march 10th damn Goa beach dogs wont leave us alone lol ; Japan EathQuake!!

march 10th

woke up around 7am had tea with Monika and my dad over the ocean view...hit the beach for a nice walk ..we found a bunch of nice sea shells...while walking these two dogs kept running up to us...so it was on and off fear of getting attacked (though we think they just wanted to play)... came back to the room dropped off the shells.

went and had our breakfast in hotels lounge area over the beach (very nice)...
checked back at the hotel..got ready for some lounging on the beach...
hopped in the ocean ...we rode some waves...i found a bunch of nice conch shells...
Monika and i relaxed on the lounge chairs which my dad and i moved into the shade.
very relaxing we fell asleep
needed Monika to guide me back to room i lost contacts.
once back we showered and headed for lunch back at Raoul restaurant on the beach for more Goa pawn curry and batter fried squid...after that we did a bit of shopping then we got ready to head to a Panjem for a sunset boat ride.
dad found starfish on ground
seat jack the young couple
relaxing ride to the boat...
all the Indian guys going crazy on stage when called to dance
nice show on boat..beautiful sunrise...
ride back was crazy with narrow roads ... insane drivers cutting one another off...yeesh!


words come by to us unknowing (Monika and i haven't known the date and time for weeks lol) that a 8.8 earthquake has struck japan and there's tsunami warnings all over the world!

march 9th

march 9th

woke up early Monika still sleeping
dad and i had tea and biscuits on the balcony over the sea view.
walked with dad while Monika slept.. saw crabs over where we went walking hiding in the rocks....saw monkeys in the trees as we reached our room..when we got back we woke Monika up..got ready for breakfast..at breakfast we once again faced the terrible slow and unresponsive service...i swear i must of asked at-least 4-5 people for a bottle water lol..which ended up being $4usd for one.

we came back and changed to hit the beach...at the beach we relaxed under the lifeguards straw hut..very relaxing...there we found a huge bunch of seaweed which we posed with as hair and a mermaid necklace lol... the old British people next to us also found it hilarious and posed with it.

for lunch we hit the restaurant on the beach...there we dealt with our slow service but nontheless good food and a nice view..we met our server Rahul who said he was going to set us up with a beach package.

came back to the room and had a very relaxing nap

had a delicious fresh seafood dinner at doms... the kid undercharged us...showed us live fish.

march 8th

march 8th
left palace on wheels said bye to the Chopras
gave Shilpa her necklace...kind of embarrassing because i wanted to give it to her in private but my dad made an announcement at breakfast that i wanted to give her something ugh lol
saw them in airport had lunch with them..
got on the plane for Goa..
exhausted reached the beautiful hotel Monika loved it...
got to pick our room
rested ...Monika and i hit the beach for a bit..very fun. saw cows on the beach!

ate dinner at johns..had seafood and sweet and sour port very good but slow ass service!

march 7th

march 7th

we all woke up too damn early (5am) to go see the bird sanctuary.
(rode with Chopra mom) very beautiful way to wake up.
Monika mentioned how Shilpa is looking for marriage.. joked about match.com over breakfast

Shopra mom gave Monika her jacket off her back and deemed her as a daughter.

after breakfast we relaxed and prepared to board the bus to view the Taj fort...

arrival at the fort we were swarmed with hawkers

march 6th

march 6th
starting to feel pretty sad the trips ending is coming along...let alone palace on wheels is ending..everyone was just starting to get along very well..and as uncle Elvis put it become more like family.

today we met for a quick breakfast...i seemed to have misplaced the safe key..
our tour guide looks intense..hes sweating as he talks about Joitpor
the temple we first saw was very beautiful..
today we checked to see if Mr sing only knows my name..Monika was right lol... chipmunk ask if i should go by Shaun or Chaan (meaning great)..Shelpa said she likes both lol.

Monika wore her Taj Mahal clothing...

