Hotel Europa Inn
- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Business Services
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... So when we arrived we got picked up by my uncle and cousin, the father and brother of the groom. As soon as we unpacked in the hotel we got a visitor: Vimlafai, my aunt from Veenendaal. Being around family was characteristic of the whole stay.
The first two days we were shopping for (traditional Indian) clothes, something that would not have been possible without the help of my uncles and aunts. The results can be found in the photo series. ...
... at first. All kinds of vehicles are driving everywhere. In the Netherlands it’s normal to give way, point out the direction you want to go, drive in lanes, stop for signs and traffic lights, etc. Here in India people just drive, they mind enough not to crash. Something I already saw happening three times in the first two weeks.
Most people in India drive motorcycles. Motorcycles are a fast and a cheap way of transportation in a big and crowded ...
... because we met our third companion there. Henk had arrived had arrived a few hours before us. The three of us had breakfast, then a long wait started. We needed to entertain ourselves for about ten hours straight. Luckily there were family members waiting for the same flight.
In Rajkot I saw a completely different side of India. There wasn’t as much dirt, the sun was shining more (since there’s almost no smog) and seemed smaller. We were just a taxi drive away from our ...
... so we could have our own space, he explained. He dropped us off so we could catch up on some sleep (overnight buses in India are not exactly restful) and get ourselves sorted for lunch at the family home. We were feeling pretty spoiled already!
The first thing we learned about Gujarati folk is that they really love their food. You should have seen the spread that awaited us when we arrived for lunch. Buttered roti fresh from the hotplate, crunchy papadums, ...
... his Rohits mixed up from his Ishants, and with more pressing matters to attend to (more aviators to purchase), we left the hotel to whoops and hollers (for the team not us)
The day of the game arrived, my lurgy had gotten worse, alarm blaring away, and I wondered whether to cut my losses, stay in bed and watch the game on TV. An hour later and we - myself, Eggman and recently arrived Mr Long were Stadium-bound in ...