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Varanasi: “Breaking news”

Posted by on 1 Dec, 2008 in India, Nepal, People, Purl Interrupted, Trains, Travel | 2 comments

We broke for the Indian border on the 28th of December with a feeling of relief, sadness, and excitement to see new places and get away from ones that suddenly didn’t feel so safe.

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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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Orchha: “Hello Auntie!”

Posted by 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.

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

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

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

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…

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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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