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... from the walls and the carpet did not possess
enough thread to qualify as “threadbare”. There was a musty feel and smell to the place
which did not bode well for a tasty meal.
We were, by this time more than a little tired and, faced
with this hovel, began considering the rubber pizza option as exciting. How
wrong could we have been? As usual, despite having the appearance of a rubbish
tip, the boys here produced the ...
... outside, hardly fair. New Years was a indian buffet, a fire pit,hidden booze again and a dance floor. Naveen after several hours convinced me to dance indian style. I was pathetic, he was fantastic! Gail had already been up there for hours before us, dancing with the locals. One irritating thing though as Indians dance to 30 seconds of a song then switch it! Just as I was getting my groove on, swap! Again groove, swap! ...
... he moves the rope so we can go all round the room. He also takes us off in to a couple of guest rooms which are locked and a room downstairs. In there, there is a huge wooden contraption with an enormous handle which two men turned. This blew air up in to the Maharaja's bedroom and was the next best thing to air conditioning. The guy has let us see things we would not have otherwise, so on the way out I give him a pound which is what we paid to get in ...
... the grad finale the Taj Mahal. They have camel rides available for the ride up so of course we do it. Some kids try to steal out waters from the back when we take turns getting on the camel. Their as obnoxious as the mokneys but they do recognize honeysing and start singing a few songs. Once we got inside mind blown this place is huge. Very beautiful very cool. We walk around take some funny pics and wait for sunset. At ...
... still small enough that my father would sometimes pick me up when he came home from work. He was carrying me around the kitchen (which was very exciting, as I could see what was on top of the hutch, the refrigerator, mysterious and appealing places when you are very small and curious), and then for some reason I looked at his arm holding me. He had blond hairs growing on his arm, and I pulled one, trying to get it to come out. ...