Monika bored with palace...got yelled at by tour ago...

relaxing on the train was fun
found the safe key
a good price on sd card
dad feels better

chipmunk made us grilled cheese.

por means city...Jai is the guy who found it..is a Hindu.


udi por..named after Udising

walking up steep palace hill... dad got tired...wanted to head back to train...spent an hour walking around the palace and museum ...till dad finally told Mr. Sinh that he wanted to go back to the train to take it easy....everyone was concerned for dads health.dad felt embarrassed...Mr. Singh was very helpful and even said he would take care of dad as he was his own dad... he mentioned how he was worried Monika felt sad because of dad and said she reminds him of his own daughter...Mr. sing got us a car and driver to take us back..on the way we did some sd card shopping.

the Shopra mom taught me "Jai she Krishna" which means praise Krishna.

as we made our way back to the train..we saw Ashok and tipped the driver good bye.

once in the room dad quickly found his way to the bed.as he rested Monika and i began to tear apart the room searching for the safe key...after searching and reorganizing i finally found it in the carry on "community bag" which i must of misplaced it the night before when i was exhausted.after it was found i opened the safe (and thank god i didn't have to pick the lock which i tried first)...checked if the new sd worked in my camera (which it did!)..celebrated in relief..Monika and i hung out for a bit bantering and laughing about things.. keeping my dad awake lol.. later we all fell asleep in the room for a while. when i awoke.. i started to organize my bag.
Monika blew hair dryer..scared Ashok.
black lady dressed up everyone was in awe.
everyone was concerned and checked to see if dad was alright.
hung out with Chopras and old man after dinner...talked for an 1 or so...they invited me to stay with them in Brazil and Spain... Shelpa looking for husband.. joked about me dancing on train.. practicing to become like the dancer we saw the day before which i danced with... using glasses and balancing tea cups on my head.
chipmunk joked how i woke him up yo wake me up and i wasn't awake lol.
Shelpa and i took a pic of a guy across the train (a local one)...guy took one of us on pow. very cool! Mr. Chopra got off the train to get mints..didn't mind it moving while he was off haha.

march 5th

march 5th
know it all yelling at the guy for $100 and telling Monika she knew nothing.
coke head
Chopra dancing

Elvis and dad being twins
sing running through sand.
us declaring Shelpa as my sister.
camel ride was awesome.
Elvis going crazy with cam corder.
finally learning everyone's names.

the golden city was beautiful but full of decrepit aspects such as unstructured streets littered with tons of cow dung.
said they use cow urine to coat the buildings to help keep the shine.

saw a guy with a super long mustache lol

the dance dinner was really fun.
dad and i dancing.
dad and i talking about my future.
i asked Shopra about his charity event the day before.
woman's revolt for shopping which i got stuck with.
Elvis protected Monika and i through the streets....the street covered in cow shit.

i got the stone colds smiling.

Monika mad about age..dad jokes saying you used to be 24

i was a little sick...but got better today from riding a camel with Shelpa.

Mr sing loves me. tried dragging me up to dance lol.

dad and Monika played game of most "x" on bus.

watching the sunset was really nice with everyone.

did crappy tour guide and took rikshaws back.

march 4th

march 4th
we got applauded on board for being late...Monika and i were pissed.
we had a really good tour guide...actually got to learn for once.

we tried taking shots in all the restricted areas of the palace.

we ate lunch in a beautiful palace..the princess was being wed the next day.

we went to the art demo and everyone was in awe.

we all got really good rest.

march 3rd

march 3rd
woke up early for safari
saw the tiger
we had a really good tour guide
we envy of the train because we saw the tiger

later that evening we went to Chittorgah... we saw the monkey palace...i fed a monkey! the Shopras were so nice and bought my pic... there we saw the sun set ...we went to the light and sound show at the palace..

i went into the side part of the castle and jumped onto the window which showed me an amazing view of the city from the hillside and sunset... very amazing spot...

the light and sound show was about the warrior king Rana Ghupot(?)

