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Jaisalmer: “Oh… It go ice.”

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

Jaisalmer: “Oh… It go ice.”

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.

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Udaipur: “Are you jamisponding me?”

Posted by on 22 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Travel | 4 comments

There is really only one thing about Udaipur that people go there for as far as I can tell. A shaken but not stirred thing that is regularly viewed with golden eyes and pointed out with gold fingers, and… oh hell, I cannot be bothered with anymore James Bond hints. You get the idea.

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Bundi: “The work of cobbling rather than men.”

Posted by on 18 Nov, 2008 in Animals, India, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Travel | 8 comments

Bundi: “The work of cobbling rather than men.”

Fort Monkeys, breakfast monkeys, “Your monkey stick doesn’t scare me” monkeys. A whole monkey army of which sat around us as we climbed to the fort, perched on every wall and window, eerily following us with dark monkey eyes…

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Pushkar: “The animals are arriving already!”

Posted by on 14 Nov, 2008 in Animals, India, Once in a Lifetime Stuff, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Travel | 3 comments

Off in the distance camels stretch into as far as the eye can see. Single humped, double humped, dark furred and light, rough haired, and two toed. Chewing with lower teeth jutting out from the split in their floppy camel lips. Adorned with cascades of all-coloured pompoms, plaits, and beaded trinkets, looking proud and silly all at once.

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Pushkar: “Two hundred and thirty four years, and now change!”

Posted by on 13 Nov, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Travel | 1 comment

A Pushkar newpaper seller celebrates Barack Obama’s election victory. He shakes M by the hand, after posing for a photo with his newspaper-displaying bicycle. “Two hundred and thirty four years,” he tells us excitedly, “and now change!”

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