THAILAND

Alright guys! We are almost there. Hope you enjoy the beginning of Thailand as much as I did!

PHUKET

We landed in Phuket midday of April 13, which just so happened to be the eve of the Thai New Year, known as Songkran. For me, it was imperative that we make it to Thailand by this day as Songkran consists of one massive water fight. HEAVEN! I can’t say that Keanan was all that excited, but trust me, his perception changed quickly. We were staying in Phuket Town, an hour drive from the airport, and throughout the entire drive we watched groups of people congregating on the sides of the street or in the beds of pickup trucks with drums full of water and super soakers, wetting each other and everything before them. I was elated.

Songkran festivities

We found a quiet and clean guesthouse close to the bus station and as we were settling in I was watching the festivities unfold from the balcony above the street. At one point I saw a group of at least 10 westerners packed into the bed of a pickup truck armed with drums of water and all sorts of water-firing artillery driving down the road. I couldn’t help but be jealous! What a brilliant way to celebrate, they definitely had the right idea.

Shortly after, Keanan and I hit the streets to join in the fun. As luck would have it, no more than 10 min into our walk, we happened upon the group I had seen from our balcony. They had created a gauntlet of doom, flanking both sides of the street, joined by locals, dousing everyone and everything in their paths. Keanan and I walked the catwalk and immediately went from dry to soaking wet. They were ruthless (in the best of ways, of course). We thanked them for the showers and ended up becoming honorary members of their brigade.

As it turns out, they are all crew members on a 100ft yacht, owned by a billionaire- the richest man in Israel. They hailed from all around the world; New Zealand, Australia, England, South Africa, Canada, etc.. With their accommodations and food completely covered, and their paychecks tax-free, some of them had been circumnavigating the globe on this yacht for over four years! I don’t blame them. On this particular tour, they had already spent two months in Sri Lanka, two months in the Maldives, and had been docked in Thailand awaiting their next assignment while enjoying themselves to the fullest. WHAT A LIFE!
Nevertheless, we ended our mission at a local bar where shots and drinks were flowing just as vigorously as the buckets of water had been an hour before. Luckily for us, and our livers, the boat crew had an early morning the next day, so we were cut loose before any real damage occurred. Being on a budget and not having a real reason to drink ourselves under the table, our tolerance was nowhere near where it used to be in DC. We just saw it as a welcomed detox for our systems and our wallets :)

Fisherman village

The alcohol provided us with the deep sleep we needed to wake early the next morning for a tour of Ao Phang-nga National Park, an area of the mainland just north of Phuket Island. We were grouped with three Thai travelers; one woman named Meow, and another man and woman whose names have escaped me. Phang-nga is a bay area spotted with limestone karsts jutting out from the clear blue waters. The tour was entirely by longboat and began by winding through a long channel of water with dense mangroves on either side. The sky was bright and clear and in the distance you could see the enormous limestone formations rising above the trees. As we wound between the forests, through caves and alongside the karsts, we eventually came out to an opening where a small fishing village had settled above the water, their huts on stilts, sheltered by the limestone. All around us and along the horizon were islands of limestone; it was unlike anything I had ever seen. Its beauty too broad to be captured by a single photograph.

James Bond Island

The tour lead us to a couple of large stationary boats where we transitioned to inflated canoe-like rafts, manned by local Thai guides. For roughly 45 min we were taken under, through, and around the limestone caverns; cooling our feet in the still water. From there we went back to our longboat and went to an island where another of the James Bond movies was filmed (The Man with the Golden Gun). After snapping photos that hardly do the place justice, we finished our tour by heading to the village for a quick snack before returning back to the mainland. The day had been extremely satisfactory and when we returned to Phuket Town, we found that the city was still busy celebrating the New Year and large parties with music and gushing water were underway.

On our final day in Phuket we went to the coast to check out the beach scene. Huge mistake. It was like Myrtle Beach on crack. A carnival of people everywhere. Even the extremely long beach was at capacity with chairs, towels, and bodies covering 99% of the sand between the street and the water. We patted ourselves on the back for choosing to stay in Phuket Town, even if there seemed to be less to do there. In this case, less was definitely more.

