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How to be a Handmade Hero: Part 6 – Cooking, kittens, fair trade fun and escape to Jakarta

Posted by on 16 Feb, 2013 in Animals, Charity knits, Craftivist Jigsaw Project, Indonesia, Once in a Lifetime Stuff, People, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel, Video | 0 comments

How to be a Handmade Hero: Part 6 – Cooking, kittens, fair trade fun and escape to Jakarta

How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Six – cooking, kittens, fair trade fun and escape to Jakarta. Featuring Come Dine with Me revamped for Indonesia, a small ginger kitten, how buying fair trade can save the world, a mad dash into Jakarta for lovely, lovely fabric, shells wearing googly eyes, and a final goodbye.

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Tatopani to Beni to Baglung to Pokhara: “Happy Jerni to Pasanjar.”

Posted by on 6 Dec, 2008 in Animals, Knitting, Nepal, People, Purl Interrupted, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel, Trekking | 0 comments

On four wheels instead of two feet at last. Now I could relax. Yes, there I was relaxing. Enter disaster, stage right.

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Varanasi: “Welcome to Varanasi.”

Posted by on 1 Dec, 2008 in India, Once in a Lifetime Stuff, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 0 comments

Varanasi: “Welcome to Varanasi.”

People waded into the Ganges to bathe, bent to wash clothes, stood beside the water to place floating lights on its surface, fished about in the depths for errant cricket balls, and in some cases took a quick healing drink (I didn’t join them on that one).

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Jaisalmer (Thar Desert): “In the morning we go to meet your camel.”

Posted by on 27 Nov, 2008 in Animals, India, Knitting, Once in a Lifetime Stuff, People, Purl Interrupted, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 0 comments

I was first introduced to my camel as Michael Jackson (the camel’s name, not mine), but I later found out that his real name was Rallu. A much more camel-sounding name if you ask me.

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Jodhpur: “Excuuuuse me, ma’am! You know what is wool?”

Posted by on 24 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 0 comments

At one point, a bit yarn hungry by now, I happened upon a dusty bag of nasty pink acrylic wool. A small boy leapt from the shadows of the shop, “Excuuuuse me, ma’am! You know what is wool?” he demanded. I did know what is wool. That wasn’t wool.

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Jaipur: “This is no rickshaw! This is Ferrari!”

Posted by on 12 Nov, 2008 in Animals, India, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Taxis and rickshaws, Temples, Travel | 2 comments

An army of monkeys marching down three sides of a narrow alleyway, their tails waving like banners of victory behind them.

Two mud-black pigs caught snuffling through the worst smelling rubbish in a tiny side street, one turning its too-pink nose to pose for the camera.

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