Hotel Arya Palace Puri
Chakratirth Road Puri, Orissa, 752002, India
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Thoughts
... just in time. Finding our bunks was another aggravating feat, and we were still shaking from the stress when the curtain parted and two of the filfthiest, skinniest children i've ever seen entered and started wiping the floor with a dirt rag. These children were like the ones on the commercials; their hair was dreaded due to neglect, their clothes were literally rags the color of dishwater and the cuts on their bare little feet were stained black with ...
My first cultural lesson
... if you want lots of attention and to be called beautiful all day long then India is the place. I’m pretty sure if I wanted I could have any guy here. There seems to be two types here the ones that smile and say hello and wave and are very friendly and then the ones that just stare at you with a blank expression.
So I’m currently in Puri a seaside town on the east coast. Had a nice long 20 hour train ride here and sat with some nice people along the way. For most ...
Chickens, Chaos, Mayhem, Madness
... experience was definatley one the highlights of the trip though I still havent figured out quite why.... Next day was the day of the vortex where we entered the tribal areas and somehow managed to drive through the exact same village 3 times. It was like something out of the Twilight Zone....(my theory is that theres Orissan Opium in the air as everyone slowly went kind of loolah.) There were 2 nights of bushcamping which were actually flukeily really nice with some of the ...
Business Visions
In the morning, over breakfast, Mishi said he wanted to understand Jai’s aggression against him.
He remembered his own awful step father. His mother had left his real father who was an alcoholic, but the new dad turned out to be an alcoholic too.
His mother loved him so much though.
Mishi and I went to the seaside and had some water playfulness, while Daphne played with my girls, wonderful.
I decided to ...
Cinderella
We began our day with lovely refreshing frolics in the ocean, getting roped in for photos with some Bangladeshi’s.
Mishi went off on some jaunt on his bicycle for the day.
I got the children into an aut rickshaw, off to the Wild Grass for luncheon, the splendours of their garden ideal for child play.
We walked to the road of stationary to buy pens, visited the Japanese temple, or was it ...