We left Phuket on the fourth day and head to the island of Koh Phi Phi.

KOH PHI PHI

Koh Phi Phi and is much like its quieter, smaller, and less inhabited sister. Like I said, it was heaven. Luckily, we were just hitting the beginning of the slow season and the island, which is normally packed with party-goers, was much quieter; allowing us to enjoy all the different sides of the island in our one night stay.

Keanan spent the day seeking out accommodation for him and his friends in preparation for a bachelor party getaway that was scheduled to descend on the island in six days’ time. While he was doing that, I wandered the island and came upon a distant beach, Long Beach, which was only accessibly by longboat or through forested paths. However, it was extremely hot and after sometime, even the water was not enough to provide me with a cool escape. I had to head back to a shower and some time under a fan. On my way back I ran into Keanan and we returned together to refresh ourselves and to enjoy the nightlife Koh Phi Phi had to offer.

We began the night at a Reggae bar, which doubled as a Muy Thai arena, and discothèque. There, we watched trained fighters, as well as random volunteers, duke it out for glory and free buckets (literal buckets filled with your choice of alcohol and mixer- a specialty of Thailand). After watching women, children, and horribly unfit men enter the ring, we had had our fill and meandered along the beach to find another form of stimulation. To my delight we came across a bar with a beachside dance floor playing great dubstep jams. As usual, Keanan and I started the dance party and spent the rest of the evening enjoying this diamond in the rough. Boy, do I miss that place and looking back, wish I would’ve had one more night there.

The next morning we debated and decided to spend the eve of my birthday and our last night together (before we split ways for a two week span) on the mainland in Railay Bay, a peninsula off the city of Krabi. Railay Bay is surrounded by steep cliffs and is known for its world class rock climbing. We arrived in the early evening and checked into a wonderful resort. It was our first, and my only, resort like accommodation and feeling the comforts of class was a most welcomed treat. Happy birthday to me! *Thanks to Keanan, of course.

The bay was small and beautiful and as it just so happened, our arrival came on the last night of their international rock climbing competition. The beach was alive with music, lights, and numerous food stands. We spent the night walking up and down, eating and swaying to the music. A party just for me?! I blush ;)

The next morning, my birthday, was bitter sweet as Keanan and I packed our things and prepared to return to Krabi only to split ways; Keanan heading to Bangkok to prepare for his friends arrival and I to the island of Koh Phangan, on the gulf side, for the world famous full moon party. Unfortunately, this journey ended up being much more expensive than anticipated, but hey, it was my birthday and if I won’t treat myself then, when will I?

It began with our longboat taxi driver refusing to take only Keanan and I across, resulting in a long wait time hoping that other passengers would come to expedite the process. When we finally got to the mainland it was only to find that I had missed the last bus to the port at the city of Surat Thani, which meant that I would not be able to get to Koh Phangan until the next day; thus, missing the full moon party. This answer was not acceptable and my only option was to rent a private car and driver to get me to the dock in time to catch the ferry. I was left with the decision to shell out the cash or spend my birthday in a ghost town, alone, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. I chose the former. Within 15 min I had said goodbye to Keanan and was on my way. It was weird being on my own for the first time in two months, but I was filled with excitement for what lay ahead of me.

INDONESIA- Bali and the Gili Islands

We landed in Denpasar, Bali on a beautiful sunny day and were met by friends, James and his girlfriend Lita, at the airport. James and Keanan had worked together at Science Club and James has been living in Bali for about five years. They were extremely accommodating and had hooked us up with a room at their friend’s, Regina’s, house. The house was in the Canngu/Kerobokan area, about 10 min north of Seminyak (where all the shops, bars and restaurants are) and roughly 30 min west of Denpasar. Regina had been looking for someone to rent a room, so it worked out perfectly. She is incredibly sweet and made a great roommate! The house itself was fantastic. When you walk into the main gate there is a space to park the motor bikes (we had one, too) and on the right side was a path to the courtyard. In between the courtyard and the entrance was our room, standing alone, and attached to an open air living space with a big chair and TV. Across the courtyard from us were the open air kitchen, Regina’s room, spare room, bathroom, and laundry room. We were in a beautiful and quite neighborhood where roads to Seminyak were flanked by rice patties. How lucky we were to have such hospitable and fun friends and a great place to stay right off the bat!



