The last fortnight....Leanne arrives...GOA!

We decide to take a daytrip to the 'not to be missed, beautiful' Elephanta' Island, 1 hours boat ride from Mumbai. After seeing the water on Mumbai bay we know it's not going to be paradise but take a pair of togs with us just in case. The boat is packed with old white pensioner tourists who are taking photos of nothing but the dirty ocean the whole journey.

The boat docks in the dirty toxic water and off we go to explore the island. There is a touristy little electric train that takes you 5 min walk up the jetty if you can’t be bothered walking, which is packed full of excited day tripper Indians. We walk the path of market stalls selling the same shit on different stalls and head up the flight of stone stairs to see the famous Elephanta’ caves. We pay the overpriced entrance fee and walk inside a cave where there are a few statues of Indian gods and that's it, it's all over. No exploring as the island is blocked off. The only things you can do are visit the cave or eat at the island restaurant.

We spot a lady selling our fav snack bbq chilli lemon corn and buy our breakfast. Delicious, tasty, bbq corn smeared with lime and chilli mmmmmm! The moment only lasts a few seconds as a flea bag monkey jumps down and steals my tasty treat.

Leave Mumbai on another nightmare 13 hour train journey and then finally arrive in Anjuna, Goa. The sand is golden, the sea is brown and the ocean floor is rocky. The beach is full of market stalls, bars, cafes and annoying Indians selling fruit, manicures, massages and shit jewellery. The bars pump out banging psych trance music from 10 am till 10 pm and there is no peace!

Leanne arrives we find some red wine and drink a bottle each before eating more curry and heading back to the hostel whilst Leanne tries to skinny dip without being swept away by the tide.

We leave Anjuna to head to the city of Goa, Panjim. We get a local bus for 10 cents, it takes an hour. We decide to stay for 2 days as there is a huge carnival which happens once a year in Goa. Get up early in the morning reserve some seats on the side of the road in the blistering heat and wait patiently for the carnival to begin. Hours after it’s meant to start all the floats are lined up but not moving. An announcement is shouted over the sound system, ‘Due to a bus full of school children falling into a river the carnival is cancelled. Please disperse quickly and quietly’.

There is nothing else left here to do so we pack and jump on another local bus to another of Goa’s beaches Palolem.

Palolem is a lot prettier and quieter than Anjuna and we find a cute little hut on the beach for a dollar each a night! The week is spent sunbathing,excercising,swimming and chilling out.We find a nice local bar that sells cheap red wine with a hot Indian Local to admire,Ali ,aged 27 looks like an Indian Ronaldo. I and the girls decide it’s my mission to ‘tash on’ Cairns 2 style with Ronaldo. We play pool, have a few drinks and head to the beach wih Ronaldo in tow. We meet a group of hilariously funny young British lads from Jersey who are cool. Drinks, music, travelling tales and jokes go on till the wee hours and we plan to meet the next night and go to the ‘silent disco’. There is no nightlife here, everywhere shuts at 10pm so a night out getting loose is what we need.

Meet the English dudes and ‘Ronaldo’ at their place and start on the long island ice teas. We have had one drink when one of the boys tells us about his ‘Indian Pharmacy supply’. Anything can be bought here in Goa apparently so we decide to sample a few local delicacies.

I try some Indian ‘ket’ which I have never tried before. My head feels fuzzy, I’m walking on the moon and my body is spongy. I love everyone and am happy as.

We head the disco but as it started at 5pm there is only an hour left so we head back to the boys huts to have our own party.

I have had one drink and feel merry and when the Indian acid pops out I can’t resist! The next 12 hours are spent laughing, dancing, joking, laughing, laughing and having a ball until the sun pops up at 7 am and it’s time to take a shower in the sea!

Ronaldo dissapears at some point during this madness....

It’s funny what you see this time of morning on the beach. There are yogis, joggers, a girl doing Irish dancing, fighting dogs and a guy that is pretending to be Rocky.

