jujube
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I'm baaaack.......battered, broke and bewitched. First thing I did was take a shower and then sleep for 14 hours straight.....didn't wake up once. The Spousal Equivalent had to come in a couple of times to see if I still had a pulse. Yesterday I was in a fog all day.
What a trip! Had to spend a night sleeping on the cold floor in the cold Paris airport at a 1000-guest slumber party, compliments of Air France's utter disregard for customer service. We almost got re-routed through Moscow, then Singapore, but ended up only two days late to Delhi. Since we had planned getting there two days early to acclimatize ourselves, we didn't miss any of our tour. Air France, of course, managed to misplace our bags for the first eight days of the trip (they were apparently sitting in Paris with everyone else's stuff). Thank goodness, I had an extra outfit and some underwear in my carry-on. I learned that I could get by on a lot less than I thought I could. That's a valuable lesson.
I'm hobbling around with a broken toe, but otherwise got by swimmingly, even with the aftermath of the double pneumonia. I realized I'm a tougher old broad than I thought I was.
I'll post pics over on the travel forum when I get my head together. I woke up at 2 a.m. this morning, well, sort of woke up, and there was a camel and elephant caravan going through my bedroom. I got in a panic because I didn't know where I was, I couldn't find my backpack and I realized I wasn't wearing pants (that was the worst part....LOL). It was only when I realized that what I thought was a small oil lamp beside me was actually my electric alarm clock on the bed table that I was able to pull myself together. I can't tell you how real it seemed to be.....I could even hear and smell the animals.
India was an assault on the senses. India was an opening of the consciousness. India was....well....India. There's nothing quite like it and it's not for the faint of heart. The dichotomy between the splendor and the squalor is hard to get your head around. The people are wonderful. The drivers are both homicidal and suicidal at the same time. The smog is horrible. The crowds are overwhelming. The food is fantastic (as long as you stay away from these little green chilis that look like string beans.....I thought my head was going to explode.) The skinny cows and mangy dogs wandering around everywhere will break your heart.
Anyway, I'm glad I went and I'm glad I'm back home.
What a trip! Had to spend a night sleeping on the cold floor in the cold Paris airport at a 1000-guest slumber party, compliments of Air France's utter disregard for customer service. We almost got re-routed through Moscow, then Singapore, but ended up only two days late to Delhi. Since we had planned getting there two days early to acclimatize ourselves, we didn't miss any of our tour. Air France, of course, managed to misplace our bags for the first eight days of the trip (they were apparently sitting in Paris with everyone else's stuff). Thank goodness, I had an extra outfit and some underwear in my carry-on. I learned that I could get by on a lot less than I thought I could. That's a valuable lesson.
I'm hobbling around with a broken toe, but otherwise got by swimmingly, even with the aftermath of the double pneumonia. I realized I'm a tougher old broad than I thought I was.
I'll post pics over on the travel forum when I get my head together. I woke up at 2 a.m. this morning, well, sort of woke up, and there was a camel and elephant caravan going through my bedroom. I got in a panic because I didn't know where I was, I couldn't find my backpack and I realized I wasn't wearing pants (that was the worst part....LOL). It was only when I realized that what I thought was a small oil lamp beside me was actually my electric alarm clock on the bed table that I was able to pull myself together. I can't tell you how real it seemed to be.....I could even hear and smell the animals.
India was an assault on the senses. India was an opening of the consciousness. India was....well....India. There's nothing quite like it and it's not for the faint of heart. The dichotomy between the splendor and the squalor is hard to get your head around. The people are wonderful. The drivers are both homicidal and suicidal at the same time. The smog is horrible. The crowds are overwhelming. The food is fantastic (as long as you stay away from these little green chilis that look like string beans.....I thought my head was going to explode.) The skinny cows and mangy dogs wandering around everywhere will break your heart.
Anyway, I'm glad I went and I'm glad I'm back home.
