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... and me and my family washed the groom. In the nighttime we danced till our feet hurt and ate till our bellies were full.
It was not until the fourth day that the couple actually got married. There was a different (third) venue. The arrival of the groom was big. Music, dancing, throwing money, fireworks, you name it! The bride’s entrance was more sophisticated, she was carried in on a big swan. Unfortunately the (religious) ceremony ...
... the cows. Some people even feed them. But there their feces are everywhere.
Walking through the town, the scent changes constantly. On every corner you’ll find small shops on the street, a lot of them sell food. This smell is gorgeous. But it is possible that a couple of meters down the road you will smell urine.
In the daytime there is not a moment of silence. The streets are completely packed with people, shops, traffic and animals. ...
... to sleep well. From the window of the plane there was a clear view of the wonderful city of Istanbul again, this time it was at night. A movie and a meal later we fell asleep.
We woke just before landing in Mumbai. The first image from the window wasn’t as clear as the one of Istanbul, Mumbai was full of smog. On the ground everything was at least as dirty as it looked from the air. The beautiful scenery of Turkey changed into the dirty looks of Mumbai.
... on an overnight bus from Udaipur, and Ben and I both have to confess to feeling somewhat nervous about the whole "stay with my family" thing. We had never even spoken to these people before, and Krunnal (whom Ben had met in NZ, but Asher had not) was still downunder. Would it be awkward? Would they speak English? What would we be doing in Rajkot?
Krunnal's brother Parth met us from the bus, and took us under his wing. An apartment had been arranged for us to ...
... 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 ...