Day 13 Our First Day On POW.. Tour OF Jaipor... Jantar Mantar! Super small room! Bathroom fights lol

march 2nd


Quaren tour guide
mirror palace was so cool!
know it all wouldn't shut her trap
weapon thing was cool
the palace thing was cool
nicknames were established
noticed segregation of the groups
we found doofy.
dad said everyone who works here is a village person...discovered shower was broken said Monika can walk across in towel.
elephant ride.
technically day 2.
i was supposed to ride with Shelpa!
palace lunch on hill very nice..guys played Beatles.
we met roach a and b.
we went to the temple thing.

we might be confused*

our first day on palace on wheels day was still a bit irritated with the room and starting to get annoyed with our new room attendant Ashok... who by the way speaks 3 words of English (-great-).
when breakfast ended we headed out to the bus...on the bus we drove through the city of Jaipor... our tour guide a young man with a heavy accent took us to various spots like Jantar Mantar

woke up bright and early on the train still lacking sleep but feeling good. today started with the single bathroom fight between us all. after that was settled we made it to breakfast...

Day 12 Ghandi Memorial..driving through New Dehli ... Boarding POW..

March 1nd 

woke up to someone asking me if i want tea.. saw Brigesh and his wife were already up.. my dad asked me how i slept laying in the upper cot next to me... the train arrived to the station an hour early or "an hour early" you could say. we said our good byes to our kind passage mates ..double checked all of our items were with us and off we went... inside the station it was once again very busy.. we had two bag boys load our bags..but where you ask? on their heads! that's like 85lbs! ... as we waited inside the airport everyone did the ole deep stares at Monika and i.. my dad went off to go check for the driver. as we waited Monika and i played the "your team" game... picking and choosing people to go on each others teams. once the driver arrived we loaded the bags inside the drivers car.. groggy and feeling "dirty" after the long 18 hr train ride we began to ride around new Dehli... a much better driving system and a lot of British influence in the well structured buildings. we took a stop for breakfast..and to use the much needed clean restroom at a beautiful 5 star restaurant. we all snacked on pastries ..had tea and fresh juice.. great way to transition prior to our new day in new Delhi.

as we left the hotel ... we met our driver... we drove around the city...there was a lot of British influence... we went to many sites including.. the red fortress which was gigantic! it was beautifully constructed..we saw .. after we saw the red fortress we went to visit Indian gate which is the memorial for the Indian soldiers who died in ww1 and ww2... India gate was another beautiful and large structure.. it had lovely opened fields and fountains...tons of people gathered there as we observed and shot pictures. finally we saw the best site..the Gandhi memorial which was a huge park dedicated to him with the eternal flame in the middle. the park was beautifully decorated with flowers,wide green grasses,large trees,lovely fountains... at the time we went to visit we saw a school of children on a field trip they were in very good moods with smiles and cheers! upon entering the flame which was centered in the middle of the park..we had to remove our shoes ..the flame had a very empowering essence inside... it was a great feeling and a great site!

as we hopped back into our drivers car (Subwinger as Monika called him) he took us to a gift shop right before we had to go to the train station at 4pm for pow.

as we drove our dad spoke to the driver in Hindi making conversation...Monika and i sat worried in the back thinking the driver was meddling through our bags haha.

on the way to the shop we stopped by a MacDonalds really fast (yes a McDonalds in India) there we were swarmed with beggars prior to walking in (a good tourist spot)... inside tons of Indians and white travelers. a nice McDonalds and the food wasn't too bad either...as we left we saw another American tourist get swarmed by the beggars... thankfully we at least had dad who could tell them to go away in Hindi.

when we finally reached the train station my dad and Monika checked us into the palace on wheels with our tickets.

the pow had a nice welcoming setup for us.. chairs for us to sit and we had a warm welcome with flower necklaces and tikas ...we shot our pictures met our attendant and made our way into the train for our welcoming glass of wine.

