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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... for cars (on my bike)! That was the scariest thing that has happened on this trip so far. Eventually the night came and I saw the wonder that is the Van Gogh bike path, a regular concrete path embedded with stones that harness energy from the sun and one solar panel set at the beginning of the path, which then glow as the sun sets in the famous pattern. It is truly extraordinary in the dark, and I am so glad I waited several hours at the bike path to see it in the dark. ...
... Gonna be a long day!! We walk to our bus and luckily find the right station. The bus shows up, we get in and are relieved to be sitting in this air conditioned bus for the next 2 hours! Nice ride! We arrive at the concert and its at this giant open park and it's beautiful. It's also scorching hot and humid. Luckily there are plenty of spots with shade so we spend most of the time laying in the grass and drinking some beers. It reminds me a lot of Coachella. They ...
... courtyard of the main castle.
The first door we came to, just up a flight of tiny stairs made for babies' feet, had our three names written on it. Already excited just to see our room, we couldn't even imagine the amazingness we would find. I opened the door, which had a very heavy metal latch that stuck a bit, to find a dark, tiny, winding staircase. What. There was nothing for it but to head up into the darkness. We opened the door at the top ...
... for longer.
Back to Delhi…this time me and Rakesh take the night train! Better for my arm and back, who are both not doing very well. Seen yet another doctor in Pushkar as my hand kept swelling like a balloon! So on antibiotics again…and going to the hospital in Delhi…again. A routine I don’t wanna continue much longer! Rakesh is busy with tailor work, so I ask Hiralal to meet me, a Nepali friend who is in Delhi as well at the mo. Delhi ...
Ever since we arrived home in Nuenen early yesterday afternoon, I have been marvelling at how quiet it is here. There are no car horns beeping, no people shouting, no sirens wailing, no fireworks exploding, no celebratory gunfire cracking, etc, etc. In fact, there is nothing but the occasional timid sounds of birdcall and for some time this silence has been deafening. It is difficult to ignore. It is difficult to stop questioning whether my ears are perhaps blocked. It ...