The day is spent feeling a bit sketchy, trying to sleep, am I hungry? Do I need a swim? Do I need a drink? I decide on a beer and a bit of western food (tuna wrap) and feel a million bucks!

We head to the movies and watch planet of the apes together whilst the typical English lads devour steak, chips, pepper sauce and beers in the cinema bar.

We are heading to Hampi tomorrow for a bit of inland country therapy, rivers, streams and mountains and then onto another beach where Leanne will spend her last 2 weeks with us!

last week................

Time to leave Varanasi and board a 28 hour train to Mumbai. We are so excited to be getting to a city as apparantly it's 'normal' there and a bit western. A nice bit of western time is just what we need.

Whilst waiting for the train beggars,homeless people and random railway staff jump onto the tracks to pick up rubbish and eat left over sweets or whatever else they can find that is edible. There is human shit all over the tracks too as the toilets on the trains do not have plumbing the toilet waste just falls onto the tracks. I am disgusted to see a man pick up chewing gum which is right next to a human shit and eat it. Fucking disgusting.Dirty bastard I tell you.Makes my stomach turn!

 The train is like all the others, dusty, dirty, smelly and dull. We find our bed which is always a bit of a ball ache(Sorcha's fav word on this trip) and fall into a deep sleep. 6 hours later we awake hungry and pray for a station stop so we can grab something to eat. Train stops a few hours later, I dash off and buy rice wih some sort of potato curry. The rice is cold and he curry is hot. Being a chef I know this is risky but fuck it we are 'starving'.

2 hours later and bam! Sorcha is vomitting, I'm shitting liquid and we have excrutiating stomach cramps.The bumpy train does not help and I really wish we had eaten a packet of bombay bloody mix! The indian guy in the bed next to me is snoring and the guy next to sorcha is eating grapes so fucking loud I thinksorcha's ipods speakers are going to burst to drown out the noise. For the next 27 hours we are in and out of sleep and get off the train feeeling so weak.

An hours auto rick ride trying to find our expensive hotel does not help the mood and we both close our eyes (whilst sorcha swares and tries to tell the driver how to drive and where to go)and wish we were at work living a normal day.

Arrive at the hotel and realise we have booked a dormitory but it is expensive as a hotel as we are in the city and after our 38 hour journey we have a lovely cold shower to look forward too. I would love a 'hannah eggy roberts, edge apt' power shower right now!!

We meet two indian guys who are shooting a bollywood movie and they invite us out for drinks. We go to be sociable and go to a cool western style bar but we feel out of place in our travelling clothes as all the indian girls are really dressed up, make up, heels, SHORT SKIRTS, DRESSES! They are drinking, smoking!? Man, there really are some girls in India that actually do have a life! Drinking here is so expensive and we haven not drank in ages so four vodkas is enough and we head home feeling pretty tipsy.We are now lightweights.

Wake up at 5am to catch a train and move to the salvation army hostel as its way cheaper and I sware I will never drink again.

Get a bed in the 16 bed female dorm which has 1 shower and toilet. I cannot believe there are 16 girls staying in this room.It is filthy.Fast food wrappers litter the floor,scraps of food,paper,rubbish,it stinks and then I venture into the bathroom.... The bin is overflowing with used shitty,pissy toilet paper and because none of these dirty cunts(sorry!!FUMING!)cannot be arsed to empty it they have resided to just dumping the paper,sanitary towels and everything else on the floor?! No way I can get a shower in this sest pit so I hold my breath throw all the shit and rubbish outside and have a nice COLD drip shower.

Spend 12 hours 'sight seeing' in Mumbai.It's hot,noisy,crowded and the sea we were looking forward to dippping our feet in at the shore is toxic.The sea is full of dead animals, clothes, shit, rubbish but it's India we should not expect anything else.The old massive churches are beautiful but I cant take phoos as they are being repaired and are covered in scaffolding and the big old houses look fairytale like.

