The Good, The Bad and The Thank you’s – India

The Good, The Bad and The Thank you’s – India

It’s time for the final article on India (actually, well-past time thanks to a crashed computer which will cause my ever dwindling funds to dwindle further). This is where I tell you what was good and what was was not-so-good, as well as thanking those who...
I’m Done

I’m Done

It’s time for me to leave India. No, my visa doesn’t expire until April 5, but I’ve been here eighteen days, which is the third-longest I’ve been in any country on a DMA trip. And really, eighteen days is long enough for me. I’ll speak more on that in the last article...
Grumpy

Grumpy

I wake up this morning just a bit grumpy; my back hurts (darn these hard Indian mattresses, darn this screwed up back and hips, darn the lack of a simple yoga class in the land of its invention). I’ve decided to cancel the hotel I’ve booked in Kuala Lumpur...
Jungle Spice

Jungle Spice

The plan for today is to tour Old Goa with Elvis (the friend of the friend) and his brother Elston. I believe I’ve mentioned that I used to work on board cruise ships, and Elvis and Elston both currently do (as do many Goans). They’re from Goa and both...
Paradise Lost

Paradise Lost

Today is a sad day, for I must leave Dwarka. This has been a place of respite from the   challenges I encountered up north and I fear leaving the protective cocoon. Unfortunately, they’re full for the next few nights (damn that wedding party) and, well,...
Paradise Found

Paradise Found

I wake today, once again, to ocean waves crashing on the shore and birds chirping. You “dropped” me in India based on the theme of a Disney movie and it sort of feels like I’m in one . . . but there’s a bar! As this location was decided based...
Gilligan’s Island

Gilligan’s Island

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale. . . Oh, wait, first we have to get there. Read on. . . After gathering my luggage at the Goa airport, and meeting my driver, we set off on the long road to the Dwarka Eco Beach Resort, which was recommended to me by the...
Goa, Goa, Gone

Goa, Goa, Gone

Today I leave Jaipur to head south to Goa. As I don’t need to be at the airport until 4:00pm, I choose to stay at the guest house and enjoy the lovely terrace and garden while writing. As this place offers the most dependable WiFi I’ve had since arriving...
These Streets Were Made For Walking

These Streets Were Made For Walking

After two great days in Jaipur, I awake cautiously optimistic. The plan for today is to grab a tuk-tuk, go back to the area of the Amber Fort to visit the Anokhi Museum of Hand Printing, wander around Jaipur for thirty or forty minutes, and wait at the Ajmeri Gate...
Bollywood in Jaipur

Bollywood in Jaipur

I wake today, renewed. I’ve had one day without fear, frustration and disappointment. Can I possible make it two in a row? After another filling breakfast at Jaipur Friendly Villa, truly the nicest guest house or hotel I’ve so far stayed in while in India, I head out....
Joy in Jaipur

Joy in Jaipur

I wake this morning after a great night’s sleep. Was it exhaustion or perhaps just a safe place to land? Whatever it was, I gather my strength and decide to give India one last shot, leaving it up to Jaipur to lift me up. I come down to a nice breakfast of toast,...
Breakdown

Breakdown

This morning I’m taking the train from Sawai Madhopur station, the train station serving Ranthambore National Park, to Jaipur Junction. I’m dreading another train ride. Trains? I love ’em. I’ve loved them in the U.S., Europe and even Africa...
Looking for Mowgli

Looking for Mowgli

After an extremely long day – the days seemingly longer due to the irritations – I drop my luggage in what is listed as a three-star room which, in America, would be a one-star room and go to the “restaurant” in the “resort.”...
The Long Road to Rathambore

The Long Road to Rathambore

I’m up at 8:00 this morning. I saw sunset at the Taj Mahal so I see no reason to get up to see sunrise. I have a quick breakfast, and I mean quick as, when they asked the table of five what type of eggs we wanted and I ordered an omelet (they’re very basic...
A Day at the Museum

A Day at the Museum

Please note: This article should come before Training Wheels chronologically. With lack of Wifi and, sometimes, electricity, they’ve been written but are not necessarily posted as timely as I would like. Still, I hope you enjoy Following my rickshaw and Sikh...

Training Wheels

It’s an early morning, with a car picking me up at 6:00am for a 7:00am train to Agra where I’m going for one night to see the Taj Mahal. I was going to stay two nights but everybody has told me that Agra is, well, the term “pit” was used a couple of times. There’s no...
Rickshaws and Sikhs

Rickshaws and Sikhs

I’m up early this morning, grab a 7:15 breakfast and head out at to meet Ritu, the owner of When In India, whom I met last night, as she’s invited me to take her tour today. I take the metro and head over to the Red Fort as the tour departs across the street. It’s a...
Temples for Tourists

Temples for Tourists

I wake up this morning completely unrefreshed from my five hours sleep (darn that jet lag). Good to know that 4:30am looks the same in America, Hungary and India. I love finding commonalities in countries. Getting ready is no easy task. I showered last night as you...
A Bazar Day in India

A Bazar Day in India

After arriving at the airport and being greeted by my driver, we take a harrowing ride through the streets of New Delhi during which I count 14 dogs, 2 cows and an incredible amount of auto rickshaws. Auto rickshaws are tiny, motorized 3 wheeled vehicles in which you...

Hello Delhi

It’s my final night in the great city of Budapest and I’m sad to leave. I’ve had some great experiences and met some wonderful people (you’ll read about the last two weeks or so in the book so, you know, buy it when it comes out). Tonight, I step...
It’s a Jungle Book Out There

It’s a Jungle Book Out There

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite movies was The Jungle Book. Honestly, I couldn’t, and still to this day can’t, tell you what it’s about. So why was it my favorite? Two reasons; the mall where we shopped when I was a kid had a statue of...