we met some new friends as we sat at the bar... once we entered our room the first reaction was "wow this is small" and it was... a 7x7 room with bathroom...a tough fit for 2 men and 1 woman. as we roughly settled in we rested and were to meet in the bar at 7pm sharp for a group meeting...unfortunately we were still exhausted from the long train and ended up being a bit late to the meeting...it was bit of an embarrassing first impression for the trip to be last in to the meeting and have to have the staff bring extra chairs...as the man spoke with a horrible sound system set up...my dad fell asleep on the chair...Monika looked like she was day dreaming..and i starred out the window at all the Indian poverty...a very dividing line from pow and sitting next to a fire surrounded by trash.

...as the night came we rested back at the room got ready for our dinner, ate and went to sleep. ...

Day 11 Delhi Making it to POW! The Long Train Ride!! Dealing With Beggars! Red ide!! Dealing With Beggars! Dealing with Bathroom Holes And More!!!

Feb 28th
woke up ... sealed up my  bags while i tried to help my frantic father and sister double check their items for the train ride. made it up early enough to finish off uncle Hurris bananas in a delicious smoothie with oranges + mango juice to go with the delightful french toast Letta made for Monika and i. as my dad ran back and fourth making sure his credit card was active to us making sure we pack our slippers for Goa...
as the morning went by ...things came pretty smoothly ...the driver arrived early and i had a chance to chat with him a bit...i learned his sister was a dds in Cali...we discussed the differences between the us and India..a nice guy...

once we made it to the train station it was packed! tons of people roaming around..including beggars... it was really sad..we saw a young boy holding a young baby boy! our dad explained to us about begging reigns who swarm the station - professional beggars.. he said tell them "the-dia" meaning i already gave. the baggage man put our bags on a cart..jackass ripped the bags away from Monika and i...as we waited for the train..we saw a rat and feces on the track..pretty disgusting ! ha...
the train came...by now Monika was hating this idea...i didn't mind aside from the foul smell. boarded the train ..lucky we had a nice couple as our train-mates...there's bunkers on top of our seats..its a very different environment. once we started moving on the tracks i think Monika started to ease down.
dad looks at life half full
told us about grandma being a pioneer when becoming a female Dr. as opposed to the typical male to female oppressed methods.

dad explained to me yet another inefficient Indian idea after the colonization of India. India gained its independence but became a socialist state... to keep good ties they gave one of the leaders the monopoly car company..the man with the company didn't make any changes aside from the grill on the car every now and then. the issue being that people had to use a waiting list to get a vehicle...people who didn't really need a car would register to the list in order to take bribes for their spot in line. India put a very high tax on bordering countries and forced its people to buy from within.causing people to bribe pone another for spots in line and pay 3x the typical buying prices. a very stupid system indeed. finally in the yr 2000 the Indian people got fed up and started using different cars.

dad shared story how he used to take the trail a lot when he was younger to go to a school. the ride took 2 days ... he told me how they used to pop their heads out the window and the coal would fly in their face.

Monika asked the conductor what happens when a person cant pay the ticket the young Indian couple next to us got a good chuckle.

as the train ride went along we had our lunch consisting of doll rice..and mine a vegetarian Indian tofu like cheese. unfortunately for my sister,my dad, and myself is we didn't have any table to place our trays on... i asked the young man sitting across from me if i could use a piece of the newspaper he finished reading so i can protect myself from stains...the train was shaky every now and then and the curry was shaking right off the tip of its tray...after hearing the bathroom was a disgusting hole (literally it was a hole) i was a bit apprehensive  to use my eating utensils questioning the cleanliness of them... after lunch we past the rural areas and entered Mumbai... at that point my dad convinced me i should shoot some photos out the dingy window.. to this i moved across our cabin to sit next to another nice man near the window. the man watched me as i aimed the camera directly behind the window glass and shot pictures of the country.... as my battery began to fade...the man finished reading his paper we had a moment of just staring at one another (we were sitting maybe less than 1 ft across from one another)
the man asked me if I'm visiting...this opened a good conversation of him and i chatting about the Indian job market..i learned he was an engineer and he had family in the u.s. despite not ever being there...he was 30 yrs old and his brother worked on the nation street light system.

