Shakti International Puri
VIP Road, Plot No. 83 Puri, Orissa, 752001, India
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Sweating My Bindi Off
... After that we just hid out at our hotel enjoying Harry Potter movies on their tv, airconditioning, and fantastic food. It was nice to go away and see something new and just relax for a hot second.
We had Sunday (today) back in Kolkata, and the three of us (me, Emma and Celia) were quite a bit homesick. Luckily Kolkata has incredible Western luxuries like gigantic airconditioned malls with movie theaters. We avoided the ever rising Kolkata ...
Funny Stories
... our toppling bags on our backs and a flood of warm, mucky water washed over my feet, the cab sped past us. The driver leaned his head out the window and yelled "Bullshiiiittts!", victoriously pumping his fist one last time as he boarded the Howrah Bridge, its shafts illuminated neon blue and purple, and headed back into the pit of the city.
As our laughter faded, I tilted my head up towards the sky and opened my ...
Malaria!
... are some random travelers passing through. A few I'd met in previous cities. In particular, I met John, an Irishman, who has lived for 20 years in London. He stayed in Puri for most of my week in the dorm and did stuff while I slept and recovered. He has a wife and 2 kids back in London. He played guitar in a band but decided that band life was too much for him and he was done with it. I lived vicariously through him. On one trip, he went to an island ...
Puri, Light and Dark
... my safe haven. I trusted the food and the water there. The aesthetics were great. When I was well, I sat under its open air, bamboo and thatched roofs, enjoying the plants, clean and fresh, odor-free quiet as I sipped on pots of milk tea and visited with other travelers at its brightly painted blue and red wooden tables. My rickshaw drivers were the real gems of my stay in Puri. I rotated between two of them, Vijay and Hari, because I couldn't bear ...
Mishi on a Downer
... it had only been the gay German guy.
Mishi said he was going off to stay at Nrsinghas for the night. He found it too hard tolerating our new film watching craze.
Yet he had not been with us much of the time before this anyway, so often going off on his own.
He seemed to have been in phases of restlessness in Puri, having to get out and about, and take his bhang lassi’s.
Whispers of abandonment ...