We finally found a beauty salon and I got my big hairy caterpiller eyebrows threaded after 4 weeks of no plucking.Sorcha got her under arms waxed which was as painful as it looked.The wax was too hot,the girls never had a clue and we wished we could be in BEWAXED!! After watching sorcha's ordeal I decided I was not going to try an 'indian brazilian! Our bushes will have to remain till Goa.I sware we have a few monkeys down there hanging out in the vaginal jungle.

Spoke to mum and dad today which was soooooooooooooo nice.I love it when my phone rings and I see their name pop up! Told them all the crazy tales.Mum thinks I'm crazy for staying and dad just laughs at all the stories.It would be soooo nice for one day at home now! If I could do anything in the world in a day it would be to have a real shower,hot water,nice shower gel,shave my legs,walk the esplanade with Hannah,have a nice strong coffee or cuppa chai with sally,eat a huge thai meal with Jodie and Marty then spend the night on the sofa with my mum,dad,bro's and sisters and a bottle of red wine and cheese!Ah, the things you miss... I still don't know wether I'm going to go the U.K before returning to Australia or go straight to Oz but I need to decide soon so I can book some cheap flights!

Loving India right now....

Vrindarwen-Agra

We hop on a local bus to Agra- which is full of Indian men- we are the only females. Once again they are all staring at us like we are aliens but the ride is only an hour, so no worries.We have our 2 backpacks on our knees and are breathing in dust,dirt and are hot and bothered.We arrive in Agra 2 hours later and find our accom really easy for once! We are master map readers now!

Our room is freezing cold so we get a quick cold shower and head into Agra. An 11k walk covering up in our long sleeves, shawl and trousers in the sweltering heat to a watch the sunset over the Taj is rewarding, followed by a cup of chai and a birri! We have both started smoking again-only light tobacco wrapped in leaves-but still we are somking which I'm annoyed about but its just to ease the stresses of the day and I will definately pack up a month before I leave here to finish my trip,plus we are only smoking 2 -3 a day.We eat some of our favourite deep fried samosas and chilli sauce and head to the train station for our 8 hr train journey to Khajuraho.We are still hungry and are sick of deep fried shit and then I see it! A man boiling eggs!YES!BOILED! Not fried!!! I get 2 boiled eggs,but no, too good to be true.He takes off the shell and puts the boiled eggs in oil.He is now frying the BOILED eggs.Chilli,garlic and onion are added and ok, its good but I really did just want boiled eggs.Its funny all the food on the street is delicious but we dont know the name to any of it or what most of it actually is!

The train is sleeper class so we have a bed, so Im thinking it is going to be comfortable.The trains here are not like Thailand.Pity! Oh no... there are 6 beds in 1 cabin.Me, sorcha and 4 indian men who like to snore, turn the light on regulary and talk loud at 3 in the morning.The bed is a slab of wood and our 2 bags on our bed leave us with little room to move- and did I mention it's feezing?!hahha After 8 hours of tossing and turning the train arrives and we find a cheap guest house to get some rest before seeing the sights.

I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING...All these negative comments look like we are not enjoying it! I'm just writing it how it is.Sally (sorcha's mum)asked me are we actually having fun?haha.  Well, we are but a different kind of fun we would be having at home.It is fun,weird,exciting,scary ,annoying,intimidating, all in a fun kind of way. Thailand is FUN. All the time you see pretty things,meet nice thai people,eat nice thai food and it is Fun with a capital F. Here we have only seen a few pretty places, everybody wants to rip us off, the food is nice and it is fun but not with a capital F? If you get me?! hahah

