Today marks the beginning of my third week in India. It feels life if it was just yesterday that I arrived to Jaipur and met my first tuk-tuk driver who, by the way, ripped us off. Two hundred rupees for 5 minutes. An extra hundred per bag – and he drops one of them in a puddle.
The most important thing you’ll ever learn in India is that everything is possible. Monkeys know that as well which is why one of them sneaked into the girls’ bedroom on Saturday morning and stole – out of all things – a juice box.The Asian girl, who was the only person in that room as that time, decided to chase the thief only to find out that there were more monkeys waiting by the kitchen. Retreat.
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There is no way to lose Ember today. He stepped in cow shit and he has trouble cleaning his slippers. He leaves brown traces behind him wherever he goes. Like a Chinese Hansel with cow feces instead of stones and bread.
The other Chinese people have decided to spend the day around city palace. We’re 14 now, which makes the job easier. AIESEC Udaipur people accompany us as we explore the city. They’re energetic people. They teach Meead some Indian dance moves. Where? In the bus.
Continue reading “Day 13: Venice of the Far-East (2)”
That’s an equivalent of f*ck in Italian. The exact translation may be too graphic and Mom is probably reading the blog, so I won’t explain it. You can ask Giacomo if you want. Meead doesn’t say “bad words” in Arabic. Just in Malaysian, Chinese, Italian, German. I’m considering teaching her one in French.
I was lucky enough to be the first to hop on the bus. I got the front seat which means one thing: more leg space.
“Good morning. Toilet!”
Continue reading “Day 12: Venice of the Far-East (1)”
I can be stubborn when I want to. Just ask Mom. I decide not to take a tuk-tuk to the travel agency. I need to walk around and learn how to not get lost around Ashok Chowk. I get Meead to go with me.
Anne already gave me directions. Roundabout. The street that is challenging to cross. First right. Third or fourth left. We stop a couple of times on the way to make sure that we’re on the right track.
Continue reading “Day 11: Evvie plays Riptide”
Marwan is making an omelet. He jokes around and says he used camel eggs. Only Ali could turn a discreet comment made in Shasha’s tiny kitchenette in an opportunity to tease Meead.
If she ever asks you if camels lay eggs, you just lie and say yes.
“Didn’t you know? Camels lay eggs.”
She doesn’t believe it, of course. She comes from Oman where camels are to Omanis what cows are to Indians. Probably.
Continue reading “Day 10: Camels lay eggs”
I was pouring water on a statue while Giacomo held burning encens sticks and the Hindu priests recited verses in Hindi that Meead would have probably understood. The inside of the temple is dark, humid and wet – it’s right next to the kund, the sacred pool. I’m only wearing socks and I have already spotted two mice. Continue reading “Day 9: The way back”
If you don’t count the chicken on the pizza –not actually italian pizza but American shit, according to Giacomo – we got delivered to Babylon, I have been a vegetarian for over a week. I adapted to the food. What used to be spicy isn’t so spicy anymore. I just keep a bottle of water next to me when I’m eating at the IIRM, just to be safe. Continue reading “Day 7: Italian Survivor Pasta”