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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Liz is delirous
Things she has said in the past day:
Remember when it was cold? I don't.
The next guy who tries to sneakily take my photo as he walks by, I'm gonna rip his camera out of his hands...(later) I just feel like my face is gonna pop up on a billboard.
We did a lot of bargaining on our walk from the Taj...that shirt started at 500 and by the end it was 50. (Elephant Keychains: 6 for 500 to 12 for 100, magnet: 450 to 70. We didn't buy anything, even from the guy selling whips. What?)
How come we can't book train tickets a week in advance because the trains are always full?
...because there are a billion people in India, Liz.
Remember when it was cold? I don't.
The next guy who tries to sneakily take my photo as he walks by, I'm gonna rip his camera out of his hands...(later) I just feel like my face is gonna pop up on a billboard.
We did a lot of bargaining on our walk from the Taj...that shirt started at 500 and by the end it was 50. (Elephant Keychains: 6 for 500 to 12 for 100, magnet: 450 to 70. We didn't buy anything, even from the guy selling whips. What?)
How come we can't book train tickets a week in advance because the trains are always full?
...because there are a billion people in India, Liz.
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Train, really
We got kicked off of sleeper class, which we weren't supposed to be on anyway since we only paid 60 rupees per ticket. That is two meals worth of three and a half hour train ride.
Liz and I are currently squished, standing by the bathroom in what seems to be a car entirely filled with men. Men sitting on the floor by the open door, men standing everywhere, men jumping on the runners as the train leaves the platform. Thankfully, the doors are open and there's a breeze. File under: things that are impossible to describe in words.
Liz and I are currently squished, standing by the bathroom in what seems to be a car entirely filled with men. Men sitting on the floor by the open door, men standing everywhere, men jumping on the runners as the train leaves the platform. Thankfully, the doors are open and there's a breeze. File under: things that are impossible to describe in words.
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Live blog: train
Photos of Delhi and Taj coming, but Liz and I hopped on a train back to Delhi from Agra. We got invited as guests to sit with a man, his wife, and their approximately five children. There are nine people plus us in a six man compartment. Dude just came by handing out bread and jam, and someone is selling rattles and throwing them on the ground. A beggar boy is sweeping the floor.
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Friday, March 25, 2011
Good morning
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Made it!
Apparently the government bus drops you off in Delhi at 510 am. Who knew? It's teatime,
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