Khajuraho is where the kama sutra carvings are and some of the worlds finest temples. We meet a young indian dude who tells us he will take us out on his motorbike with  his friend and show us his local town and surrounding areas for just the cost of some fuel.Agreed, but still thinking there must be a catch(nothing is for free with an indian) the 3 of us jump on his bike to meet with his friend who's bike I will be on. You know what,you can't write it. My guy turns up,Indian lad, age 24, name Borat, wearing a tshirt saying 'SEX INSTRUCTOR,1ST LESSON FREE' with a black and red motorbike wih playboy stickers all over it hahahah funny shit. We head off at full throttle ino the hills on the back of the bikes. The countryside is so pretty, there  are fields of yellow mustard flowers, fields of green beans with huge mountains in the background.We stop at a little straw hut in he feild and sit down to have a charras. My stomach is in bulk and I have terrible pains....the fried boiled eggs are guilty I think....

We head off and they take us to a dam to watch the sunset.It's beautiful.These guys are really nice and the new story is when we meet indian guys.I am sorcha's sister in law and our partners are in Goa doing yoga-one can only dream...hahha The minute you say you are single that's it you are harrassed,married off and given some of the best chat up lines... My driver informs me he is a 'player' and has had many girls from different countries and respects I have a boyfreind in Goa hahha.. Sorchas driver really is a true gentleman and is very sweet, he does not drink or smoke where as my driver is a rebel.

Head back to the room as Im feeling dodgy and sorcha's sweet driver gets me a coke bottle filled with hot water for my upset stomach which actually cures me!

Head off on our next train journey of 11 hours to Varanasi wishing we had not booked our train tickets so soon.Another few nights here would have been great. This journey was nowhere near as bad as the first.We slept about 10 hours and after a few wrong turns and a hot sweaty journey in a moto we are at our dormitory accomodation. We booked a dorm in order to meet people BUT suprise, suprise we are the only people in the room haha.It's once again cold BUT we have bought blankets and the hot water as described is not hot.

In Varanasi there is a holy river called the Ganges. Hundereds of people are cremated on huge wood fires along the banks of  the river every day and the poor people who cant afford the wood just put the dead bodie sin there to float away.Millions of pilgrims flock here to bathe, wash and swim in this holy water. Me and sorcha were going to be 'one of those pilgrims' until we seen the shit,rubbish,dead bodies,dogs,cows and sewage in the river.

We sat and watched many corpses being carried down to the river.The bodies are wrapped in cloth,others are just naked and hey dip them in the river,let them dry out on the side then put them on the bonfire to burn.It was eerie and we cried when we seen an old man preparing his wife to be bunrt.He was crying and had to be carried away by his sons..we left the river shortly after this as it was a bit depressing.

Every night alongside the river is a huge dance and music show to celebrate the dead that have been cremated that day. Rose petals and candles float down ther river,hundreds of wooden boats full of people fill the river,fire,music,dancing,babas,thousands of clapping people, right lights and smoke from the incense sticks fill the air.It was magical.

The last week.... poo..poo and more poo....