Dinner with James and Lita



The walkway, living room, and our room

The entrance to our room

The stone design on the living room wall

Our garden and Regina's room

Kitchen, laundry, and hallway to the bathroom and other bedrooms

We spent three weeks living in that house, going to the beach, learning to surf, going out dancing and drinking (a nightlife we never had in India), watching soccer matches, and making great friends. Bali itself was incredible. The people were very nice, the food was delicious, and the scenery was out of this world. I am convinced that Indonesian skies and sunsets are impossible to beat. The only downside was that, due to it being the end of their rainy season, much of the runoff from Bali and Jakarta had caused a few of the beaches to be filled with trash. The best beaches were further out of the city and proved to be great day retreats.

Soul Sista party with Regina and friends

Late night party time after Soul Sista event

Karaoke crew

Amazing fresh seafood dinner on the beaches of Jimbaran

At the opening of the W Hotel in Bali- so fance!

One of our many nights at the Cave

Towards the end of our stay, Keanan and I decided to take five days to go to the Gili Islands. The Gili’s are a string of three islands that come off the northwest side of Lombok, the next main island east of Bali. From west to east the islands are named Gilli Tarwangan, Gili Meno, and Gili Air. Tarwangan is the most developed tourism wise, Meno is the smallest of the three and has very little to offer in terms of nightlife, and Air is the calmer version of Tarwangan with a larger local population. All three are absolutely beautiful. They are surrounded by marine life and definitely had the laid back island feel. Adding to the uniqueness of the islands is the fact that they have no police or law system in place. All matters are taken up with village heads that act as island mayors. The system has been working there for years and we were lucky enough to share a drink with the current village head of Tarwangan on our second night!

Our first two nights were spent on Tarwangan where we ran into a friend, Atu, who we had met in Bali. She was there looking at property and introduced us to her “island guide” and all around keeper of the peace, Made (Mah-day). It was great spending time with them, but Atu left after the first day and after two days we were ready to check out the other islands. Made arranged everything and even met us in the morning to send us off.

Nature on Tarwangan

Nature shot #2

Sunset with volcanoes to the west

Sunrise with volcanoes to the east

Made! He let Keanan get behind the bar and make some tasty cocktails!

Our first stop was Meno. The boat ride took about 20 min and as soon as we had secured accommodation we were in search of a beach to spend the day soaking in the sun and scenery. We were in luck and happened across a stretch of beach that provided us with a day of bright skies, vibrant waters, and all the privacy we could ask for. In the seven hours we spent playing on the beach, we only saw four people. After our day at the beach, we spent the beginning of our evening walking through the middle of the island where the locals live. That was a day of pure bliss. Everything was better than expected and Indonesia blessed us with unforgettable memories. It has been one of the best days of the trip without a doubt.

Paradise and our private beach combined

Private beach shot #2

Private beach shot #3

The next day, high on life, we took another ferry over to Air. We came upon a great bungalow and after setting up camp, we went on a tour of the island. It was somewhat of an overcast day, but the greys, blues, greens, and purples still had a way of illuminating our surroundings. We spent much of the day snorkeling and wandering about empty beaches. Watching the sunset over the horizon from the porch of our bungalow was a special treat. Looking out onto volcanoes on both sides of the straight and watching the world drift by into night was a luxury I felt lucky to have. It reminded me just how far from home I was and how different this world was from anything I had ever known. Amazing.

Relaxing on the porch of our bungalow

Going back to Bali from the Gili’s almost felt like going back to reality- until I realized that we were still traveling and every day is an adventure of its own.

Unfortunately, our time in Indonesia ended before we were ready to leave. Being such an unbelievable place, I am positive I will be back. I really feel as though we barely scratched the surface of all the wonders of Indonesia. The next time around cannot come soon enough! As you can imagine, I cannot recommend traveling to Indonesia enough. Yes, a flight may be expensive, but it will be worth every penny and more. This should mean something coming from someone who really only saw a sliver of what the country had to offer. DO IT!!!!!!

