PRINCESS GINGER'S BIRTHDAY
Trip Start Sep 02, 2012
42Trip End Oct 10, 2012
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The Kishan Palace
Wake at 4.30am to get ready to catch the train to Pushkar. First thing Fred does is wish me happy birthday and hand me a card that he had written a verse in himself. I'd like to share that with you.
Birthdays come, birthdays go
But one in India - Anything goes
You go for everything
You give it your lot
But unfortunately for you, you got the trots
But Hey !!! What does it matter
It will all pan out
On this special day, after one more clearout
So my Darling, so my love
You will always be my turtle dove.
Fred can be such a romantic old Muppet!
At 5.30am 5 Kamakazie auto-rickshaw drivers turned up to take us to the station. Only one of them was using headlights. We had a 20 minute white knuckle ride in the dark with several close encounters on the way. We asked our driver why he wasn't using his head lights? He said "No need after 5.30am". I said, "But it's pitch black". He said "Yes, but it will be light soon". There is no answer to that - something to do with Indian logic
It's always madness when you board the train. You can buy a seat with a designated number or you can pay less and hope that you manage to get a seat and don't have to stand for 6 hrs. For the first 3 hrs we were very lucky, we had spare seats across from us, so we were able to spread out a bit. Behind us were kids from a boys school & girls school. The girls were about 12yrs old, and they behaved just like any other young girls from any other country around the world - they never stopped singing, clapping, laughing, or all talking at once. In fact, the noise on the train was almost deafening, but never lacking atmosphere, as one little drama after the other played itself out.
Gradually the train started to fill up and we were confined to our own seats. A family moved in across from us and I have never seen so much stuff packed into such a small area - it was literally everything but the kitchen sink! They must have fannied around for a good hour arranging and re-arranging stuff. The wife just got settled when along came the conductor. The husband stood up and invited the conductor to sit down while he checked their tickets, and next minute the wife slaps a bowl of rice on the conductors lap, ladles in a bit of curry and hands him some Nan! All this happens very quickly and unexpectedly for the conductor who is now having lunch - whether he wanted it or not! With every mouthful of rice he eats the wife replenishes his bowl with more. After 10 mins he manages to stand up and make his exit. His uniform looked quite smart when he sat down, but not any more, he had grains of rice all over him and a bit of a food- slide going on down his jacket. While all this was taking place, the husband had taken himself off, when he returned, and whilst his wife's back was turned, a very cute little old man (who strongly resembled Ghandi) had sat in the husband's place. The husband was trying to explain to Mr Ghandi that he had taken his seat. Or was it his seat? Was the feeding of the conductor a diversionary ploy? Anyway Mr Ghandi had his own tactics, he kept smiling and wobbling his head in a way that only Indians can do, and all the while not saying a word. In the end the husband threw in the towel, he had met his match. Well done Mr Ghandi, seat rage avoided.
After we finished the main meal, Doris, Fred and Maddie stood up and started dishing out pieces of paper. Doris then announced to me that she hasd written me a birthday song. Why am I not surprised! I would now like to share this touching tribute with you. Sung to the tune of Yellow Submarine:
1. Oh today's a special day
For Princess Ginger to celebrate
A pamper day with tasty bits
that's if she hasn't still got the shits
She's been ill for half the trip
Rip Van winkle with her long kips
Lots of vomiting and shits
Fred's been mopping up all her bits
Chorus: We all know that our Ginger's 62
You don't believe it's true?
She's deffo 62
We all know that our Ginger's 62
Disillusioned she may be
She thinks she's 33
2. We've been to Delhi and Jailsamer
And now Pushkar
And our guide DJ's
A lovely bloke
It was mental on the train
But it was blissful in the pool
Camels farting on the trek
Though kicking Fred was very cruel
3. So she'll share this special day
Inviting new friends to birthday tea
And she might behave herself
But there can be no guarantee
Chorus to finish.
Thanks Doris, that was very special, and thanks to the rest of the group for jumping on Doris's whacky bandwagon and making it a memorable birthday. When the singing finished, the lights went down and DJ came out with a big cream birthday cake! This has just been so much fun, I will always remember this birthday.
PS I apologise for the Princess on the throne photo - the group said that if it didn't go on the blog it was going on youtube. Fred has a lot to answer for.