Comfort Inn Lucknow

... the restroom for me but somehow found electricity if I wanted the giftshop. We passed on dinner there and shared a wonderful package of pringles. We arrived quite late in Khajuarho. The hotel was clean and minimal. Khajuarho is off the beaten path to everywhere. It is near the mines that bring up the fabulous gems of India. The reason to visit is an archaelogical site of many temples that are ...

... pretended it didn't happen and made my escape with pink roll of toilet paper hidden under my shirt. I killed that toilet and pretty much destroyed the other. When I used the toilets on trains before I wondered how could someone get **** that high up a wall. Now I know. Cleaning lady I salute you.<br><br>12 hours on a train is a long time to feel sick. No i-pod or reading due to nausea. Just staggered sleeping ...

... i think it was 1200 rps (£16) ...... so, nevermind the bus .. ... and back to India we go......... again.....<br><br>As soon as you hit it you just know!!! suddenly everything just becomes really dirty and smelly again..... Oh the smells...so pungent .... some so sweet, incensce, food...others foul....urine and rotting filth .... I say all this fondly however ... its India, and I love it.........for better or for worse..... nothing can equal it ...

... dressed them up with little bangles and hair bobbles and flowers. We dumped our bags in the haveli and then went for a walk around the tiny village, people coming out to look at us, men on the pavement smoking together and smiling up. A group of elders sharing a hookah outside a small house were completely indifferent to us and I wondered if they felt a bit exploited by us. But mostly we were greeted with the most friendly faces and 'hello' and ...

... morning we woke up really early, 5.45am to be exact, to get a bus to Bhairawa. After more reading from the bible (lonley planet nepal..im starting to become very religious) we knew that there was no tourist buses to the indian border despite what anyone said...even though we were told ours was a tourist bus, we knew we were up for something a little more demanding. when we got to the bus station we were swarmed by bread and bakery sellers, our inital reaction ...

... in Lucknow during our recent midpoint retreat in Mumbai/Thailand (don't worry...I'm working on a blog entry about the trip that will be ready soon...I hope!). All the fellows made slideshows and showed eachother pictures of our lives in our various respective parts of India. The activity was titled "My Life is Like...Whoa," which ...

... hours of class a day, at least 5 days a week for the first month, in order to really learn the basics. Although I'd love to have that much time to devote to yoga, I'm not sure how feasible this would be for me, especially since work is probably going to pick up and take up more of my time, not to mention that I'm also looking for a Hindi tutor and dance class. I told him that I might not have the time to take class 5 days a week, and I said that I'd decide when I ...

... pero me dio buena espina el recepcionita y la habitacion estaba decente. Pero el fallo nuestro fue que habiamos negociado con el conductor que nos llevara a dos sitios, asi que cuando ya empezo a llevarnos a todos los demas ya no seguimos negociando asi que al final nos pidio lo que le dio la gana. Cheil no queria pagarle lo que pedia, por principio no por dinero . Pero al final se metido por medio el del hotel, asi que al final convenci a chiel y le pagamos para ...

... He looked a bit quizzical, but we thought that we'd try our luck and got in for the ride into the city center. When we had almost reached what looked to us like the central shopping area, the auto driver pulled over to the side of the road and told us we were here. It didn't seem like we were exactly where we wanted to be, but after unsuccessfully trying to ask the driver to take us a bit further, we just got out and walked down the road towards the shops we saw up ahead ...

... it, but no other furniture. The kitchen, however, was well-stocked with a two-burner stove and two boxes of pots, pans and dishes loaned from my NGO. Most Indian kitchens don't have ovens, and all cooking is done on small counter-top stoves that hook up to a gas canister that must be replaced every so often. I'll have to get used to the process for turning the stove on and off, but my landlady showed me how to do it and it seems pretty easy. Before leaving, JK ...