Awake in the morning to Sorcha’s morning ritual of swearing and shouting at the shower for the water not being hot enough ha has .. God help her in Goa when we are saying in a straw hut ,he he!
We find Vikas in the car park getting a morning wash with a bottle of water as he did not want to stay in the hotel last night, The car was his hotel for the night.
Head to Udaipur which is a nice country drive through little quaint villages. Scenery is green hills, cows, donkeys carrying everything you can imagine, women balancing large clay pots of water on their heads returning from he wells and like everywhere else we go there is cow shit patties everywhere. The Indian women collect the cow shit then pat it into ‘patties’ and stick it to walls, floors, rooves anywhere it can sit in the sun to dry and then they use it as fuel for fires to cook, heat water, keep warm etc
Arrive in Udaipur after only a couple of hours to an amazing Indian hotel overlooking the lake. The lake looks amazing with all the buildings, castle and palace reflecting off the water. People are washing clothes, themselves and dipping in the lake. On closer inspection the lake looks like all the sewer systems run into I and it has a green mould breeding on top with all sorts of rubbish floating about.
Udaipur is the only city where nobody has hassled us, begged or tried to rip us off- I like this place, We decide to celebrate Australia day early as we will be driving on the official day. We are in a Muslim town so there are no bars, clubs or pubs. We head to the local booze shop which looks like a small prison cell with bars on the windows and doors. Any imports are very expensive. For example a bottle of vodka is about 30$ but if you buy a bottle of Indian whisky it is 6$. We decide to buy a bottle of Indian rum each at the cost of 2.50$! Go for another vegetarian Indian meal and whilst exploring the town see a sign for an Israeli bar which has a pool table! We are so excited! We buy cokes to mix with our rum and play pool in the empty, dark, dusty bar which looks like it has been closed for years. Within minutes we are surrounded by Indian men ( we reckon the worker tested his mates) and we are playing pool together listening to Indian music.
Sorcha goes the toilet and returns telling me it’s full of shit with no flush. I hold on as much as I can and when I can hold on any longer venture into the room of doom.
It smells of shit, piss and dust and I hold my breath. I decide to pour water down the toilet using the jug and water out the tap. I pour the water in the loo. BIG mistake! I think I have jus disturbed 3 months worth of shit that has been sitting there, the smell is horrendous. I stick my head out the door for another gasp of fresh air and hold my breath once more. Trying to hover in skinny jeans is hard whilst holding my breath trying to pull a wet wipe out the packet! All done I run out the room gasping for breath whilst trying to tell Sorcha another toilet tale!
A few straggling Israeli guys arrive and we are sharing tales of our travels. These guys are an inspiration. They bought a motorbike in North India, tied the bags to the back and drove around India alone. NEVER would I attempt to drive on these roads (if I had a licence). They tell us all about Goa and the South of India giving us lots of tips on places to visit and good beaches to go. I really wish they were heading south and we could jump on the back of their bikes!
In Udaipur everything closes at 11pm including the hotels so we head back to the hotel before our curfew. Matt the American we are travelling with really is a light weight. Me and sorcha have drunk more3 than him and are watching im swagger about the road on the way home. We make him walk in the middle of us as you really have to conduct yourself well in India. It is bad form to be drunk or even drink in public here. We finally arrive back the hotel. Matt has stood in various types of shit on he walk home and is nearly knee deep in brown shit splatters up his jeans. We put him to bed and sit up till the wee hours drinking the rest of the rum and talking.
Wake up the next day feeling fresh and head to the local park for a quick stroll and visit the local palace which is nothing special really, they are all quite similar.
We book our train tickets to Varanasi,Khajuraho,Mumbai and finally goa. Some trains take 2 days, some are 24 hours others 11. We book sleeper trains top bunks so no pervy Indians can molest us whilst we sleep!
The Indian man who booked the tickets for us was HOT! In my 2 weeks in India I have seen probably millions of Indians and this is the first hottie we have come across! Bright white teeth, handsome face, a big head of hair and a massive smile! Hot, hot, HOT!
Evening meal comprises of vegetarian curry and rice and just as we decide to leave Sorcha’s tummy feels dodgy. We walk home fast and I am feeling the same. Sorcha runs ahead to use our toilet and I beg matt to let me use his but tell him he must wait downstairs in the hotel so he cannot hear or smell anything! Ha
