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... had lunch and dinner with family.
So the wedding was four days long. The first day was the welcoming party in the garden of a luxurious hotel. Almost everyone was dressed in western dress. Which provided me with a good excuse for me to wear my new (Indian made) suit. This party was the first time I met Riddhi, the bride.
Day two was the official engagement. Of course Suneet and Riddhi were already engaged for a while, but not ...
... 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 ...