once my battery completely died ..Monika and my dad wanted to grab some sleep.. now the challenge was how to get them up to their bunks haha.

once Monika and my dad were settled ..i sat next to the young couple with nothing to do.... they asked me if I'm from India this led to a long conversation into the night. my new friends Brigesh and Pooja ... i learned everything from how they met at a wedding and have been married for 7 yrs. Brigesh shared with me his experience being a captain on a ship. as my sister and dad woke up we all had our train lunch and they also got to know our new friends. as night came along we found ourselves playing an intense game of Uno (which Monika and Pooja dominated). as everyone fell asleep the nice man sitting horizontally to us gave Monika his bottom bunk as she was having difficulties getting up and down the top bunk. Brigesh and i ended up staying for a good part of the night while everyone slept. he explained to me the corruption of the Indian government.. we talked about how they drive for money and fail to accommodate the poverty in Indian.  we talked about the differences and similarities between India and the u.s. ... i joked at how he calls himself BJ and how that can be a very humorless name in the u.s. ...he told me how Indians can be even harsher when it comes to insulting friends. our conversation carried on with chatting about life in general ...meeting certain people in life.. religion and how his wife is pregnant. BJ told me how in Indian many remote parts still follow the old methods in which they'll kill the child if they learn its a baby girl...and this many people skip the monogram(?)... as the came across the early night...BJs wife woke up in-front of us... we all ended up having a late night snack..they shared some fine homemade chipaties with me.
as his wife went back to sleep.. BJ and i sat and enjoyed the quiet and peaceful night. we both decided to try and grab some sleep despite both of us having a hard time sleeping on moving vehicles. ...after  a good nights rest i woke up early to a man asking for tea.

Day 10 Ah Slow Indian restaraunt service.. raining in Pune? Bathroom Holes..

Feb 28, 2011

woke up early tired ass hell..slept a bit late last night after pizza...nice easy tea and biscuits this morning..dad finished packing... showed me what a real leather belt is..one his dad gave him 50 years ago.

Breakfast was delicious..our maid Letta made me French Toast..Monika wasteful as usual didn't finish her food... an act of that sort is something that is very looked down upon in India..this is because the vast amount of people who go hungry everyday.

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things we've eaten up to this point.

doll
sweet breakfast thing
the sesame seed ball things
Indian chocolate fudge
bingo chips
various vers of bingo chips
special chicken
thing Shopras wife made us (spongy thing))
Shopras bananas

chicoo
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feb 28 cont.

we went to drop dads clothes off..ran to do errands with him.. get xerox..walked a pretty far distance to go get passport photos done...stopped by the bank..Monika was bothered by the hole in the ground bathroom style.. we carried a discussion on how Indian woman use it when wearing saris...later we stopped by a nice re-modernized Indian restaurant for what was a delicious snack at the cost of service...dad got outraged at the restaurant-servers.. because the food was once again taking forever to be severed..and orders being switched around... as we exited the restaurant we noticed it started raining in India a very odd occurrence in February. later in the evening we came home..Monika and i made delicious smoothies..we also went to visit uncle Hurri while our dad had a late rescheduled massage.. uncle Hurri and his wife joined us to sit outside under their awesome while it rained..they told us stories of grandma and grandpa and how dad takes much of his influence from grandma. uncle Hurri and his wife also shared with us their views on America and how they've been there on numerous occasions.. adding they would never live there but enjoy short visits every now and then...funny because Monika and i say the same thing about India! what we learned today Indian customer service sucks. Monika rode a rikshaw for the first time and the word geldi means hurry. also we took a visit to dads stock broker. tried Masala Dosa at the restaurant very good!

