so im recovered from my brush with death (ok...there was no brush with death. just having 3rd world runs makes you want to die, that's all) and weve been having the best time these past few days. mamallapurum...or whatever it's called was a cute little backpacker's town which was very refreshing because in these past 5 weeks we've seen close to zero other foreign backpackers in india. as in ive only met one. but anyway this place actually had other foreigners and one street completely catered to the crowd so we got good western food and that was fantastic. there wasnt an awful lot to do there, just see some ruins but really im done with ruins. if you showed me one of my own photos of ruins and temples, i probably wouldnt be able to tell you where that picture was taken. there was one giant fucking round boulder that somehow just rested on the slope of a hill which was interesting. how does it not roll down? one shall never know.
a couple of freaky things happened there. one was that somehow everyone in town seemed to know my name. i guess one person i tell then tells oh i dont know..the universe? me and krista were on our little motorbike on the highway when all of a sudden two motorbikes with local dudes on them come up on either side of us and yell "hi diana!!! i know your name! where are you going!?" i was thinking, "how do they know my name!?" whilst krista was probably thinking, "get the fuck away from me before we crash and die!" im guessing thats what she was thinking. so that was freaky cause really, id hate to die in a firey motorcycle accident in india. and that very same trip, the guy on his bike in front of us hit a dog and crashed! it was very traumatizing and all i could do was give him an advil. but it was advil liqui-gel migraine strength! so hopefully my contribution helped.
and now were in a super lovely french colonial town right on the coast called pondicherry aka pondy. its just the cutest! british colonialism just downright sucks when compared to the french. the town itself is very pretty with lots of old french colonial buildings and somehow everything just seems calmer (by india standards that is) and the people dont hassle you.
yesterday we went to one of the wierdest places we've been to so far, a place called auroville. not everyone would describe it as so, but i think its a bit of a cult. by the way, here's the official website for your parousing: http://www.auroville.org/
its a place that apparently belongs to no nation, where money and personal possessions are of no worth and humanity can live in unity. or something like that. i was paying attention to the informational video screening, i swear! basically its a bunch of white new age hippies living without working real jobs and being all good for the earth and humanity and the future and such. they are all about some yoga dude and this dead french woman they creepily (and adoringly) refer to as "the mother". ok seriously, she had good ideas, but how fucking creepy is that!? "THE MOTHER".
so the place is set up in 4 sections...something like residential, international...and then....other ones. and its composed of communes called stuff like 'transformation' and 'serenity'. see, cult-like, right!? and right in the middle of the town is a giant golden globe that looks like science-world called the matrimandir aka "the soul of the city" and inside is a crystal where electronically-beamed sunlight is filtered in and people go there and meditate or something. we werent allowed to go into the matrimandir unfortch. anyway that's auroville! trippy.
and so for the past 5 weeks, minus like one nite out in goa, weve been STONE COLD SOBER. arent you impressed mom? there's just nowhere to party down here in the south! its been a bit shit in that respect actually (but a lot of money saved!) that is until...last nite! me, krista and eug decided to toss back a few drinks on our own and go on a pub crawl! it was great fun minus the fact there wasnt actually a real pub crawl cause all the bars closed at like 11. this doesnt mean we didnt try!
and today we went to the local museum and a paper factory. the workers at the factory were so cute and showed us the whole process and then of course we had to buy stuff. so even though i said i wouldnt buy anything else...well i did. and then we went to the main ashram which, even though ive been reading about ashrams still cant really comprehend what its all about. something about meditating and yoga and way of life. anyway the ashram we went to is where "the mother" is buried and really i found it a bit creepy. but pretty much in the same way i find christianity creepy so no biggie. there they sold lots of pictures of 'the mother' including photos of JUST HER EYES. so she can look down upon you when eating dinner i guess. ick.
oh and of course, the biggest thing: weve eaten BEEF! beef beef beef beef beef. i will never take beef for granted again! for the first time since i set foot in india, ive found beef and ive eaten it. and its been DELICIOUS. so there you have it! and tomorrow we take a bus to chennai and from there we fly up to kolkatta. so its farewell to the south of india...
