Sunday, February 24, 2008
I'm Not Very Good At This Posting Regularly Thing
Monday, January 14, 2008
On the Ride From Delhi to Agra
Delhi
Assorted views from the terrace at our Hotel (Hotel Relax, actually quite nice apart from the dirty sheets and lack of heat at night). The people who worked there were incredibly friendly, and arranged a car to take us to and from the Taj Mahal (4.5 hour drive each way) about 30 minutes after we checked in.Saturday, December 15, 2007
al-Hind?!
The parking lot of the Delhi airport is sand.
The Taj Mahal is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, anywhere.
I knocked over some potted plants on the Taj Mahal grounds, and was laughed at loudly by some Indian bitch.
Chai here is something really really special...I won't be able to go back to the chai I used to know and love. This saddens me.
Chicken tikka masala is much the same as it is in your country. But the naan is perhaps a little better.
India is the most colorful and visually spectacular place I could imagine.
There are small monkeys here. They are very cute, with precious hands and fingers.
There are lots of hippies travelling here; I've never felt so preppy in my life. Why does it seem that only strangely dressed folk seem to want to come here?
They don't speak Arabic here, but it's fun to speak Arabic to them when they try to sell you things.
I think I need to come back here.
Tomorrow I am flying to the Sikkim region. Look it up; there's mountains there.
The Taj Mahal is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, anywhere.
I knocked over some potted plants on the Taj Mahal grounds, and was laughed at loudly by some Indian bitch.
Chai here is something really really special...I won't be able to go back to the chai I used to know and love. This saddens me.
Chicken tikka masala is much the same as it is in your country. But the naan is perhaps a little better.
India is the most colorful and visually spectacular place I could imagine.
There are small monkeys here. They are very cute, with precious hands and fingers.
There are lots of hippies travelling here; I've never felt so preppy in my life. Why does it seem that only strangely dressed folk seem to want to come here?
They don't speak Arabic here, but it's fun to speak Arabic to them when they try to sell you things.
I think I need to come back here.
Tomorrow I am flying to the Sikkim region. Look it up; there's mountains there.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
I have a lot in common with Lawrence of Arabia
We've both hung out in Wadi Rum!!! Though he was leading a revolt and I joyriding in the back of a pick-up, that's okay.
This was our first group trip (late September), a weekend spent in the spectacular desert of Wadi Rum and the ruins of Petra, both in the south of Jordan, about a three and a half hour drive from Amman. Our first activity was to take a long ride around. It was AWESOME. I think just about everyone in the program has liked Wadi Rum the most out of everywhere we've been.
Kathleen got a call from her host Mom while we were riding about; it was hilarious to watch her talk on her cell phone in the middle of absolutely nowhere.






There were some pretty rad land bridges.

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