Tatopani to Beni to Baglung to Pokhara: “Happy Jerni to Pasanjar.”
On four wheels instead of two feet at last. Now I could relax. Yes, there I was relaxing. Enter disaster, stage right.
Read MoreVaranasi: “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).
Read MoreJaisalmer (Thar Desert): “In the morning we go to meet your camel.”
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.
Read MoreJodhpur: “Excuuuuse me, ma’am! You know what is wool?”
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.
Read MoreJaipur: “This is no rickshaw! This is Ferrari!”
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.
Read MoreAmritsar: “You my brother. You my sister.”
Gap-toothed rickshaw driver to the rescue! He lead us out into the street next to his chugging steed “No worry.” He told us through his festive grin. He motioned to the boys “You my brother. You my brother. You my brother.” Then with a pat on my shoulder “You my sister. Come. I find you room.”
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