Udaipur - Jaisalmer - Rishikesh

And I'm back with a game changer! I just purchased a netbook so I can keep the updates coming more regularily. I'm trying to get this up to speed so I can bring you all into real time. The present is just too good to be told as the past. But, I can't skip over the other goodies, so I will try to be equally brief and thorough in my recaps.


UDAIPUR


Getting off the plane I was met by Keanan and we took a taxi back into town. It was an automatic feeling of relief and relaxation to get out of the big city life. While in Udaipur, Keanan had gained a good rapport with the owners of our guesthouse and they all gave me an extremely warm welcome. It was really nice to be met with smiling faces instead of unpleasant stares. That evening Keanan took me to his usual dining rooftop at the Panorama Hotel. After, we walked around and watched a bit of a wedding celebration. March is the wedding season in India and every night there are tons of celebrations happening in every city (some of the weddings Joe went to in Delhi were so extravagant that $500,000 was spent on the first of the five nights of celebration).

View from Panorama

The groom

Udiapur is located in southern Rajasthan and sits among a valley that surrounds a large lake. In the middle and east side of the lake are two palaces as well as the Monsoon Palace on top of a hill to the west which gives Udaipur its fame (outside of the fact that the James Bond Octopussy movie was filmed there). All of the buildings had wonderful rooftops for sunset viewing and life was serene.

Rooftop Fun

More sunset views

You can see the Monsoon Palace in the distance

 The next day Keanan had a case of "Delhi belly" and we spent most of our time in the room. Our room was bright and colorfully painted and it was actually nice to have nothing to do but read and watch the monkeys play on the trees and vines outside our window.

On our last day, Billu, our tuk-tuk driver took us on a tour of Udaipur and the surrounding area. We went to the City Palace, a few parks, burial grounds, an art school, and puppet museum. And after the tour we went to a dance performance. Keanan took most of the pictures this day, so below are a few of the ones I got.

The City Palace

Posing at the burial grounds

More burial domes

Incredibly creepy man dressed as a woman dancing with traditional water containers on his head

After the show, we head to the bus station to take our sleeper bus to Jaisalmer in western Rajasthan.


JAISALMER


Now, for those who have been following along, I remind you of my caution against sleeper buses. My reasoning will now be explained.

After my horrendous bus experience from Delhi to Agra I was completely disinterested in taking another bus, but Keanan had the same feeling towards trains after his 22 hour ride from Mumbai to Udaipur, so I gave in and we booked a 12 hour overnight bus. Hey, sleeping through the night can't be that bad, right? WRONG!

You should've seen our faces. What started as excitement when climbing into the last sleeper bunk, quickly turned to frustration and nausea. Trying to sleep was impossible. The turns had us sliding up and down and from side to side in our already traction-less sleeping bags. On top of that, each bump sent us flying into the air. I kid you not, at times I was at least one foot above my bed. There is no getting used to that. Not to mention... having to pee... this was hell. So, I repeat, SKIP THE SLEEPER BUSES AT ALL COSTS. However, if this is impossible, be sure that your designated car is not at the end of the bus where all bumps and turns are amplified.

Nevertheless, we made it to Jaisalmer in the morning and were welcomed by a friend of our guesthouse keeper (Harry) in Udaipur. Apparently Harry had called ahead to make sure we had a reliable person there to help us find proper accommodations.

Jaisalmer is a desert city which is centered in a huge fort. The fort which was once used to house and protect the city still has guesthouses, businesses, and restaurants opperating inside. We found a guesthouse in the fort and booked a camel safari into the desert for the next day. The rest of the day was spent exploring, calling it an early night to make up for the lack of sleep we got on the bus.

The next day the safari started with a 45 min jeep ride into the desert where were met by a guide and camels. The group consisted of a guide, Betty (from Mexico), Juan (from Argentina), Keanan, and I.