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
i had a solid shit!
and that was a monumental moment for me, not even an hour ago, because i had been afflicted with the infamous and dreaded '3rd world runs' aka 'delhi belly' aka 'ooty booty' (meghan just coined this one, shes quite proud). and now i have survived, but barely. where shall i begin, for these last few days have been...how shall i put it...a shit storm? gross. i so gross myself out.
dont get me wrong, i still love ooty, and would rather get food poisoning nowhere else in india. but the agony began a few days ago when we decided to go horseback riding. i was the only one who'd never been on a horse and we were off on a 3 hour ride through the ooty countryside. or...mountainside rather. i was supposed to have this nice gentle horsey but mine was actually quite a bitch and tried to bite krista, hated meghan's horse and broke into a mad run (or what felt like a mad run to me) and bit her horse's head. that nite i solemnly announced to the group, "my inner thighs are seriously bruised and swollen". and so they were. and the next day my entire body ached like a bitch and life began to suck greatly.
aha and then things took a turn for the worse! oh 3rd world runs. i still have zero food in my stomach. i wont get into the deets cause everyone knows what its like so im assuming you feel my pain. cause i surely felt my pain!!! anyway for a full 24 hours or something like that i barely moved from my bed. satellite tv to the rescue, as usual! actually i think brad pitt saved my life for me and meghan stayed up watching 'snatch' and 'legends of the fall' and then magically the next day (as in yesterday) i no longer had runs. which is a damn good thing cause at 6 pm last nite we departed on a horrid journey on a 15 hour 'ultra deluxe' bus. and by the way, when they say 'ultra deluxe' they mean yucky hell hole that wouldnt even begin to qualify as public transport back home. they had bars on the windows for fuckssakes, how is that safe!? and our tire popped which apparently takes eons to fix. and then when we finally got going again, they apparently had to change the spare they put on so alas, we had to stop again. basically it was prolonged hell. and then when we arrived in chennai this morning, we hopped onboard a crowded local bus for a couple hours and now here we are, in mamallapuram. and it's hot. how i miss ooty already.
anyway, i hope the worst is behind me and now we've finally got internet that doesnt totally lick ass so im gonna post some pics!
apparently this is a toilet. krista's describing it as a female urinal. i'll have to describe it in words cause i could only take a shaky bad photo for i was clenching my nostrils and tried to take the photo as quickly as possible. basically it looks like a trough that a pig eats out of and i guess you just hike up your sari and piss on the floor that is on a slight angle so the pee just flows down into the...drainy thing. id rather save my 2 rupees and piss on the side of the road in front of traffic.
at the local market in goa, a man selling cabbage. wearing a cabbage leaf on his head to top it off.
religious men strolling through the hampi bazaar.
those giant boulders i was talking about in hampi. im in the picture somewhere...
me and krista in hampi, overlooking one of the ruins. my pants are so see through.
dont get me wrong, i still love ooty, and would rather get food poisoning nowhere else in india. but the agony began a few days ago when we decided to go horseback riding. i was the only one who'd never been on a horse and we were off on a 3 hour ride through the ooty countryside. or...mountainside rather. i was supposed to have this nice gentle horsey but mine was actually quite a bitch and tried to bite krista, hated meghan's horse and broke into a mad run (or what felt like a mad run to me) and bit her horse's head. that nite i solemnly announced to the group, "my inner thighs are seriously bruised and swollen". and so they were. and the next day my entire body ached like a bitch and life began to suck greatly.
aha and then things took a turn for the worse! oh 3rd world runs. i still have zero food in my stomach. i wont get into the deets cause everyone knows what its like so im assuming you feel my pain. cause i surely felt my pain!!! anyway for a full 24 hours or something like that i barely moved from my bed. satellite tv to the rescue, as usual! actually i think brad pitt saved my life for me and meghan stayed up watching 'snatch' and 'legends of the fall' and then magically the next day (as in yesterday) i no longer had runs. which is a damn good thing cause at 6 pm last nite we departed on a horrid journey on a 15 hour 'ultra deluxe' bus. and by the way, when they say 'ultra deluxe' they mean yucky hell hole that wouldnt even begin to qualify as public transport back home. they had bars on the windows for fuckssakes, how is that safe!? and our tire popped which apparently takes eons to fix. and then when we finally got going again, they apparently had to change the spare they put on so alas, we had to stop again. basically it was prolonged hell. and then when we arrived in chennai this morning, we hopped onboard a crowded local bus for a couple hours and now here we are, in mamallapuram. and it's hot. how i miss ooty already.
