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Category Archives: India
Vacation India, part 4
The trip from Goa to Mumbai began at 11:00 a.m. with the boisterous West Bengali family with whom we were sharing our coupe opening a bottle of whiskey. It wasn't long before they were singing and drunkenly expounding on West Bengal's long legacy of poetry and literature. It seemed like the trip home was going to be a test of my constitution.
Posted in India Tagged Benares, Good Morning India, Hotel Zam Zam, India Rail, Margoa, Mumbai, pedophilia, Sunauli, trains, whiskey Comments closed
Vacation India, part 3
We arrived in Goa on Monday, March 31, 2003 (day 4), and the vacation began. The scenery got greener as we crawled through Goa and somewhere along the way we picked up Les, a friend of Kara's. He'd been traveling across India for the past month or so and had just left a job serving food at an ashram run by a paraplegic man. He needed the beaches, he said.
Posted in India Tagged Anjuna, baksheesh, Goa, India, India Rail, Les the Mess, Margoa, Maupse, motorcycles, Mumbai, Palolem, Rolling Stones, trains, Vagator Comments closed
Vacation India, part 2
We arrived in Mumbai early on the morning of Sunday, March 30, 2003. It was dark and slightly muggy when we got off at some unmarked train station to the north of town. Everyone moved as one sleepy mass through the terminal (itself filled with sleeping masses) and outside. We had to be at Victoria Station (also called CTS) at 10:00 p.m. to catch our train to Goa. We had 17 hours to kill in Mumbai and we had no idea how to get from where we were to air conditioning. What did we do? We followed the crowd.
Posted in India Tagged 2003 invasion of iraq, beggars, India, India Rail, Mumbai, trains, Victoria Station Comments closed
Vacation India, part 1
Our first destination in India, Goa, was a long way from our homes in Nepal. There were nine of us coming from various parts of Nepal: Bhaktapur, Rajbiraj, Biratnagar, Birtamod, Bhadrapur, and of course Birganj. We were leaving Nepal overland from Bhairahawa, through Sunauli at the border, and beginning our train journey in Gorakhpur, India. After living one km from India for a year now, I was finally crossing the border and seeing what was on the other side.
Thanksgiving travels