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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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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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Jodhpur: “Excuuuuse me, ma’am! You know what is wool?”

Posted by on 24 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 0 comments

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.

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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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