Back in Delhi, India

July 16, 2005

We are again now here in Dirty Delhi. And although I
welcome the change, from little town to big city, this
place is DISGUSTING, although I don't know if I
should expect any thing different. Here the worst
part is that the guesthouse's standard of clean is....
that they have none. So we are staying in a shit hole
as well. It's been raining everyday so the
temperatures are much cooler, thank god, but the
streets are full of water and shit. It's much harder
to watch where you are stepping while trying not to
get hit by a rickshaw, bike or step in cow shit. The
rickshaw driver's here really try to cheat you and
will charge you twice or three times as much for a
ride. Yesterday the rickshaw driver said he had a
meter, which is rare, and he put it on when we got in.
He said it would cost us around 100rs anyway, but we
insisted on the meter. While he was driving and
talking to us I watched him put his hand under the seat
to unplug the meter. The meter went off and I
complained. He then hit the meter and said oh, it's
not working. We got out of the rickshaw and walked
back to where he had picked us up. Now I am sitting
in the internet cafe and some Indian guy is belching
away I am just waiting for some one to rip ass. Last
night in our guesthouse, they use incense here to
cover the smells, they were burning some and it seemed
like right in our room. I covered my mouth but
Antonio was sleeping and about 10mins later got up to
throw up. I think the overwhelming smell made him
sick. I think since we are at the end of our trip we
are tolerating less and less. I am looking forward to
getting home. Although I have enjoyed the experience
I would only recommend it for the strong stomached.
Today some friends arrive and I am grateful that some
one else can make decisions and haggle over prices.
Antonio likes to let me do most of it, and it wears
me out. Tomorrow, if we can get a train, we will go
to Varanasi. I have looked into Yoga classes there as
well. I am excited about moving around more and
changing scenes. It is more interesting and also
makes the days pass by quicker.
So I think I have ragged enough about this place.

Udaipur, Bundi India

13 de Julio, 2005

Ayer nos fuimos de nuestro oasis en el desierto a un
pueblo pequeño, Bundi. Los últimos días en Udaipur
hicimos todo lo turístico que no habíamos hecho en la
semana que estuvimos allí. Durante el día vimos dos
toros en la calle pelearse y todo el mundo corriendo,
OLE! Los toros se llevaron todo por delante
incluyendo motos y puestos de fruta. Al final se
metieron en una tienda de 4m2 y al parecer la
destrozaron por completo. Al final salio un toro y el
otro se quedo dentro (para pagar los desperfectos).
Por la noche nos hicimos unos amigos Indios en la
trastienda de una tienda de licores, que es donde se
hacen los mejores amigos. Nos llevaron por el pueblo
por la noche en sus motos enseñándonos sitios
indios. El día siguiente cogimos un autobús y
luego un tren hasta Bundi. Creo que éramos los únicos que
compraron billetes pero no tuvimos asientos de todas
las formas. Nos metimos a empujones todos, como 30,
en un compartimiento de 5m2. Nosotros tuvimos suerte y
cogimos una esquina y nos sentamos encima de las
mochilas durante 4 horas, pero había otros que
tuvieron que quedarse de pie. Parece que a los indios
no les importa que les traten como animales.
Bundi es un pueblo muy pequeño pero siguen cabiendo
todas las vacas, jabalís, monos, perros, burros y
demás animalitos. El domingo llegan los
refuerzos, unos amigos españoles, con el vino lo que nos dará un soplo de aire
fresco.