This is the end (The Doors playing quietly in the background)...
Well, I'm being a bit dramatic, but its the end of my first leg at least. And to celebrate I ate Maccas for lunch! I had a Chicken Maharaja Mac, and it didn't kill me. It was essentially a Big Mac but instead of beef it had 2 'chicken' patties and instead of special sauce, there was some curry sauce that tasted like tandoorie.
Anyway, I'm here in Delhi with 13 hours to kill before my flight, and luckily before we left Delhi last time I found this internet cafe that charges only 15Rs an hour. I could sit here until I have to leave at 11pm and it would only cost me $5! And I probably will...
I've already had a massive day - I was up at 3.45am to get my jeep from Bundi to the closest railway station in time for my 6am train to Delhi. I arrived in Delhi around 1 and my flight to London leaves at 2am to get me there by 7am - right on time for work... I kid, I kid! But seriously, Hana intends on spending the entire day house hunting, so there's no rest for me in sight. She's got a new 9-5 office job so if we don't get anything this weekend we're pretty screwed...
Last time you heard from me, Suze and I were in Udaipur. Lovely town. Unfortunately we didn't make it to a screening of Octupussy either night we were there, however the day after my post I did have my palm read. Some of the things he said about my personality were surprisingly accurate, but he though my Dad was an architect and to add an Indian spin on it told me that I will have 5 girlfriends after I'm married, but my wife will never know... Score.
We left Udaipur that evening and caught the overnight 'sleeper' bus to Bundi. Management probably should consider a name change of said bus, as in spite of the fact that we were assigned bunks on the bus, the lack of suspension on a dirt road prevented any sleep and if you were lucky enough to nod off, at every toilet stop chai wallahs (tea vendors) would pace up and down the bus yelling "hot chai" at the top of their lungs. They must have paid off the driver because he did nothing to keep them off the bus...
We arrived in Bundi at 4.30am and made our way to the hotel recommended to us by our tour leader. Turns out the manager of the hotel used to be a tour leader at the same company and was good friends with our leader, so he gave us a good rate on the rooms and that first morning free. Aside from that, there's not that much to say about Bundi... There's a palace that hasn't been completely restored, a fort further up the hill that has an impressive sunset view and a completely uninspiring town. I used to time to get in a bit or R&R, but to tell the truth wasn't that disappointed to leave the place. I have since changed my tune, as anywhere is better than Delhi when you have 13 hours to kill... A funny side note (which everyone who wasn't there won't find funny...): the hotel manager JP became quite smitten with Suze and kept talking to her about marriage and trying to convince her to stay another week in Bundi. The smooth cat even dropped the ever-so-subtle hint that his mother was really cool and not only would she allow love-marriages (not arranged) but she would also approve of him marrying a western girl!
Anyway, my Indian adventure is now over. When Johnny asked me how its been, I summarised thusly: Each day has to be treated as seperate from the last. Some days you will absolutely love India and some days you will hate it. All in all I only wished I was somewhere else on 2 or 3 days out of my 21. It has been unforgettable and I hope to come back to see the mountains in the north and the beaches in the south.
And now its on to London. First point of business is to find somewhere to live, and second and more importantly, find a job. Probably won't be doing much of any interest in the next few months, but if there is something, it'll be up on here before too long. I'll get a UK sim soon after I arrive, and I'll send out the number as soon as I get it. Bad news about Riewoldt, but life goes on. St Kilda will still win the flag this year and look out for Franky Lee in the fantasy footy...
Well, I'm being a bit dramatic, but its the end of my first leg at least. And to celebrate I ate Maccas for lunch! I had a Chicken Maharaja Mac, and it didn't kill me. It was essentially a Big Mac but instead of beef it had 2 'chicken' patties and instead of special sauce, there was some curry sauce that tasted like tandoorie.
Anyway, I'm here in Delhi with 13 hours to kill before my flight, and luckily before we left Delhi last time I found this internet cafe that charges only 15Rs an hour. I could sit here until I have to leave at 11pm and it would only cost me $5! And I probably will...
I've already had a massive day - I was up at 3.45am to get my jeep from Bundi to the closest railway station in time for my 6am train to Delhi. I arrived in Delhi around 1 and my flight to London leaves at 2am to get me there by 7am - right on time for work... I kid, I kid! But seriously, Hana intends on spending the entire day house hunting, so there's no rest for me in sight. She's got a new 9-5 office job so if we don't get anything this weekend we're pretty screwed...
Last time you heard from me, Suze and I were in Udaipur. Lovely town. Unfortunately we didn't make it to a screening of Octupussy either night we were there, however the day after my post I did have my palm read. Some of the things he said about my personality were surprisingly accurate, but he though my Dad was an architect and to add an Indian spin on it told me that I will have 5 girlfriends after I'm married, but my wife will never know... Score.
We left Udaipur that evening and caught the overnight 'sleeper' bus to Bundi. Management probably should consider a name change of said bus, as in spite of the fact that we were assigned bunks on the bus, the lack of suspension on a dirt road prevented any sleep and if you were lucky enough to nod off, at every toilet stop chai wallahs (tea vendors) would pace up and down the bus yelling "hot chai" at the top of their lungs. They must have paid off the driver because he did nothing to keep them off the bus...
We arrived in Bundi at 4.30am and made our way to the hotel recommended to us by our tour leader. Turns out the manager of the hotel used to be a tour leader at the same company and was good friends with our leader, so he gave us a good rate on the rooms and that first morning free. Aside from that, there's not that much to say about Bundi... There's a palace that hasn't been completely restored, a fort further up the hill that has an impressive sunset view and a completely uninspiring town. I used to time to get in a bit or R&R, but to tell the truth wasn't that disappointed to leave the place. I have since changed my tune, as anywhere is better than Delhi when you have 13 hours to kill... A funny side note (which everyone who wasn't there won't find funny...): the hotel manager JP became quite smitten with Suze and kept talking to her about marriage and trying to convince her to stay another week in Bundi. The smooth cat even dropped the ever-so-subtle hint that his mother was really cool and not only would she allow love-marriages (not arranged) but she would also approve of him marrying a western girl!
Anyway, my Indian adventure is now over. When Johnny asked me how its been, I summarised thusly: Each day has to be treated as seperate from the last. Some days you will absolutely love India and some days you will hate it. All in all I only wished I was somewhere else on 2 or 3 days out of my 21. It has been unforgettable and I hope to come back to see the mountains in the north and the beaches in the south.
And now its on to London. First point of business is to find somewhere to live, and second and more importantly, find a job. Probably won't be doing much of any interest in the next few months, but if there is something, it'll be up on here before too long. I'll get a UK sim soon after I arrive, and I'll send out the number as soon as I get it. Bad news about Riewoldt, but life goes on. St Kilda will still win the flag this year and look out for Franky Lee in the fantasy footy...
posted by YT at 4:47 pm
3 Comments:
Hey yt, good to see you made it through the first stage alive, and only once conceding to a dodgy curry. Good luck on london with the other dodgy curry.
Hey Darling,
Your trip sounded fantastic and it was to bad that you did end up getting sick I had the trophy ready for you and everthing! It feels strange that you aren't here especially that it's mid autumn and it's 30 degrees so we can't drink cosmo's in your pool. hehehe...
Looking forward to hearing from you soon!
Missing you heaps!
Luv Jo
xox
P.S Tell Hana I say hi and that I miss her too! And that basketball isn't the same without her!!!
I'm assuming that first comment was from Sean (as he's the only one who speaks to me of dodgy curries), and I say to him that I'll won't have problems with dodgy curries in England as I'm completely curried out and probably won't touch any more of the shit for the rest of the year.
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