anyway, i hope the worst is behind me and now we've finally got internet that doesnt totally lick ass so im gonna post some pics!
so i took this picture last nite. remember from way back in january when i posted a picture of a squat toilet in china? ive come to terms with the fact that i have to occasionally use a squat toilet. i still hate them and i'll never like them but fine, theyre toilets. but what the fuck is this!?
apparently this is a toilet. krista's describing it as a female urinal. i'll have to describe it in words cause i could only take a shaky bad photo for i was clenching my nostrils and tried to take the photo as quickly as possible. basically it looks like a trough that a pig eats out of and i guess you just hike up your sari and piss on the floor that is on a slight angle so the pee just flows down into the...drainy thing. id rather save my 2 rupees and piss on the side of the road in front of traffic.at the local market in goa, a man selling cabbage. wearing a cabbage leaf on his head to top it off.
religious men strolling through the hampi bazaar.
those giant boulders i was talking about in hampi. im in the picture somewhere...
me and krista in hampi, overlooking one of the ruins. my pants are so see through.
the scenery in hampi was really cool. like a journey back in time. woooooooo.
me and meghan on top of some...ruins...overlooking some....ruins.
apparently these are ancient elephant stables.
the maharajah's palace in mysore. unfortunately we couldnt bring cameras inside the palace which was much more impressive than the outside. i still really really wanna watch aladdin.
our one group shot! minus eug that is who took the picture. this is all the people that have at random times, been travelling together in india. from left to right, meghan, andrea, joanna, meghan (2), then in the front, krista, me and angelee. this is in pretty pretty ooty.
tea plantations in ooty. the view was so nice AND it was cool temperature! perfect.
on our little excursion out to coonor, we went to a botanical garden where they had a little man made pond or something plus a children's playground. here are some local tourists making use of the see-saws after we led the way and hopped on them way ahead of them. we are such pioneers.
this is...some view we had in coonor. maybe it was dolphin's nose? or something like that. (perhaps you'll wanna go look at meghan's blog afterwards. shes just so much better at things like...place names and...activities.)
alright that's all the pictures ive got patience for. im really hungry and hoping i can stomach more than half a cracker for dinner tonite so wish me luck!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
lovin' ooty!
i love ooty....but i hate this fucking internet cafe!!! im ready to throw all of these computers against the wall cause theyre fucking stone age and barely functional. but aaaaanywayyyyy....
we're still in ooty and i love it here cause its nice and cool and reminds me a lot of vancouver. there's lots of evergreen trees here and driving through the forests its a lot like stanley park. plus it smells like eucalyptus here which is nice. oh yeah...and it rains!
now eug is back in the troupe and all 4 of us are holed up together in our sweet ass hotel room, living the life and enjoying our satellite movie channels and the national geographic channel. india is so educational!
by the way, i wanted to point out how we now dispose of our garbage here in india. one day in hampi i asked a man (let's call him...antonio)where the garbage bin was...
me: excuse me, where's the garbage?
antonio: ha ha ha, throw it on the street!!!
me: what!?
antonio: you're in india!!! now throw it!
and he laughed and laughed and stared at me till i hesitantly chucked the garbage on the street. i tried to pick a large crack in the street. i felt awful. (and now wasnt that a delightful little script right there? based on true events.)
moving on...oh i had forgotten to say, we experienced the maddest thunder and lightning storm of all time in hampi. our electricity went out and the thunder was absolutely deafening that i dont think any of us really got any sleep that nite. and the lightning was so frequent and bright that our room was completely illuminated. i can honestly say that i did not enjoy that nite. anyway...i thought it was worth mentioning! and speaking of hampi which unfortunately is associated with hell hole hospet due to sheer proximity, our stalker is STILL calling!
