(hopefully, this blog won't be all jumbled together, if so, I'm sorry. Spacing PLEASE)So its been a bit of a rough start here in India. Not only have I had to deal with EXTREME culture shock, my daypack with my important things was stolen from me on the sketchy train in Delhi. Since then, I've had to find new ways to deal with boredom on 22hrs of travel times between places. My iPod is my most missed possession, because its nice to watch a movie or listen to some tunes when I'm dealing with an entire train car full of students chanting and singing for 18 hrs. And a distraction's definately been needed, as after my stuff got stolen, I've had to deal with the following:
- severe heat exhaustion where I was rendered useless for hours during the day.
- food poisoning: since we travelled through the desert during its hottest months of the year (getting up to and constantly around 45-48 degrees), its low season for tourists. Only the insane (and us) travel to these places, and restaurants don't exactly stock up with fresh produce everyday, especially if they won't serve a single meal that day. Many times, we would order at a restaurant, and then a young boy would run out, buy some ingredients, and then come back. I don't think that happened this time, when I ordered a Banana Smoothie. What would happen over the next 3 days would be, what Dave Chappelle so eloquently refers to as, "Mud Butt". Nuff said (sorry, a little too much info).
- heat stroke: over this time of sickness, my body got severely fevered, as I couldn't hold any water, and got dehydrated. Sometimes, I would babble incessantly, as Crista was freaking out.
- bed bugs and/or dust allergies: not sure which one, and maybe both, but I had tons of hives and bites all over my body. I looked like I had a disease.
Aside from all that fun, I have noticed some funny things: - travelling with Crista is like being married to a celebrity. The "Golden Haired Girl" as we have overheard some, find her facinating. Me, not so much. Conversations usually begin politely with both of us (everyone guessing either Korea or Japan for me), then directly head to Crista, asking every question they can. I'm pretty sure they're not even listening to her, just a nice way to stare at her. We walked by this guy chillin' on his patio once. He said, "How does that work"""What"" said Crista"How you together" You both go to school in Europe"""Um....no. We're from Canada" she says."You too"""Yes, I'm from Canada too" I say."Oh, you speak very good English. I don't mean you don't look good together. But it looks funny. Very strange. But beautiful couple."- Most men won't be so subtle in starting a conversation, as they don't speak in English. They'd rather just stare openly. Without taking their eyes off her. I fell asleep on the train once, and woke up to see 9 young men, sitting across from Crista, and staring at her as she read. They be chatting amongst themselves, no doubt commenting about how hot she looked as she sat with her back to them, facing the wall, in her baggy, Aladdin pants, baggy shirt, shawl covering her face. HOT. Apparently, these boys haven't discovered the internet, where millions of white women take off their clothes every hour on the hour.
Now, onto some fotos:This is the holy city of Pushkar, our first stop after the chaos in Delhi. The Jaisalmer Fort. Where I got my aforementioned sicknesses and disease. It was a totally cool looking city, but it was too frickin' hot to enjoy it. After I had recovered from heat exhaustion and sickness, we went to do a camel ride in the desert. Smart. It was actually pretty fun, as we went super early in the morning. But the last 2 hrs, at around 11am, in 43 degrees, kinda sucked.
The small city of Bikaner, where they had the only Camel Farm in Asia. It was a whole lotta humpin'. Literally. Its quite frightening when a horny camel charges after another camel beside you, wanting to mount. I hid behind Crista, and she shooed them away.
Me during our exhausting 22 hour journey from the desert into the Himalayas. It sucked. They don't make any beds in India for people over 5'10". Its more uncomfortable than it looks, trust me.
The small town of McGeod Ganj, in Dharmsala. This is where the exiled leader of Tibet, the Dalai Lama resides. After learning more info on the whole Tibet issue, you might see me at the next rally on the steps of the Art Gallery with all the other smelly hippys.
We did an epic journey up to the Himalayan range. I say epic, maybe not as hardcore as others I know, but its still above 2800 meters, or slightly over 9100 feet.
Made it to the top! It was a long 9 hrs, and 19km, but so worth it.
So that is all. I have a little less than 2 weeks left in India, then I'm off to SE Asia for a couple months. Hopefully, this hard shit will make my other travels a breeze. That's what I'm hoping at least, as I'm now almost out of anti-bacterial medicine, and really can't afford to get the MB again!
Lurve you all.