Temples

Kathmandu: “These eyes are considered very beautiful.”

Posted by Deadly Knitshade on 12 Dec, 2008 in Nepal, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Space Invaders, Temples, Travel | 9 comments

Kathmandu. I have always wanted to come to Kathmandu, though I didn’t really know anything about it. The name alone convinced me it was somewhere I needed to see. What did this Cat Man look like?

Orchha: “Hello Auntie!”

Posted by Deadly Knitshade on 28 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, My Knits, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Temples, Travel | 1 comment

It is the place where I finished my first ever sock. In a restaurant where rats ran in and out of the kitchen, jumping off shelves and around jars, causing a French woman to feed her dinner to a passing street dog and say to the owner “You should beeee ashaaaaaamed of your restauran’, eeet eeeez full of rats!” before storming out.

Agra (Taj Mahal): “A teardrop on the face of eternity”

Posted by Deadly Knitshade on 27 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, My Knits, Once in a Lifetime Stuff, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Temples, Travel | 4 comments

The Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore called the Taj Mahal “A teardrop on the face of eternity” according to my trusty Lonely Planet. Which leaves me feeling that nothing I say can really better that. Still I’ll give it a go…

Jaisalmer: “Oh… It go ice.”

Posted by Deadly Knitshade on 25 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, My Knits, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Temples, Travel | 3 comments

It is clear to me that the waiter has the power to freeze water at will, and that sometimes, maybe when he has spilled birayani down a customer who would have been a big tipper, or a cow gouged at him on the way to work because he looked at it funny, he loses control of his power and ends up showing it to us mere mortals in the form of sudden soft drink freezing.

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

Posted by Deadly Knitshade 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.

Amritsar – Diwali at the Golden Temple: “Are you happy?”

Posted by Deadly Knitshade on 8 Nov, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Temples, Travel | 0 comments

I was accosted by a whole crowd of Sikhs outside the temple who stood around giggling as a small boy, with arms much stronger than his skinny frame let on, tied my head scarf on so tight I worried I may have to surgically remove it after.