Sunday, November 11, 2007
I met these guys who tried to explain what was on the menu. I swear I could totally understand and speak Cantonese. It was awesome!
They made this soup for me. Not sure what was in it, but it was delicious. After that I stumbled back to my room and went to sleep.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
No Camera, No Pictures, No Problems
After spending all of 20 minutes packing for my trip to India, I left a few things behind, most notably my camera, which I have missed greatly. Not that I see myself as this amazing photographer (which of course I am). It’s just that it is so much easier to take a picture, than write a description.
Ripped Off By The Man
Getting to Bangalore was a lot easier this time around, although I did have to pay customs $300 to bring my laptop into the country. They were trying to get me to bribe them, but I refused. So they applied the maximum duty. That sucked.
Independence
India turned 60 years old last week. It made me feel very strange, as if I was crashing a private party, or watching a celebration for something I could never understand.
I was walking down MG Road, about a mile from my hotel, when I came across a flagpole painted saffron (orange), white, and green. At its base was a chair with a picture of Gandhi. Flower garlands were lying around the picture and hanging off the sides. All around the chair were scattered petals, and candles, along with brightly colored saffron, white, and green powder.
I started thinking of all the old people who were scattered around the streets. Did they live through the struggle for independence? Did they march? Get beat? Get back up? Did life eventually beat them down for good?
I felt a deep sadness.
Monsoon
I got to run around in an Indian monsoon rain shower! How cool is that!!!
Word of advice, if you decide to do that, do not wear sandals. Ughhhh.
After spending all of 20 minutes packing for my trip to India, I left a few things behind, most notably my camera, which I have missed greatly. Not that I see myself as this amazing photographer (which of course I am). It’s just that it is so much easier to take a picture, than write a description.
Ripped Off By The Man
Getting to Bangalore was a lot easier this time around, although I did have to pay customs $300 to bring my laptop into the country. They were trying to get me to bribe them, but I refused. So they applied the maximum duty. That sucked.
Independence
India turned 60 years old last week. It made me feel very strange, as if I was crashing a private party, or watching a celebration for something I could never understand.
I was walking down MG Road, about a mile from my hotel, when I came across a flagpole painted saffron (orange), white, and green. At its base was a chair with a picture of Gandhi. Flower garlands were lying around the picture and hanging off the sides. All around the chair were scattered petals, and candles, along with brightly colored saffron, white, and green powder.
I started thinking of all the old people who were scattered around the streets. Did they live through the struggle for independence? Did they march? Get beat? Get back up? Did life eventually beat them down for good?
I felt a deep sadness.
Monsoon
I got to run around in an Indian monsoon rain shower! How cool is that!!!
Word of advice, if you decide to do that, do not wear sandals. Ughhhh.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
When I was in India this last time, I went on a safari. We rode around in these huge land rovers with wire cages welded all around them. I thought that was a bit much until I saw the tigers. They're 400 lbs. Of solid muscle, tooth, and claw. I was sitting right next to the driver and complaining that all the tiger shots I had were from the side. So logically what does the driver do? He opens the door. For fucks sake. It was like ringing a fucking dinner bell. The tiger turned looked at me and started licking it's teeth. I, took the picture, craped my pants, and didn't say shit the rest of the day. Priceless.
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