India,Travel

Ahoy!

2 Sep , 2014  

Vedana – The yearning of the restless human soul.

I’m so glad there exists such words that encapsulates so much meaning.

More than a month has passed, I think, since I wrote last. I couldn’t tell you about everything that has happened, yet I have to write this post so that I can write about day to day life again.

We haven’t travelled much. We did get away to Goa for a few days over Independence¬†weekend. I’m not sure what we expected, but we were met my a sort of surreal Goa. Thousands of people were gathered on the beach, playing dangerously near the lashing sea. The locals stood far back, shaking their heads. The sea is always dangerous during monsoon season, if only the tourists would listen. It’s always sort of peculiar seeing lots of Indian people in one place, they really don’t mind being all up in each others faces. Which is a disgustingly broad generalisation, obviously even Indian people yearn for space, but we don’t really see that side too often.

That evening we searched for a room in the Baga area. There was little to be found, we popped in and out of little B&B’s and hotels without finding anything. So we decided to let it be for a while and headed off for dinner. Strolling down the busy lane a boy we had met came racing towards us with a friend on a bicycle. “We found a room! 700 rupees, close to sea, close to lane! Come, come!”. I narrowed my eyes looking at him, trying to decide if it was a good deal and if we could be bothered to walk up the lane again. A Goan man with a huge chest waved towards the boy, “go, you won’t find anything better tonight”. And so we followed him. We turned off the lane, into complete quietness. We arrived at a strange looking house, with a completely open second floor gaping outwards. Thinking we were on our way into the front door of the first floor we ascended a few stairs, “no, no, come” a woman said. We looked at her quizzically as she started up the stairs to what we had presumed was a second floor in the making. It turned out they’d built an apartment at the back. Passing the concrete pillars we stepped into the apartment. And it was great! A nice bed, great balcony, little fridge. Everything you could ask for really.

The rest of the evening was spent on the beach with seafood and beer; a nice break from exhausting Delhi.

I’d love to tell you about it all, but I won’t! I might slip in the rest of our Goa story in another post. Hopefully I can tell you about everything else that goes on here too. But for now I’m done!

India

Eat, sleep, rave, repeat

31 Jul , 2014  

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India

A doctors visit

26 Jul , 2014  

Jacob seems to have come down with something quite intense. I awoke at 05.00 this morning to find him in a warm fleece, wholly socks and still shivering. Upon touching his forehead it was obvious that he had quite the fever.
After some coaxing this morning I finally got him to put some decent clothes on and get on the back of the bike. On IIT campus there’s a decent little hospital, upon writing this we’re actually sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of other people.

Doctors here are unbelievably efficient. During the 10 minutes we’ve been sat here three people have already been seen! Apparently bureaucracy has been taken out of the doctors tasks, they don’t need to sit and type overly detailed journals for every person that comes in with an upset stomach or runny nose.
While we travelled here last time round we visited one of Kundy’s relatives in Jaipur who is one of the top urologist in the world. Apparently the 6 teams (a specialist and some interns) at his hospital see 300 people a day! He also told us that a patient that is in need of a operation is operated on within a week of coming to a doctor. Amazing!

It’s Jake’s turn!

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India

Day to day life

25 Jul , 2014  

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Each morning we awake about an hour and a half before school starts. I try to do some stretching, or even some yoga if I’m in the mood, while Jacob grunts and repeatedly presses the snooze button. More…

India,Motorbiking

A few photos from our first days

24 Jul , 2014  

Going through all the details with the bike, "everything.. is.. original!" Paus for effect.
It had merely been raining for 20 minutes when we took this photo!

It had merely been raining for 20 minutes when we took this photo!

Jacob had the chance to climb a hill early in the morning! You can only imagine how jealous I was when he returned with these pictures :)

Jacob had the chance to climb a hill early in the morning! You can only imagine how jealous I was when he returned with these pictures :)

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India,Motorbiking

Arrival in India

24 Jul , 2014  

Bus to Pushkar

With the handles of plastic bag attached to each ear, securing our bed from possible disaster, I decided it was finally time to resurrect my blogging.
Mother, please, contain yourself! It’s not that exciting.

So, as some of you know, I now live in India. More…

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Driving in Gujarat

11 Jan , 2014  

India,Travel

Mechanics and chai, India 2013-2014. Part I

10 Jan , 2014  

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So here it goes, I’m going to try and give you the short of our three week short India trip.

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A few months back I received an email from Kundy, an Indian I’d met in Hanoi, North Vietnam. I’d stumbled into a dorm we both inhabited, carrying a khaki green saddle bag and grinning from one ear to the other- I’d just bought my war hero of a motorbike. Somehow within 10 minutes of meeting each other we planned to go west together on motorbikes. I taught her to drive my bike, and the next minute she bought her own. Day after we set off and lost each other in Hanoi traffic. We only knew each others first names. I continued, but Kundy ended up going south and having an adventure of her own. More…

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30 Nov , 2013  

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Start over

30 Nov , 2013  

So I’ve finally come to my senses and realised that I can’t resurrect my old website that for some odd reason became attacked. It was savagely ripped to pieces and no matter how I tried to restore my back ups, I didn’t succeed. Luckily, I keep telling myself, there were merely a few post that were lost (which isn’t really true… it contained the only writing I did during my second India trip).

So, I start over.