oh speaking of negative experiences....posting! in mysore i wanted to send home some pillow cases and random junk. little did we know the difficulty that was to be involved. first of all, the post office didnt provide any material whatsover for packaging. so some dude took us into an alley filled with cows, poo and coconut husks (?) and left us there for a good while. he comes back with cloth, measures my package and then leaves again. he comes back with what now resembles a pillow case and sticks my shit in there and sews it up by hand. so that was how my package got sent home: in a fucking cloth pillow case. time was a ticking already and im highly impatient so i wasnt happy. then the workers at the post office were goddamn useless as well. apparently they dont have pens. oh reeeeaaaaallllllyyyy. anyway it ended up costing me a mini fortune and then that's that. everytime i want to buy souvenirs from now on, eug has been instructed to tell me: remember, you have to post it! so mom, dont expect anything else from me for a while. and please actually open and look at the things i send home to you! where is the love!?
anyway, angelee and her waterloo pose were also in town with us for a couple of days and it was nice to see them again. we went to a tea plantation and a tea factory with them which was really interesting. we learned that practically all words for 'tea' in different languages is based on the chinese word for tea. i found that interesting anyway.
today we got our own driver to take us on our own little private tour to the neighbouring hill station town of coonor which is like a less developed ooty. it was lots of fun actually and he took us to all the touristy spots there and the scenery and landscape were amazing. fields and fields of tea leaves and were high up in the mountains so you can see for miles. (not that i know how much is a mile...but its miles.) we also drove by a military weapons training center where they had cardboard cut outs of hand painted army dudes in camo outfits which i found highly amusing and not the least bit intimidating.
oh and my old cell # still doesnt work here but i do have a (tentative) new one:
+919902409943
me and eug had a quasi competition to see who would get the first phone call and hes already had at least 2 attempts from people and ive had ZIP! im super choked! he pointed out that perhaps its cause no one had my new number but still i doubt anyone tried. please call me.
and that's that, i cant think of anything else to talk about right now. apparently im losing my short term memory cause i cant ever remember what it is i wanna blog about. and when i do remember things, it comes up at random hence the complete lack of continuity in my post. anyway, its time to get some dinner and then go home to watch "speed 2: cruise control". (yup thats right. we get reaaaaallly excited to watch bad movies nowadays. im so pumped for speed 2!!!)
we're still in ooty and i love it here cause its nice and cool and reminds me a lot of vancouver. there's lots of evergreen trees here and driving through the forests its a lot like stanley park. plus it smells like eucalyptus here which is nice. oh yeah...and it rains!
now eug is back in the troupe and all 4 of us are holed up together in our sweet ass hotel room, living the life and enjoying our satellite movie channels and the national geographic channel. india is so educational!
by the way, i wanted to point out how we now dispose of our garbage here in india. one day in hampi i asked a man (let's call him...antonio)where the garbage bin was...
me: excuse me, where's the garbage?
antonio: ha ha ha, throw it on the street!!!
me: what!?
antonio: you're in india!!! now throw it!
and he laughed and laughed and stared at me till i hesitantly chucked the garbage on the street. i tried to pick a large crack in the street. i felt awful. (and now wasnt that a delightful little script right there? based on true events.)
moving on...oh i had forgotten to say, we experienced the maddest thunder and lightning storm of all time in hampi. our electricity went out and the thunder was absolutely deafening that i dont think any of us really got any sleep that nite. and the lightning was so frequent and bright that our room was completely illuminated. i can honestly say that i did not enjoy that nite. anyway...i thought it was worth mentioning! and speaking of hampi which unfortunately is associated with hell hole hospet due to sheer proximity, our stalker is STILL calling!
oh speaking of negative experiences....posting! in mysore i wanted to send home some pillow cases and random junk. little did we know the difficulty that was to be involved. first of all, the post office didnt provide any material whatsover for packaging. so some dude took us into an alley filled with cows, poo and coconut husks (?) and left us there for a good while. he comes back with cloth, measures my package and then leaves again. he comes back with what now resembles a pillow case and sticks my shit in there and sews it up by hand. so that was how my package got sent home: in a fucking cloth pillow case. time was a ticking already and im highly impatient so i wasnt happy. then the workers at the post office were goddamn useless as well. apparently they dont have pens. oh reeeeaaaaallllllyyyy. anyway it ended up costing me a mini fortune and then that's that. everytime i want to buy souvenirs from now on, eug has been instructed to tell me: remember, you have to post it! so mom, dont expect anything else from me for a while. and please actually open and look at the things i send home to you! where is the love!?