Day 9 Ghandi and Hitler same Book Shelf hmmm

Feb 27, 2011

Morning:

Today was another early wake up call at 6am!
no breakfast..(aside from chowing down some crumpets)
We had to walk all the way back to the cellphone place to drop the xerox forms for the phone rental.
While on the way there.. we had to cross the streets - which was scary as hell but as we keep doing it, it's becoming a little more comfortable each time.

Afternoon:

We stopped by the handy craft expo today ... got a killer deal on a nicely painted paper machet keepsake box. The handicraft expo has aggressive sellers who will go to any extent to make the sale..the guy was trying to press 3000rs for a broken box (hinge was hanging off!!)...Knocked him down to 1200rs with repair & cleaning....Monika got more deals on shawls ..(a really cool one for her couch )

Came back to the house...forgot to remind dad to get more tonic water and milk lol...at least we made it crossing the insane streets to see another day in Pune! Only a few more days till Palace on Wheels!

Just relaxed today and caught up with the blog.

Monika is driving me insane today!

We helped dad dye his hair today..he accidently put his cigarette out in the dye lol!

night:

as we headed out the door to go get monikas cell phone set up we decided tonight we will just grab some food at the local pizza hut *yes they're in India*

After stopping my the local cellphone hut... we stopped by the next hut.. the local pizza hut! This required us to pass one hell of a busy street.. (the drivers are relentless!).

The pizza hut..was packed with tooonnnsss of people! We had to get on a waiting to list to be seated!

While waiting for the list to cut down..we observed the crowds of people..I noticed a bookshelf inside what seemed like an Indian borders having Gandhi's biography along with many famous Indian books + authora intermixed with Mein Kompf lol. Ironic.

Along with people watching... I also seized the opportunity to ditch my slightly ripped pair of socks which was given away to a beggar who immediately put it on ...(pretty cool).

Once we finally were seated in the pizza hut ..I was astonished to find so many Indians eating inside the restaurant.. the radio playing a mix of Red Hot Chili Peppers and Creed!

Our menus we're chalked full with items,entrees,appetizers,deserts...it was mind blowing to think it was just a regular pizza hut....despite the great appearance and lovely menu...the service was terrible!!!

the food took forever to come...the menu was misleading..the manager was useless and wouldn't even come resolve an issue..the drink had a hair in it...the waiting tooooook for ever. The pizza..not bad. It was an Indian styled pizza.. a bit spicey but a good consistency nonetheless.

As we were eating my dad began to tell us how when the first Pizza hut came to India no one used it and the menu was weak.. that was 98' now in 2011...the pizza hut is the hit of the town..or at least the Indians attempting to sheepishly follow the American lifestyle.

kind of a sad thing to see when people will put status and brand over the way in which they're treated..especially when it's one of such a highly respected culture-ethnicity.



today i learned how to ask how are you "atsihi"
which should hopefully follow with im good "teakhi" then askin and you "neahhi"
i learned how to say thank you "shookrea"
i learned how to say shut up (mainly for monika) "choop"


we also learned that "banjo" is a bad Indian word.. (my sister called me this due to me calling her "ben-gi" meaning sister)

saw dead rat on road tonight and a huge roach in the room which I killed!

Day 8 POW coming up soon ..must get things done!

Feb 26, 2011

Wake Up call was bright and early! Our dad is trying very hard to get us conditioned for the Palace on wheels... Today Monika went out again with Uncle Hurris daughters,wife, and daughters friends to shop... My dad I I went on our own little exploration through the what Monika refers to as "mean streets of India".

We journeyed out to finally get service on my cell phone! (I think my dad was nervous because he had a hard time getting a hold of Monika the other day when she went out with Hurris daughter).

on our journey to the shop.. we stopped by what I would call the Indian version of Wells Fargo bank. The bank was filled with people doing transactions and ready tellers, bankers, and a young enthusiastic manager pushing sales!

unfortunately for my dad he forgot his I.D. and we had to gooo alll the way back to the Sindh Society to get the damn thing!

instead of walking IN CAME THE RIKSHAW ..


