Hotel Sagar International Lucknow

... reason why one would not want to go to India in one place. There were no seats so we stood on the platform for a few hours and waited. I never stood that long at Yom Kippur. Manuel and I would not budge. There was a large family sitting on the platform next to us. They brought their lunch in bags as we had lunches packed by the hotel. (We knew we would not want anything on the train). Let me ...

... and silent staring. Praying patiently for the journey to end. I just wanted to jump in a tuk-tuk and high speed it to a hotel and I'll be in heaven.<br><br>Although with hindsight. Being sick on a travel day, although highly inconvenient is very time efficient. No thats bollocks. It was like going to work with a hangover x10 with no option of a little phone call and a cough to get you out of dodge city.<br><br>

... man again it turned out he was the chef too!!) ...... I have never encountered a kebab like it and never want to again ...a wilting sausage more like .... gross!!!!!<br><br>so we went off to the train station in the hope of booking an express train to DElhi ... on the way the pedal rickshaw driver decided to give us a grand tour instead .....we went miles ..we were yelling at him 'where are you going' he couldnt understand English and just kept ...

... that I saw was a group of children come charging after the bus, screaming and waving and calling their friends to come and join them. They were all there to greet us when the bus stopped, all shouting 'hello' and 'photo, photo'. Such beautiful faces with black, shiny eyes and big wide smiles, filled with tiny pearly white teeth. Their complexions were enviable and their hair was sleek and in really good condition. Their clothes were tatty but ...

... pussycat. It's great to see in their environment. The doctor through interpreter thought the spotted forehead was due to some allergy, he disappeared for 10 minutes and came back with 4 sets of medicines on top of the anti-biotics I self prescribed. His after hour onsite consult and medicines costed 200 rupees. ($7). It is still a mistery as to what caused the spots, I am putting it down to me being allergic to ****. The Maharaja had a talk on ...

... and get married, but then something happens (I couldn't understand quite what) and they are pulled apart. Because the story was narrated in Hindi, I couldn't pick up much about the storyline and decided to just focus on the dancing. My teacher was the "lead dancer" in this piece, playing the part of the main woman in the story. She was fantastic, and though I know that few months of lessons won't teach me how to dance nearly as well as her, it made me feel good to ...

... person took a turn at waving the oil lamps in front of the shrine. After everyone had gotten up to the shrine, the ceremony ended and people began to collect their things to go home. It was now about 9pm, and Sharon and I, having work the next day, were eager to get home as well. However, before we could leave, one of the yogi's family members invited us up to his family's apartment for chai. We tried to decline, explaining that it was very late, but the man ...

... se cambiaron a las literas, al lado nuestra y nos explicaron que si le pagas algo al revisor lo puedes convencer para que te deje quedarte. Despues hubo una especie de peleita, entre dos pasajeros porque no habia numero de vagon y dos pasajeros tenian el mismo numero pero eran de vagones diferente pero al no haber ningun numero empezaron a pelearse, hasta que vino el revisor. Obviamente todo el vagon estaba pendiente de lo que pasaba, que graciosos y que cotillas. buenas noches.

... relieved!! I think the landlady had been worried too, since she rushed out to open the gate for us. For dinner, Sharon and I made our first attempt at cooking. We decided to cook some rice and these dried soy nuggets that we'd found at the grocery store. The rice turned out fine, but because we weren't exactly sure how to prepare the soy nuggets and hadn't purchased any spices yet (other than salt), they came out a bit chewy and bland-tasting. Although it wasn't the ...

... Every few second throughout the morning a mobile phone would shrill and the caller, invariably another brother or sister (there were 12 in total, not to mention all the husbands, wives, cousins and uncles), would be passed from hand to hand for comprehensive well-wishing. Aunty Bobby, a wry chirpy chain-smoking middle-aged widow was the hub around which the party twirled. Uncle (of the family-friend variety) Porky, real name ...