anyway, angelee and her waterloo pose were also in town with us for a couple of days and it was nice to see them again. we went to a tea plantation and a tea factory with them which was really interesting. we learned that practically all words for 'tea' in different languages is based on the chinese word for tea. i found that interesting anyway.
today we got our own driver to take us on our own little private tour to the neighbouring hill station town of coonor which is like a less developed ooty. it was lots of fun actually and he took us to all the touristy spots there and the scenery and landscape were amazing. fields and fields of tea leaves and were high up in the mountains so you can see for miles. (not that i know how much is a mile...but its miles.) we also drove by a military weapons training center where they had cardboard cut outs of hand painted army dudes in camo outfits which i found highly amusing and not the least bit intimidating.
oh and my old cell # still doesnt work here but i do have a (tentative) new one:
+919902409943
me and eug had a quasi competition to see who would get the first phone call and hes already had at least 2 attempts from people and ive had ZIP! im super choked! he pointed out that perhaps its cause no one had my new number but still i doubt anyone tried. please call me.
and that's that, i cant think of anything else to talk about right now. apparently im losing my short term memory cause i cant ever remember what it is i wanna blog about. and when i do remember things, it comes up at random hence the complete lack of continuity in my post. anyway, its time to get some dinner and then go home to watch "speed 2: cruise control". (yup thats right. we get reaaaaallly excited to watch bad movies nowadays. im so pumped for speed 2!!!)
Saturday, June 9, 2007
NOT sweating! in ooty
ok so its taken me like over 20 min to even get this god forsaken computer to work and then maybe another 10 to log into blog so im feeling a little agitated right now!!! but aaaanyway...
were now in ooty which is i guess the most famous old british hill station in southern india...and its cold here!!! well cool but yesterday when we arrived it was mad raining and flooding so out came the gortex once again! and the hoodie...and the runners... ok there were a few things i wanted to write about so now i gotta try and remember.....
ah i wanted to say, travelling is catching up with me and im quite tired and getting lazy nowadays. so my saving grace? movies!!! we had a marathon session at the sweetest movie theatre in goa; pirates 3 and shrek 3, one after the other! rather intense but all the while enjoyable. lookit that people back home, ive watched pirates too! and ooooh my love of satellite tv. after hampi (which by the way, we didnt have electricity for 24 hours), we were in mysore for 2 nites and there we indulged in 2 horrible but oh so satisfying chick flicks: bring it on again (or something like that) and the perfect man starring heather locklear as hilary duff's mommy. you see? obviously horrible. BUT these 2 movies provided 2 of the best (or worst) lines ever!
bring it: "make like a tom....and cruise"
perfect man: "love is like friendship that's on fire"
i feel like ive now shared something really special with you all.
moving on...in mysore we went to the maharajah's palace which was really cool. lots of gold, silver, stained glass from glasgow or something like that...we had a cute little guide too who got all angry at some dude who was trying to listen in on his ....guiding. all the while i just thought to myself, "man, id love to watch aladdin right now!" mixed with "i wish i was a maharajah!!!"
and then yesterday we arrived in ooty! i am so in love with the fact that im not hot. oh and weve seen 2 unichs!!! and yes that has zero connection, but im trying to remember all the things i wanted to write about and thats one of them. i dont even know how to spell unich, but they were my first and they just look like ugly dudes wearing saris.
anyway, we thought wed go ultra ghetto and stay in a seriously cheap ass dorm at the YWCA.....SUCH A MISTAKE!!! we didnt actually stay there cause i swear the place was fucking haunted!!! (ok and meghan pointed out that maybe its cause me and krista are highly impressionable cause we were watching documentaries on hauntings and such the nite before but i dont think so!!!) it was the creepiest place id ever been in. it was massive and looked like a really fucking old nunnery and they took us down this looong hall passing all these empty rooms, and the bathroom which was fucking padlocked!! to our room like deep in the bowels of the building. the room was dark, dreary and and dank. and looked like something out of a horror movie. krista just brought me a croissant and adds that maybe its cause we were (attempting) to watch the movie "house of wax" the nite before as well. but probably, people have been murdered there. it was horrid. meghan's guidebook even said it was not a good place for women.
