Pink Pearl Hotel & Fun City
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... away from a toilet. Ben was very kind and came back with me to the hotel, where I slept for four hours (with the odd toilet break). While I was sleeping, Ben went to a yoga class. He says, that it was hard work but very rewarding and has made best friends with the yogi, who is one of the most mellow people we have met in India so far. In the afternoon, I was feeling a little better so we went for lunch at a cafe called, Out of the Blue'. I ordered some chips with ...
... of each other, clutching our bags and watching rats crawl over us, we were pleasantly surprised when we had our own beds next to the nicest men on earth. We chatted all evening and they provided a welcome distraction to the audience of men who surrounded us, staring unashamedly. They bought us Chai, looked after our luggage, ran off and bought us biscuits whilst we were asleep, and when we arrived they called our taxi driver and translated for us, then waited with us until ...
... Museum (so woman who was prime minister and got assassinated) then to the Gandhi Museum (the real Gandhi). This Gandhi museum is located where he was killed, and his final steps are marked out on the ground. The final two stops were India Gate (huge war memorial) and parliament.
From there we were taken back to the hotel where we chilled out until it was time to go to the train station. We got some food to take away but that was quickly put aside ...
... to help clean that evening brought my micro-SD card to the table, asking if it was ours. I wobbled my head in agreement like the locals do (apparently it comes naturally to me). After all the effort to maintain an ounce of my dignity and preserve focus on the birth of the big guy, I had absentmindedly left the SD card by the utility sink. Adam looked at me beguilingly. “Long story. I'll tell you at 12:01 a.m.”
Ever so transparent,
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... we met.
It started with our Sikh taxi driver, who talked to us a little about the Indian prime minister, Manmohan Singh. He came into power after the former leader Sonia Ghandi stepped down following protests about her heritage. She is the Italian born wife of the son of the famously assassinated Indira Ghandi – and nothing to do Mahatma Ghandi! Our guy didn’t have much faith in him, despite him being a fellow Sikh - describing him as ...