There's a terrifying thing in India that no traveler can avoid: the toilet paper situation in public restrooms. It's like finding tissue paper of 24 karat gold on the rare and joyous occasion when it is there. This video shows a toilet in the Goa airport, which you'd think would be maintained more than the average bathroom. You'd think.
And then we strapped ourselves in for our flight home on Kingfisher Airlines, which happens to be a stellar airline. John & I had their trademark promotional "La la la la la ley, yo!" song in our heads for days.
John, this one's for you!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Goa: Part 3
When we said we were going to Goa all advice lead towards a night a Tito's. It's one of the most famous clubs in all of India. The music started out great but went downhill. This is where I discovered that all Indian clubs in the year 2009 play Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" about once every hour. It's a requirement.
Pay close attention to the guy Jen is dancing with at the window. He was one of the biggest creepers we have ever come across. This mystery stalker man stared at us through the back door window for at least an hour, tapping his foot to the beat that he could apparently hear, until finally Jen mimicked his moves through the glass. It was an epic moment.
The girls being girls at Tito's:
We stayed at suites in the Paradise Beach Village Resort: www.paradisevillage.org
It was just what we wanted: not a huge, generic, overdeveloped resort, while still being large enough and clean, and a 2 minute walk to the beach.
Luckily we were able to enjoy a cooling swim at the hotel pool before we left:
Pay close attention to the guy Jen is dancing with at the window. He was one of the biggest creepers we have ever come across. This mystery stalker man stared at us through the back door window for at least an hour, tapping his foot to the beat that he could apparently hear, until finally Jen mimicked his moves through the glass. It was an epic moment.
The girls being girls at Tito's:
We stayed at suites in the Paradise Beach Village Resort: www.paradisevillage.org
It was just what we wanted: not a huge, generic, overdeveloped resort, while still being large enough and clean, and a 2 minute walk to the beach.
Luckily we were able to enjoy a cooling swim at the hotel pool before we left:
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Goa: Part 2
A couple notes on this video:
1. I did not include a clip of the man on the beach who cleans ears for a living, and presented a photo book of customers "in action" as a promotional device.
2. The last part is taken at the Hungry Horse restaurant where Jon & I ate one night. Every horse poster the owners could get their hands on was on the walls. It didn't matter what it said. Hence the strange poster in the end...
1. I did not include a clip of the man on the beach who cleans ears for a living, and presented a photo book of customers "in action" as a promotional device.
2. The last part is taken at the Hungry Horse restaurant where Jon & I ate one night. Every horse poster the owners could get their hands on was on the walls. It didn't matter what it said. Hence the strange poster in the end...
Goa: Part 1
We left for Goa in the South of India on January 30, the next weekend after the Rajasthan trip. In fact, we've been going somewhere nearly every weekend we've been here. Goa was a true relaxing vacation, in an atmosphere that seems like a cross between India and Hawaii.
January 20
I forgot to mention Obama's inauguration. I had video for this but it's gone now so old fashioned words will have to do. On the highly anticipated day, the expats celebrated by going to the single most recognized American company: McDonald's. The thing is, sine so many Indians are vegetarians, and people don't eat beef, the food is very different. It's actually edible. I was a fan of the Maharaja Mac and the Pizza McPuff. They also have french fries that you can put into a bag, shake around with spice and then eat as seasoned fries.
India Mickey D's is not as good as the scrumptious vegetarian food you find elsewhere, but it's not something to fear either.
India Mickey D's is not as good as the scrumptious vegetarian food you find elsewhere, but it's not something to fear either.
Outsourced
If you want to get a sense for what India is like, at least from an American perspective, watch the movie Outsourced.
We saw this after a couple weeks in the country - just long enough to be able to appreciate the string of cultural references and have experienced many of them firsthand.
One of my favorite parts is when the American guy is talking to the Indian couple about his relationship back home. He had a girlfriend but wasn't ready to get married. The couple doesn't seem to comprehend this. The woman asks how old he is (early to mid thirties) and she exclaims "My goodness! You're old enough to be a grandfather!"
We saw this after a couple weeks in the country - just long enough to be able to appreciate the string of cultural references and have experienced many of them firsthand.
One of my favorite parts is when the American guy is talking to the Indian couple about his relationship back home. He had a girlfriend but wasn't ready to get married. The couple doesn't seem to comprehend this. The woman asks how old he is (early to mid thirties) and she exclaims "My goodness! You're old enough to be a grandfather!"
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Rajasthan Trip: Part 8 - THE FINAL EPISODE!
Jan. 23-36
When I told a co-worker friend who shall remain nameless that I was going to Jodhpur and Jaisalmer, she said "Oh you should get these cookies. They have liquor in them called Bhang. They make you feel funny." Her request was for me to bring back 4 of them.
Liquor cookies huh? Seemed harmless enough. But when I explained the Bhang cookie to my driver and Megan (an American who has lived here for over a year), I was told the truth: these do not contain alcohol but in fact something else.
Did she actually expect me to pass questionable items across state lines? I happen to value my freedom...
When I told a co-worker friend who shall remain nameless that I was going to Jodhpur and Jaisalmer, she said "Oh you should get these cookies. They have liquor in them called Bhang. They make you feel funny." Her request was for me to bring back 4 of them.
Liquor cookies huh? Seemed harmless enough. But when I explained the Bhang cookie to my driver and Megan (an American who has lived here for over a year), I was told the truth: these do not contain alcohol but in fact something else.
Did she actually expect me to pass questionable items across state lines? I happen to value my freedom...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Rajasthan Trip: Part 5
Jan 23-36
Riding camels is cool - more regal than horseback since you're higher up. Our camels each had names:
Carla's: Babaloo
Jon's: Bubbles
Megan's: Micheal Jackson (side note: the people of Jaisalmer appear to be big MJ fans, since we came across two things named after him during our two days there. The other was a puppet.)
Jen's: Rockette
Sherry's: couldn't remember but thinks "it had an r and z so something like Ritztec"
But the real fun begins when you race. On the home stretch, we kicked it up a notch and the strong yet graceful athletic prowess of Babaloo left the others in the dust...or should I say sand.
The others thought it strange that while racing I handed the remainder of my 40 to Tak, my 9 year old guide. But Tak was too busy as a winning jockey to think about underage drinking, and I couldn't bear to litter in the beauty of the desert.
Plus I wanted to finish my beer.
The card game I taught the child guides was war. I thought this was a good game, but apparently they thought it was easy. Tough crowd. Still, I got them smiling.
Riding camels is cool - more regal than horseback since you're higher up. Our camels each had names:
Carla's: Babaloo
Jon's: Bubbles
Megan's: Micheal Jackson (side note: the people of Jaisalmer appear to be big MJ fans, since we came across two things named after him during our two days there. The other was a puppet.)
Jen's: Rockette
Sherry's: couldn't remember but thinks "it had an r and z so something like Ritztec"
But the real fun begins when you race. On the home stretch, we kicked it up a notch and the strong yet graceful athletic prowess of Babaloo left the others in the dust...or should I say sand.
The others thought it strange that while racing I handed the remainder of my 40 to Tak, my 9 year old guide. But Tak was too busy as a winning jockey to think about underage drinking, and I couldn't bear to litter in the beauty of the desert.
Plus I wanted to finish my beer.
The card game I taught the child guides was war. I thought this was a good game, but apparently they thought it was easy. Tough crowd. Still, I got them smiling.
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