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... the practicality of doing a wee in a squat toilet without avoiding splash-back on my feet and undergarments, tips gratefully received please. A smooth hop on to the train (in spite of crossed legs), no seats hijacked, we were seated and ready to go. As this train was starting from Chandigarh I said to Graham, the toilets on board just might be ‘fresh’ so I checked them out. Not fresh but a normal loo as I know it and probably as good as ...
... bus station, the Tannoy system constantly blared with indecipherable announcements due to their intense volume and low sound quality. There was a huge group of soldiers waiting for the next train; they each had two or three rifles or machine guns each. They were just slung over their shoulders, they didn’t hang onto them tightly, when a train arrived, they pushed on-board and stood close to children with their backs turned leaving their triggers exposed. One inquisitive finger is ...
... our two personal guides of sorts who I think were told to not let us out of their sight. Which was a good plan being we don't know the city but boy did those two have their work cut out for them. We were all over the place at the Rock Garden. It was so incredible. A huge labyrinth of rock paths, waterfalls and little caverns decorated with art recycled from trash. You have to see this to appreciate I think. We really enjoyed getting to know ...
... the bullets. It is now a very tranquil and beautiful garden and hard to imagine the thousands killed here during their peaceful protests.
The next day we spend the morning relaxing on the roof top in the surprisingly warm sunshine, watching kites soar above us. We arrive at Keshav Chanders and are warmly welcomed by the whole family, Keshav's daughter, son, nephew, niece, wife and mother. The mother is a beautiful lady, almost ageless as she was so old, ...
... you end of overeating at almost every meal.
Afterwards we headed to the Rock Garden which is a forty acre park where everything is made of industrial and home waste and thrown away items. Our driver had to pull to the side of the road and ask 4 different Rickshaw drivers how to get there. All directions seemed to be the same, the Rickshaw driver would point off into the distance with a fully open hand (the way Indians do), never say left or ...