I wont go into shit detail but lets just say me and sorcha relieved ourselves and are glad we never shit our pants in public.
Udaipur-Pushcart
Today I am feeling a bit dodgy and we have a long 9 hour drive ahead. I really hope I don’t have to stop and shit on the side of the road!
O.k. yes I did have to shit at the side of a road…
Pushcart is a very pretty little town full of arts, textiles, leather shops and funny enough falafel stalls.
Sorcha got blessed by the lake whilst me and matt stood back wondering if this was a scam and she was going to get ripped off. It turned out it was not a scam but the ‘donation’ she had to make was $10 for each family member she had! We told hem we would pay later and donated $1 in the box… even religion is a scam and a rip off!!
Drank chai tea till 1030 pm as hotel curfew is 11pm and smoked some newly purchased Indian charras.
We were so stoned on the way home. It was pitch black, dusty and there were cows in the shadows. Every time a cow moved we shit ourselves. Narrow winding streets, getting lost till we finally find our hotel.
Camel trek the morning at 4.30 am to see sunrise which was freezing cold but amazing and then onto our next destination Raipur.
Pushkar-Jaipur
Raipur. Mad, crazy, busy roads, noise, horns.smelly,crowded….nightmare.
We headed to he train station wih matt to TRY and buy a ticket for him….2 hours later no ticket.
Vikas knew a train guard so the next day we went and purchased a dodgy backhander ticket for double the price. Jumped on a rickshaw to head home. The guy was about 70 years old and we felt so bad him cycling wih 3 of us on the back! We got this as it was the cheapest option but ended up giving him nearly 7x the amount even when he cycled us 30 min away to the wrong direction as we felt so bad on him!
Raipur-Agra
TAJ MAHAL. What can I say. AMAZING. But the Indians were more interested in taking photos of me and sorcha rather than the magnificent Taj that stood in all its glory!
Matt felt really sick after eating a samousa before we entered and vomited in the taj toilets after turning 10 shades of green.
Taj Mahal- Vrindarwen.
This place is where Hare Krishna was born, raised, founded or something like that. Temples, temples and more temples….
This was the place we said goodbye to vikas our driver with a nice little tip- he cried and swore his love to us.
Met up with Sorcha’s family friends who they knew from growing up..
Checked in a guest house and went to meet the family. Very sad story. The families ten year old son died of tonsillitis a few years back so they are in depression and very sad.
The other 4 children aged 7months-14 are all happy and healthy. Deepak the eldest son never went to school and helps round he house which is basically a concrete open aired block with two bedrooms. Monkeys are on the roof waiting to jump and attack any bit of food or objects that come into sight, Every kid and parent has a ‘monkey stick’ to bash the monkeys when they enter the house. Me ans sorcha hold on tight to our cameras. It’s sad. This family have nothing but the clothes on their back, no jobs, rats running about the house and wooden slabs to sleep on and they make us fresh hot chai, food and make us at home. The eldest daughter who is 13 does all the cooking making us fresh chapattis and tea whilst the other kids run round cleaning up after her and chasing the monkeys away. A white rat runs past and Deepak catches it. We ask him is he going to kill it. White rats are good luck he will keep it and sell it to he temple. Deepak does all the general duties of the house and when his sister comes home the 13 year old she cooks and washes the kids as the parents are very sick with depression. I feel so sorry for them. They have probably never seen a green field, he ocean or anything like that. it’s a little dusty town full of narrow winding streets and the only thing they get to see from the age of 5 is school.
After finishing the amazing food we head to meet Jimmy,aged 24(looks 34) the father of the kids brother. He is like us, works all day, runs a successful business making temple clothes which he ships all over the world and rides a motorbike. Him and the other family live in a huge concrete house a few doors down form the kids. He takes us out to party for the evening to drink rum but makes us sware not to tell his family. We should have known what ‘out to party’ meant. He has a police officer friend who picks us up in a car with a bottle of rum, water and Bombay mix we head to a dark dusty road whilst Michael Jackson plays off the nokia phone. Me and sorcha skull rum in the back seat whilst the police officer keeps his eye out for police. If we or him get caught drinking it is very bad. Every time I write I cannot explain properly. There are no bars here, no pubs, no restraunts selling beer. Alcohol is drank secretly in private and that’s the way it is.
