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Taxis and rickshaws

Amritsar: “You my brother. You my sister.”

Posted by on 6 Nov, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 0 comments

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

Posted by on 20 Oct, 2008 in Animals, India, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 5 comments

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.

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

Posted by on 5 Oct, 2008 in Animals, India, Purl Interrupted, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 2 comments

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?

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