A quick recap for those of you who cannot be bothered with such silliness- I was in a Bollywood television series as an Australian Hindi-speaking business woman. My indispensable friend Vikram (Vicky) the Indian helped me purchase a cell phone in Udaipir, so I am now connected to the rest of the world, which is both ubiquitous and a little sad. I rather liked being elusive. My number is 00919785635715, but as of yet it is an expensive paperweight on which I can play Sudoku. While Im still in the state of Rajasthan, I can get free calls and texts, when the damn thing works of course. Its only five rupees ( under 10 cents) for texts and per minute talk time. Oh, and the buttons are in Hindi. Cool. I went on a camel safari with Vicky, and he is totally spoiling me, seeing as he knows everyone in Udaipur and Jaisalmer, where I am currently. He's heading back to Udaipur where he works, and um, Im not quite sure where Im going. In Udaipur I saw the lake palace where Octopussy was filmed. I still havent seen it, which is amazing because every rooftop restaurant ( and in Udaipur, every restaurant is rooftop) plays the film at seven EVERY NIGHT OF THE YEAR. How would you like to be a waiter at this restaurant? Vicky took me to a dinner party for one of his friends in a village outside of Udaipur. I was the only woman there, let alone foreigner. They were pleased and dare I say impressed that I handled the spicy food like I did. I told them that I like spicy food, and I really do, but damn. This was a sweat dripping in the food, nose running mess of a meal. I wanted to appear all tough, so I casually wiped my brow and sniffed quietly, but then I heard Vicky sniffle, and I saw the men take out bandanas to wipe their foreheads. It appears that its not as though they dont think its hot they just enjoy the heat- it makes the meal good. I laughed outloud, and we suffered/enjoyed the rest of the meal together.
Next were taking a bus to Jodhpur together, then onto Pushkar? Bundi? Jaipur? No clue. Camel safari was an ass-blistery good time. Moria, my camel, is a doll. I already miss his horrendous gas and furry lips. We camped under the stars in the desert just outside of Pakistan with a Spanish couple, who spoke to us in Spanish and us to them in English. Gotta bolt take some last pictures of Jaisalmer. Ill write more later. Peace.
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Okay. So this was BY FAR my favorite blog entry. Apparently (like a fine wine) you get better with age! I especially like the business about the "horrendous gas and furry lips". I hope you got at least one photo of the old girl. Found any recipes yet from India? Bring the spice home, baby, bring the spice home! :) Have you gotten any of my texts? Just want to make sure they're coming in, loud and clear. Do you smell what the SISTER is cooking!? (Wow. It's already that kind of day.) Miss you oodles! It was fantastic to hear your voice!
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