Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
We then walked through this other tree filled thing in search for a rhino. This dude was in there and I don't really know who he is but he's funny. In my mind I call him George of the Jungle. We did end up finding the rhino + its baby and when it saw Kam's white shirt it attacked! Not. It took a couple steps and the dude was like, "Get behind the big tree. Go!" My mom ran and it was funny because I didn't do anything. I should have taken a picture of her. I could have taken that rhino with my ninja skills.
We then drove to Pokhara. Like 3 hours. We went shopping and I bought something for my future children. I'm not even kidding. (Not the thing that follows. The sign on it just killed me)
The next morning we woke up way early and went to see the sunrise. We almost missed it because the hotel parking was crazy and our van was blocked. Mahindra, our driver, was a beast though. You should have seen him drive up the mountain.
The view of the Himalayas was amazing. So beautiful.
Then we went to Davies Falls where a lady died. The sign literally says,
"finally she was dead..."
They recovered Mrs. Davies' body after a while. Dumb lady was "bathing" with her husband near the falls. Maybe I shouldn't say that. Sorry Mrs. Davies. You're not dumb. But you are dead. Rest in peace lady. You now have a cool falls named after you.
After that we went to a cave thing where we were attacked by
g h o s t s!
(not really but look at the picture)
It was so cooool!
Yeah, that's it. Phew. That took FOREVER.
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Taj Mahal.
Kam charming a cobra. What you can't see is my mom freaking out behind me.
Just chillin in the ancient jacuzzi at Amber Fort.
Second try to get to Kathmandu after the weather forced us to turn back to Delhi.
We were in playing cards and eating lunch, pretending like everything is fantastic, listening to the t h u n d e r roll on and on, with no breaks in between, when we heard chanting.
From the roof we could see people walking in the street carrying red flags. Maoists. This street is possibly one of the busiest streets in Kathmandu, but we haven't seen a car driving on it for a couple of days. Only ambulances and the occasional motorcycle. It's kind of weird to hear so much silence, when honking is a huge part of driving here. I guess I'm not really allowed outside anymore. I get too many looks. EVERYONE looks at me. They look at me, then at my feet, then back at me. I don't blend in too well in the United States, it's no surprise I really don't blend here. They either smile, or ya know, the other thing. I'm glad I rarely get the latter.
I wish I could see a solution for this country. I've been studying the situation and listening to opinions. I have no idea what is going to happen. If violence starts, Kam noted that,
"We'll be right in the middle of a civil war."
How crazy would that be?
It's kind of hard for me to grasp what's happening because I never in my life imagined I would experience something like this. It doesn't affect me like it affects the Nepalis, but I still feel like I'm partly affected. Wow, the yelling is getting louder.
Anyways, I don't really have much to write.
God bless America.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
- Pink City really is pink.
- Amber fort is not made out of Amber.
- I got a dot on my forehead in the temple thing.
- Sat in an ancient "jacuzzi" at Amber Fort.
- Kam charmed a cobra. He even wore a little hat and played some kind of flute.
- Two little boys gave us a magic show. One claimed us when we got out of the car and when the other came up to steal his claim they got into a major fight. Our guide (who was crazy) told them that they had to split whatever they got. During the magic show, three balls got sent to Mumbai, Delhi, and Agra but then they returned. Also, a rupee disappeared and magically appeared in my ear. He had me blow on a knife and a flower opened up right in my face. I LOVE LITTLE MAGICIANS. they so cool.
- I honestly can't remember and I don't want to refer to my journal.
- I do remember that Singh (our guide) was obsessed with the camera and kept saying stuff like, "My turn" and "I will now take a picture". Crazy.
No, I didn't take this picture. I'm just sick of my blog looking bland. I googled this.
The Taj Mahal is all about love. Shah Jahan built it for his favorite wife after she died in child birth of her fourteenth child (or according to Slumdog Millionaire, a tragic car accident). Shah Jahan asked her what he could do to show her that he loved her more than anything in the world. I can't remember what she said... but this is the result. It took 22 YEARS to complete. I love Shah Jahan because he was so awesome. He even built a mosque on the side for his workers, and in order to keep the perfect symmetry (I'm not kidding it's freakin perfect) he built a similar building on the other side.
I could go on and on about how much I LOVE the Taj Mahal. Inside are the tombs of Mumtaz Mahal and Shah Jahan. It's a huge symbol of love. One of Shah Jahan's sons imprisoned him and killed his brothers so that he could take the throne, and all that Shah Jahan wanted was to be somewhere where he could see the Taj. The colors inside are not paint. They are stones.