OH! and krista just reminded me, since it was the YWCA, it was VERY christian. there were signs about jesus all over the place and one read that he was the head of the house and the "silent listener" thats always present. HOW FREAKY IS THAT? so glad we didnt stay there. (meghan wanted to go back today. shes insane)
now instead were staying at a pimp hotel that looks like a whistler chalet! and i watched an intense star wars marathon last nite so im happy.
i cant remember what to write so im looking to krista....the busride here was awful. we were in a mini bus and the driver tried to rip us off by telling us we had to pay more than our bus tickets fare to drive through a national park. it was on the main road anyway. speaking of being ripped off, people here are relentless. in mysore this guy initially tried being friendly with us so wed go to his store but when we refused he told us to go get elephantitus and die. also he told us were arrogant, have big egos, and are like americans. he really knows how to insult us canadians!
anyway, the bus ride. all along the road had big signs that said "hair pin turns!!" and the corners were seriously insane. i think were all bruised and our backs are killing us. ok i cant think of what else there is to write at this point....
so "giddy up and keep on going" - krista
were now in ooty which is i guess the most famous old british hill station in southern india...and its cold here!!! well cool but yesterday when we arrived it was mad raining and flooding so out came the gortex once again! and the hoodie...and the runners... ok there were a few things i wanted to write about so now i gotta try and remember.....
ah i wanted to say, travelling is catching up with me and im quite tired and getting lazy nowadays. so my saving grace? movies!!! we had a marathon session at the sweetest movie theatre in goa; pirates 3 and shrek 3, one after the other! rather intense but all the while enjoyable. lookit that people back home, ive watched pirates too! and ooooh my love of satellite tv. after hampi (which by the way, we didnt have electricity for 24 hours), we were in mysore for 2 nites and there we indulged in 2 horrible but oh so satisfying chick flicks: bring it on again (or something like that) and the perfect man starring heather locklear as hilary duff's mommy. you see? obviously horrible. BUT these 2 movies provided 2 of the best (or worst) lines ever!
bring it: "make like a tom....and cruise"
perfect man: "love is like friendship that's on fire"
i feel like ive now shared something really special with you all.
moving on...in mysore we went to the maharajah's palace which was really cool. lots of gold, silver, stained glass from glasgow or something like that...we had a cute little guide too who got all angry at some dude who was trying to listen in on his ....guiding. all the while i just thought to myself, "man, id love to watch aladdin right now!" mixed with "i wish i was a maharajah!!!"
and then yesterday we arrived in ooty! i am so in love with the fact that im not hot. oh and weve seen 2 unichs!!! and yes that has zero connection, but im trying to remember all the things i wanted to write about and thats one of them. i dont even know how to spell unich, but they were my first and they just look like ugly dudes wearing saris.
anyway, we thought wed go ultra ghetto and stay in a seriously cheap ass dorm at the YWCA.....SUCH A MISTAKE!!! we didnt actually stay there cause i swear the place was fucking haunted!!! (ok and meghan pointed out that maybe its cause me and krista are highly impressionable cause we were watching documentaries on hauntings and such the nite before but i dont think so!!!) it was the creepiest place id ever been in. it was massive and looked like a really fucking old nunnery and they took us down this looong hall passing all these empty rooms, and the bathroom which was fucking padlocked!! to our room like deep in the bowels of the building. the room was dark, dreary and and dank. and looked like something out of a horror movie. krista just brought me a croissant and adds that maybe its cause we were (attempting) to watch the movie "house of wax" the nite before as well. but probably, people have been murdered there. it was horrid. meghan's guidebook even said it was not a good place for women.