He then takes us to an ashram (temple) and tells us to act sober and he will introduce us to his friend a guru of hare Krishna. We ARE sober and fine, and eat a delicious meal of chickpea, spinach, potato and bread followed by more bread which is all cooked by a lovely 80 odd year old woman. Nobody can speak English only jimmy so he translates whilst we get a Krishna blessing, tumeric rubbed on our heads and a huge orange ribbon tied round our neck. A t this point jimmy is pissed and we think he is drinking to impress us. It isn’t working,
We head back to our guest house and jimmy comes in for a rum. He takes his shoes off and gets cosy and we tell him not to get too comfortable he is having one rum then leaving.
He sits on my side of the bed with his shoes off, I hate smelly feet.
Oh yes, have I mentioned my sweat smells funny. Like onions, curry and piss all mixed together seeping out my pores. My clothes stink, my arm pits….its grose. He starts getting rowdy drinking more rum and we tell him to leave.
He is asking questions like ‘ what man am I interested in? what makes me happy? What do I look for in a man?’ he then asks sorcha can he ask to marry me and he loves me. We tell him to stop being stupid and make him leave. After 30 min and sorcha literally pushing him out the door we can sleep peacefully-well sorcha can. I have the smell of an Indian lingering on my side of the bed.
Go to visit Sonia, jimmy’s 21 year old sister who stays home all day every day washing, cooking and cleaning and will only be set free when a husband is found and a marriage is arranged. I really don’t know how these people live. There are no bars, clubs, cafes, beaches, cinemas… there is nothing, The only way to have fun is by going to a temple and worshipping, They chant hare Krishna 12 hours a day which unfortunately for us starts at 4 am and wakes us up. Sorcha screams ‘oi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ loudly every morning when the Indians in our guess house wake her up chattering and slamming doors to get ready to worship..hahhahahah
She feeds us once again..Im gonna be so massive by the time I leave here! We sit on the roof all day in the sun sweating our asses off in 28 degrees heat whilst covered up in trousers, shawls, long sleeve tops wishing we were in a bikini!
We check out the guest house and go to say in the ashram. The ashram is free you just donate and it is so much prettier and peaceful than our hotel.
Pink building surrounded by green fields of roses and all different flowers which they worship the gods with. Hundreds of peacocks, parrots and pigeons which they feed 250kg corn per day and lots of cows.
This is what I don’t get. There are children on the streets begging, hungry and dirty and the people in India feed cows and monkeys before the human race!! What the hell!? All these poor people are on the streets begging, cold, suffering and the cows have he best life ever??
I cant get my head round it? We saw a woman with about 200 bananas today feeding the monkeys. Why couldn’t she just feed the people on the streets?
Rant over.
We wash our 14 days worth of washing as we have seen no laundry shops like in Thailand… we are going to have to hand wash our clothes I think… and jitto takes us to his mates house which is one concrete bedroom with 2 beds where 3 people live. No toilet, no shower nothing. Where do they wash? He pulls out rum, Bombay mix, nuts and drinks. He asks can he kiss me. I say no. End of subject.
Me and sorcha have 1 drink and say we have to go back to eat. We jump on the back of his motorbike and he takes us to another friends. I think he is trying to show us off to his mates. The wife is ordered to make us food and the husband shows us some antique Indian guns.
The wife has her face covered and this really freaks me out. Lots of Indian women do not show their faces and cover them up. You cant even see their eyes because their whole face is covered. It is very scary. They do this because they cannot show their face to father in laws, I don’t like it ,but oh well.
Finally an hour later we leave and everyone in the ashram is asleep but there is a little boy waiting patiently with some food and more bread for us.
Cold nights sleep followed by a cold shower and OH YES! I have not mentioned the latest toilet happenings!
There is NO toilet paper in India. They only sell it at tourist places as they use their left hand. If we go in a restaurant when we find one we steal the napkins but they have ran out and we are now using our left hand followed by splashes of water. It is dirty, uncomfortable and make you feel like you have pissed yourself when you leave the bathroom and the water runs down your legs! The toilets are holes in the floor and we are both sick to death of not being able to wipe our ass with paper! Its so grose you have to look at your hand to see if there is any shit left before you finish squatting and splashing your ass with water. We definitely remember to eat with our right hand nowadays!