Travel Blogs from Udaipur
... and Liz and I had a date with the Taj Mahal.
I was lucky to meet two wonderful people at a prior event I
went to in Vengurla India back in January.
They took Liz and I on an amazing 6 hour Delhi adventure from monkied
forest parks to rock carved abandoned temples to the craziest crowded Indian
street I will ever find myself being pulled by a bicycle rickshaw in. Electric
wires hung every which way and a one-legged beggar moved faster than ...
... a ********cept to comprehend, but roads seem to just start / end in India. Generally poor roads (and I mean poor) exist with quite large potholes. Without exaggerating, driving "on the footpath" is often a better option: an option often explored by Majar our driver. To the extreme, large 6 lane highways are also common. These just "appear": often after crawling our way along a road.
Some 6 hours ...
... of the celebrations. From our hostel, you
had to walk over a foot bridge to the main square and city palace and
well, here is where our clothes got covered. “HAPPY HOLI!!!!”
Paint on cheek, paint on other cheek, paint on forehead, paint on
chin, paint on hair, paint on nose, hand shake, hug, lift! One after
one after one it took ages to cross the bridge. And it just kept
going, trying to walk up the street but being surrounded and painted
... told not to pour too much of the spicy water in for it was also used as a laxative! None of these dishes were very nice so later we went too a restaurant and I had kebabs that came with a source and also a live cockroach that I didn't order by the way and Beki had some tomato soup that she barley touched because it was so spicy plus she didn't want to come across a creature like I did. so overall today food was pretty ...
... when you’re treading on uncharted territory.
Whew, that was a lot. I apologize.
I leave for Kolkata tomorrow. Hasn’t set in yet. SO ready. I’ll be back here soon but it’s time for me to do what I am meant to do.
PS I read my glamour magazine yesterday while waiting for one of our meetings. First off, I was scandalized by seeing women’s legs. Second, it was wrapped in an NGO annual report as a ...