Silver Palace Hotel
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... So when we arrived we got picked up by my uncle and cousin, the father and brother of the groom. As soon as we unpacked in the hotel we got a visitor: Vimlafai, my aunt from Veenendaal. Being around family was characteristic of the whole stay.
The first two days we were shopping for (traditional Indian) clothes, something that would not have been possible without the help of my uncles and aunts. The results can be found in the photo series. ...
... at first. All kinds of vehicles are driving everywhere. In the Netherlands it’s normal to give way, point out the direction you want to go, drive in lanes, stop for signs and traffic lights, etc. Here in India people just drive, they mind enough not to crash. Something I already saw happening three times in the first two weeks.
Most people in India drive motorcycles. Motorcycles are a fast and a cheap way of transportation in a big and crowded ...
... because we met our third companion there. Henk had arrived had arrived a few hours before us. The three of us had breakfast, then a long wait started. We needed to entertain ourselves for about ten hours straight. Luckily there were family members waiting for the same flight.
In Rajkot I saw a completely different side of India. There wasn’t as much dirt, the sun was shining more (since there’s almost no smog) and seemed smaller. We were just a taxi drive away from our ...
... that we couldn't manage another bite.
After a round of chai and yet more nougat, Parth took us around the local sights; a lake and local places of worship (including an interfaith church with Jesus in the lotus position above the alter). That night, Krunnal's mate Prince treated us to dinner at a famous cricketer's restaurant, and introduced us to paan (a bundle of leaf from the betel tree which you chew and spit - we all struggled a bit with this.) ...
After some time on the coast we headed north towards the boom town of Jamnagar, home of the worlds largest oil refinery. A nice journey by train showed more wind turbines than you could shake a stick at in the wilds of the Gujarati desert; nice to see, and maybe goes someway to offset the diesel churning, trash littering landscape that plagues much of India.
After some pantomine negotiations with the auto driver at ...