not to the extent that it was. There are no public trash cans. When you finish with a wrapper, water bottle, piece of paper, or a plastic bag you simply drop it wherever you are. Street, gutter, sidewalk. It didn't matter. Eventually someone would come along, collect the recyclables, and sweep the rest into a big pile. Eventually, after the pile of trash has accumulated over a few days, it is burned at night.

Playing cricket on a giant pile of trash between two buildings.

A stream that runs through the middle of town.

One of the most unexpected things I immediately noticed about Dibrugarh is that the population does not look very "Indian" like you see in Baliwood movies. Because the city is so far east and tucked between China, Bangladesh, Bhutan, and Burma a large portion of the population looks very "Sino-tibetan/SE Asian". I would say that the split is somewhere around 50:50. I also did see a few people who looked as if they had varying mixtures of the two gene pools.