Rishikesh: Revenge of the Still-Mooing Steak

Posted by on Oct 26, 2008 in Animals, India, Purl Interrupted, Travel | No Comments

Before now I have had no reason to fear the cow. I have cheerfully chewed my way through still-mooing steak for as long as I can remember. They must have known, though I have been veggie since we got here, because three days ago the cows took back the power…

Rishikesh: Himalaya-side Knitting

It’s sort of chilly up here with the Himalayas peering down your neck, so it makes sense there should be knitted goodies all over the shop. I am most impressed by many-coloured two-toed socks which seem to have been fashioned for aliens.

Aurangabad to Dehli: “What are you weaving?”

“Don’t worry. The cockroaches won’t hurt you.” by a smiling be-turbaned Sikh youth as I got warily into bed.

Aurangabad – Ajanta and Ellora Caves: “Please, picture?”

It is quite frankly all kinds of magnificent to stand in the dark with the cool cave floor beneath the soles of your feet, peering up at a carefully and adoringly carved image of so many people’s faith.

Mumbai: “Excuse me, you want to be in a Bollywood film?”

Mumbai. Once Bombay (they just call Bombay Mix ‘Mix’ here), and now Mumbai, but still Bombay to half the people here leaving us all a bit confused really.

Arumbol to Mumbai: “Jesus loves your clothes”

Posted by on Oct 18, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Travel | 3 Comments

having my clothes washed by Jesus (a large Indian man in a white shirt with the word Jezu emblazoned in bright red on the front) and his grinning, giggly wife (who found her joke that women’s pants cost less to wash than men’s because “they’re so small!” so hilarious her smile took over her whole face (she hadn’t seen how big my pants actually are at this point.

Arumbol: “Why like this?”

Posted by on Oct 10, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Travel | 6 Comments

Safely relieved of at least some of your money, it’s either that or a “Why like this?” the seller lament that leads you to much soul searching. Why am I like this? What’s wrong with me? Should I want a mango? Am I lacking something?

Palolem to Arumbol: “The hell was full…so I came back”

So I’d like to introduce you all to the wonder that is the Indian Road. The Indian road is like a montage of every major genre of movie all conveniently played on the widescreen that is the windscreen of your you-want-taxi-lady?

Mumbai to Goa: “Chicken lollipop? Chicken lollipop?”

Night train food seller songs “Spring rollllllll, chickeny rollllllllll” “Soup. Soup. Tomato soup.” “Cheese sandwich?” (that one got me sitting up straight. Cheese sarnies and curry. I was born to eat here). “Chicken lollipop! Chicken lollipop? Chicken lollipop?” insistent look, shake of head, shrug.