Crossing the road in a RIKSHAW!!

Once we finally arrived at the house.. I waited in the Rikshaw.. the driver just starred at me and smiled (must of thought I was an idiot or something lol) .. while I was trying to shoot a picture of the butterfly going in and out of the rikshaw

We finally made our way back to the bank  ...then off we went walking the streets again.. stopping at various spots until we made it to the cellphone shop... we also stopped by a handicraft expo .. here where you barely glance at one item and the seller runs right up to you in hopes you buy! (odd part is they didn't say anything to me when they walked up - just stood next to me lol)..

Around the corner of the expo we had my work pants tailored for $1 !! very good deal.


Once back at the house we met up with my sister Monika ... she had bought dresses with the ladies..and claims that everywhere she goes people stare at her! lol...

Something she observed was all the Indian kids hanging out at the Indian mall on dates...funny that they all go eat at the Mcdonads instead of eating the Indian food.

dad mentioned that massage man does not like my hair - we picked up my pants from the tailor..Monika was shocked to learn they were all males doing the repairs and mine had no legs.


Today My dad taught me why the Indian people where those silver bracelet things on their arms today... essentially it used to be  a sacred part of the Sik religion..then later caught on as a fashion trend in the 70's .. so essentially people who where them are either very religious or very out of style lol.


***kid running into traffic...using kid as a rag doll to hit the ball..
dogs came running at us.. people lighting fires in village?
took pics of Monika in sari

dads getting a little frustrated we keep questioning the Indian lifestyle and are bit apprehensive when it comes to trying new things.

Day 7 Local Dr. Visit To The Slums.. MG Road shopping

Feb 25, 2011

going to see Dr. Pherwani at her clinic .. she's treated grandpa..you sit at a  desk with her..call you into her office.. she's a family friend..if not family.. treats my dad..very kind lady! She actually treats many people for free (including my dad)...her work and clinic is located inside the Sindh society as more of a charitable act.

Inside Dr. Pherwani's clinic we inquired about medicines we're taking and got prescriptions for new meds just in-case we get sick on palace on wheels.

Something interesting about the clinic was we were treated in a small room with the doctor..she used a bulky flashlight..it was nothing like the typical doctor office you see in the U.S.

mg road? lady with no hands.. spending hours shopping for Monika's dress..majority of the shop dealers are males! matching sunglasses for $4 ....saw  Asians and i said it was my family.

The slum - smells bad..it's a local path way..many stray animals! goats, cows..dogs! little huts..

walking back from the slum we ran into my dads holy friend...he smiled and did a gesture to say hello..we carried out a very short exchange and I think he blessed me... pretty cool!

Today I learned how to say see ya later = "fir mal-en-gi"
I also learned how to count to ten!

"ack"
"do"
"tien"
"char"
"paunch"
"che"
"sath"
"aut"
"nou"
"thus"

Day 6 Bing Chips & Taj Idian Beer.

Feb 24, 2011

society shop ? all we buy are chips! are new favorite are things things that taste like ruffles called bingo

dad is worried we're going to miss the  train for palace on wheels lol had a nightmare where we all get sick and miss the train and he becomes to laughing stalk of the Sindh society.

learned today that the Sindh society was founded in part by the Sindi people many years ago as a jungle land..the land was inhabitant by them and made into a little society...the area now has a very net worth and is the eye candy of many of Indias rich.


we took our evening walk and also saw a woman working construction in a sari with at least 20 bricks being carried on here head!

tried Indian beer tonight..very smooth and very rich!

stepped outside of Sindh society first look at India.

dad bought some oranges and was pissed off the guy didn't stay true to a deal previously made and also didn't allow him to

choose his oranges.