OH! and krista just reminded me, since it was the YWCA, it was VERY christian. there were signs about jesus all over the place and one read that he was the head of the house and the "silent listener" thats always present. HOW FREAKY IS THAT? so glad we didnt stay there. (meghan wanted to go back today. shes insane)
now instead were staying at a pimp hotel that looks like a whistler chalet! and i watched an intense star wars marathon last nite so im happy.
i cant remember what to write so im looking to krista....the busride here was awful. we were in a mini bus and the driver tried to rip us off by telling us we had to pay more than our bus tickets fare to drive through a national park. it was on the main road anyway. speaking of being ripped off, people here are relentless. in mysore this guy initially tried being friendly with us so wed go to his store but when we refused he told us to go get elephantitus and die. also he told us were arrogant, have big egos, and are like americans. he really knows how to insult us canadians!
anyway, the bus ride. all along the road had big signs that said "hair pin turns!!" and the corners were seriously insane. i think were all bruised and our backs are killing us. ok i cant think of what else there is to write at this point....
so "giddy up and keep on going" - krista
Monday, June 4, 2007
big ass boulders of fun in hampi
ok short blog cause the internet here sucks ass. first of all, that phone number doesnt work right now cause appppaaaaarreeeenttttllly that phone company doesnt work in this province. so i bought another sim card with another company but now im in some tiny town where there's no signal. so there you have it; you'll have to wait to get your friendly covos with me.
so we've left the brilliant beaches of goa to escape the monsoon...only to find ourselves spending the whole fucking day on a train which was 4 hours longer than we were told. so by the time we arrived we decided to just stay in the town of hospet. MASSIVE MISTAKE. hospet = hell hole of death and destruction. maybe even worse. when meghan updates her blog im sure she can expand on that. it was all that i imagined india to be in terms of suckiness. it's stinky, overcrowded, insanely noisy. i saw an emaciated bottomless man being eaten by cows for fuck'ssakes! and we had a stalker who would incessantly call krista's cell phone and then keep showing up at our hotel room. plus all the men there were pervy and a rickshaw driver came to our room and peeped through our keyhole. (by the way its just me, krista and smegs now. eug come back and protect us!!!) there is absolutely nothing positive to say about hospet. no one ever go there!!!
but do go to hampi! its roughly 5 billion times better than hospet. which is where we are now, a mere 30 min. away from hospet. i dont know the history of the place (aha, but meghan does!)...something about the centre of the empire down here int he south way back when... anyway what i do know is this place has the craziest landscape ever. gigantic boulders just all over the place and amidst the boulders are ruins and temples. we spent this morning roaming around taking sacreligious photos of each other in a temple. (i am on msn with my sister debating how to spell sacriligious. we dont know. and now i just used a different spelling so hopefully at least one is right but i doubt it.) anyway, im getting lazy from this heat so i think i'll go retire in our room for a bit...even though its only 10:30 am.
so we've left the brilliant beaches of goa to escape the monsoon...only to find ourselves spending the whole fucking day on a train which was 4 hours longer than we were told. so by the time we arrived we decided to just stay in the town of hospet. MASSIVE MISTAKE. hospet = hell hole of death and destruction. maybe even worse. when meghan updates her blog im sure she can expand on that. it was all that i imagined india to be in terms of suckiness. it's stinky, overcrowded, insanely noisy. i saw an emaciated bottomless man being eaten by cows for fuck'ssakes! and we had a stalker who would incessantly call krista's cell phone and then keep showing up at our hotel room. plus all the men there were pervy and a rickshaw driver came to our room and peeped through our keyhole. (by the way its just me, krista and smegs now. eug come back and protect us!!!) there is absolutely nothing positive to say about hospet. no one ever go there!!!
but do go to hampi! its roughly 5 billion times better than hospet. which is where we are now, a mere 30 min. away from hospet. i dont know the history of the place (aha, but meghan does!)...something about the centre of the empire down here int he south way back when... anyway what i do know is this place has the craziest landscape ever. gigantic boulders just all over the place and amidst the boulders are ruins and temples. we spent this morning roaming around taking sacreligious photos of each other in a temple. (i am on msn with my sister debating how to spell sacriligious. we dont know. and now i just used a different spelling so hopefully at least one is right but i doubt it.) anyway, im getting lazy from this heat so i think i'll go retire in our room for a bit...even though its only 10:30 am.
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