GOOGLED again. SO AWESOME.
Anyways, we went back to the hotel, swam, packed, went to the shop where the descendants of the artisans that did the inlay work in the Taj Mahal are still doing the same art (AMAZINGGG) and headed off for Jaipur.
I just read what I wrote and it really has no flow haha. WHATEV.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
I'm gonna do bullet points because they are easy on the eyes
- Driving here is crazy. You don't drive in the lines because that would just be a crazy thing to do. Also, when you honk, it's not because of anger. Honking is simply saying, "I'm here, right by you, and I'm going to pass you. So move."
- If you go to McDonalds here, get a Chicken Maharaja Mac. I didn't get that but that's beside the point.
- Women make houses out of cow dung.
- Hotel: Jaypee Palace (I think...) Gave us some type of lei made out of jasmine and rose water to drink. My mom couldn't drink it because she's weak sauce but Kam and I downed them.
- Take a nap after flying a bazillion hours. Seriously.
- Agra fort is freeeeaking awesome. Pictures later.
- When I got out of the car at Agra Fort a street vendor followed me and said, "I think I will name you Lily." So you may now call me Lily.
- If you're tall, thin, and American, Indian people will want to take pictures with you.
- This boy came up to me and said, "One copy please?" He led me to his family where his brother wanted a picture with me while his family stood off to the side giggling and his mom snapped our picture. Nitin said, "They think she is like Demi Moore."
- Rug factory. So coooool! I took a video for future viewing pleasure and memories. Takes about 6 months for two people to make a decently big one.
- If you plug in your straightener, and it causes the power to go out, don't do it again... because of course the same thing is going to happen!! And then your straightener is dead. Yes, that was my mom who did that.
I'll start this out the day before when we're waiting in line to check in at the airport.
So we're waiting in line to check in at the airport... and all the workers are at their stations ready to check us in. Except, they're not checking us in. There are literally over a hundred people waiting in line and they're just sitting there, staring at us.
Thank you Aeroflot.
They're not even giving us tags to put on our luggage so people know it's ours. Observe:
Mom: "Can I have a luggage tag please?"
Lady: "YOU HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL WE OPEN!!!!!!!!"
Yeah. We waited about 1.5 hours for them to open because our flight was 1.5 hours late and they wouldn't open more than 3 hours prior to take off. Or something like that.
We get off the plane. Exhausted. I slept about one hour. Good thing I had "Whip It" "A Beautiful Mind" and "He's Just Not That Into You" to keep me from losing my mind. We get on the
ONE SECOND: GRANDMA JUST CAME IN AND ASKED ME IF I WANTED A PIECE OF FUDGE. YES, PLEASE. A PIECE OF AMERICA.
air train and head on our way to M O S C O W. Along the way, people spoke to me in Russian and I was able to play it off so that they didn't know I had absolutely no idea what they were saying.
ONE SECOND: "NOTHING ON YOU" IS PLAYING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. WHAAA? AM I STILL IN KATHMANDU?
We were under the impression that at the end of our ride on the air train we'd be at Red Square. When we found out we were not in fact in Red Square, we were under the impression that we could find someone who spoke English or at least someone nice enough to try.
Lesson #1: Learn Russian before going to Russia. Or carry around a Russian dictionary.
Kam asked some police dudes and all they did was slowly shake their heads. HAHAHAH.
We made our way to the subway (only God knows how) and plotted how to get to this thing that looked like a square. BUT GUESSS WHAT! THAT THING ON THE SUBWAY MAP THAT IS SHAPED LIKE A SQUARE IS NOT RED SQUARE.
I'll shorten this because it's getting a little long and without pictures, who will have the patience to read this? It's like... who would read A Tale of Two Cities rather than There's A Monster at the End of This Book. Just kidding. Be mature, geez.
We made it to Red Square with the help of Max max, Max, and Niquita (sp?) and some quiet little lady who spoke absolutely no English. It snowed, but it was cool. Then we made it back to the airport. How? Skill. and luck.
On to INDIA.
And now here I am in Kathmandu, Nepal, having the time of my life and trying to remember that you cannot drink the tap water or you might just die. Or something like that.
Right now I am going to write about what has happened since New York. I've already told you about being kidnapped, so now it's time to tell you about what really happened. I know I'm in Nepal but today is the Sabbath day (yeah, it's Saturday), there are Maoists out and about, everyone is sleeping, and there's really nothing else to do but sit here and be serenaded by Goofy, the dog.
Because nobody reads this anyway hahah.