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Meanwhile, back in the village….Coming to a country like
this gives one the opportunity to reflect on owns own life and especially the
luxuries that we can easily take for granted.
The village was set on a very steep hill and at the top, on the roofs of
a couple of houses, were dozens of neatly made, round, fresh tiles made of cow
dung. The dung, we had learned from Ashwami, is collected daily, then moulded
by hand and ...
... amazing to watch.
As if the camel dancing was not enough of a draw for the crowds of people both western and domestic tourists alike with their cameras at the ready for the best shot, the ‘king of the fair’ turned up, we were told that he has been the winner for several years running of the camel decorating competition and is quite famous for it, along with him were drummers and a
Yet another poor sleep in India but early starts often go hand in hand in that department.
A few further things from yesterday missed in the rush to get the blog out: 1) looking up from a book to see cows heading down a road is a quintessential Indian scene 2) roomie wants an extra night in Bangkok, not Kolkata...better digs for the tourist 3) the City Palace at night was lit up 4) Mr Miniature was at the cooking class and confirmed it was a woman and not a horse [but he had ...
... did appreciate her as such above all. This scenario had the potential to reoccur on several occasions but although it ultimately took an ever heavier toll on my emotional stability, I accepted the low as part of a whole and seemed to manage to go along more or less. That was until one early morning at the guest house I was staying at in Pushkar where I accompanied Bar and her friends as the male presence that often saves young women from so much unpleasantness if not plain ...
... fact that we were doing henna on each
others which led to (thank goodness) a couple of Indian women pleading us to
stop and telling us to have their niece do it properly. So there we were, crammed into a tiny
sleeping space with perhaps 10 large Indian women getting our henna done by a girl
on her way to a wedding as they all talked about us and the upcoming
wedding. Heaven. Little did we know what was waiting for us at
the end of that train ...