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| January 28 - February 3, 1996 | Jaipur --> Pushkar | We could always stalk them... |
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After crashing a few rickshaws and injuring their drivers, we decided we had better leave Agra, so we headed for the next place on the Rahjastan circuit; Jaipur. After being forced to stiff a moto-rickshaw driver for trying to hustle us, we arrived at the Jaipur Inn, and our lives changed forever. Well, not right then. We spent the evening eating at the "buffet" on the roof and chatting by the fire with a guy named Pushy, who turned out to be the owner of the hotel. Across the rooftop we noticed three girls and (eventually) invited them to join us. Gry, Marte and Tanja were from Norway and we showed them the video we had shot in Europe and generally wooed them for the next couple hours. Unfortunately, they had already booked a train to Pushkar the next day and it couldn't be changed. We suggested a hotel in Pushkar and said maybe we'd see them there. As soon as they were gone we raced to the train station, changed all our plans and were hot on their trail. We found them in Pushkar, had a few meals together, did trust falls off a wall, and were inseparable from then on. |
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| February 3 - 7, 1996 | Udaipur | Flying Temples and Octa-fitte |
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Getting from the hippy-dippy town of Pushkar to Udaipur required an unexpected stop in the infamous Shithorn.
A train had apparently derailed leaving us stranded in Chittorgarh, a town where apparently the local traditions are
ultra-crappy accomodations and a car horn festival every night, all night. Hence: Shithorn. But, we woke up, picked the fleas from each others hair and went on our way. Udaipur, our first (of many) Venice of the East, is a beautiful town with a lake and soft mountains. Distinguished by being the place where Octopussy was filmed,that film is therefore shown nearly round the clock. We spent a lot of time just getting to know each other and enjoying this beautiful, peaceful town. Made a trip to Nehru Park on an island in the lake and rubbed elbows with India's elite, found a good restaurant after much searching, and enjoyed a sunrise from the roof of the Monsoon Palace. |
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| February 7 - 19, 1996 | Diu | Beaches and Moped Gangs |
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After 26 hours of traveling by every means imaginable, we arrived in Diu and settled
in for the beach life for a while. Diu is a small island off the southern coast of Gujarat state in western India. It is one of three places, with Diu and Daman, that were Portuguese colonies until fairly recently. This history gives these places a distinctly European feel, with Spanish looking churches and forts everywhere. Gujarat is an alcohol-free state, but Diu has it's own laws, so it is a popular spot on the weekends for the mainland drunkies to get wasted and gawk at white women. So we stayed inside on the weekends. Diu was a lot of fun; romances bloomed, skin burned, hair was shorn, and many a 5-Star was eaten. The only place to stay on the beach was nice, but it was also the only place to eat without riding into town a few kilometers away. For some reason they served breakfast only until 9 am or so and wouldn't cook you an egg no matter how much money you offered them after 9. So breakfasts were few and far between. Erik, Zach and I rented mopeds in town and had a great time cruisin back and forth to town (for food on demand) with our chicks on the backs. We kept the bikes for a week or so, at a cost of 3 dollars a day, and managed to explore a good deal of the island. For a day or two the girls rented some bikes of their own and we had a regular bike gang. |
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