Well, hello to you too! Keanan's camel is in the front

My little Papaya

The safari was a three day, two night excursion. We rode for 2 hours in the morning, stopping where we found shade around noon when the sun was the hottest. During our break we would rest under a tree and walk the dunes and arid grasslands while the guides would make us lunch. We ate dhal, potatoes, and lots of chapati!

After lunch we would ride the camels for another hour or two, coming upon small villages, until we found a proper place to camp. We would all hang out, talk, explore, and prepare for dinner. Sitting around the campfire learning the proper way to make chapati (desert style) was a great experience. It was amazing to see how they cook and clean with very little resources. Definitely tips to take with me for my future camping trips.

Dinner time

Camel in the distance

We slept on mats under the stars, shielding our faces of the light rain drops that fell both nights. The rain, however, was not much of a problem as we just covered our faces with our scarves. It was incredible to see such clear skies in pure darkness.

After the three days in the desert, we head back to Jaisalmer to rinse out all the sand that had nestled in our hair and creavases and bought a train ticket to Rishikesh, a holy city straddeling the Ganges River just north of Delhi. We were gone the next day

Jaisalmer was fun, despite not spending much time in the city. With more time I would have given it one more day, but again, the husstle was getting to us. The camel safari was an amazing break from it all and was well worth the trip.

RISHIKESH

We hit the road to Rishikesh looking forward to the different landscape and happy to make the most of our last leg in India. On the way we met a boy named Hari (who called himself Hari Potter) from a town near Agra who was traveling with an American named Karuna. Karuna was born in Minneapolis, grew up in Iowa (poor guy) and has been living in California. They were both great and we ended up spending much of our time in Rishikesh with them, although, Hari had never had a TV so much of his time was spent in his room glued to the tube.

Karuna and Hari

Rishikesh was beautiful; straddling the Ganges River and sitting at the foothills of the Himalayas. It is considered as a very holy city and is a place of pilgrimage for many. There are also numerous yoga and meditation ashrams for students and teachers. Automatically the vibe was much more relaxed. No hassling and little hustling.

The Ganges

A day or two into our stay we decided to hike through the mountains (10km one way) to a Hanuman (The monkey god) ashram in the valley. The uphill hike was long and hot, but very rewarding. It took us about 3 hours to get to the town and we had gone up and over and around a mountain side to get there. The Ashram was on the far side of the small town at the top of a hill looking over the valley. It was small and two minutes after peaking around, a man appeared and walked us through the spiritual rituals. After eating some rock candy, drinking some holy water, getting a bindi on our forehead, and prayer bracelet, we began our trek back to Rishikesh. This was our first ashram experience in India.

The next morning I tried yoga for the first time. It was a little nerve racking being in a class at an ashram with people who had been spending weeks or months there doing yoga and meditating, but I think I did well holding my own. The only downfall was that the swami there was rather creepy and left me feeling too uncomfortable to return, and thus my desire to do more yoga was lost.

Snake charmer outside of our guesthouse



Outside of our days relaxing around the guesthouse with Karuna and Hari, we also went to the now closed Mahirishi Ashram and to a town called Missouri to see the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas. The Mahirishi Ashram was spectacular and definitely one of the highlights of the trip. It has been closed for some time and the buildings and grounds have all become grown over and decrepit. It is said that the Beatles spent months at the Ashram while it was open and wrote much of their White album there. Being free to explore made me feel like we were part of an Indiana Jones movie. Going wherever we liked- even on the roof tops of the old guest houses! It was incredible.

Meditation/OM domes

Keanan inside the dome

Old buildings

The Himalayas were also a great way to end our time in Rishikesh. The four of us hired a car and went through the mountains to Missouri. From the road along the way we could see the snow-caps. It was so rewarding, as being so close and not seeing them would have been quite the disappointment. To get the best views, we stopped at ashram that was at the peak of one of the foothills. The trail to the top was long, steep, and hot, but it was worth it.

The next day we were on our way back to Delhi to catch a flight to Bali. Rishikesh was a great end point for our time in India. It left us feeling more relaxed and with a positive outlook on the country. The food, people (outside of the swami), and terrain were all great. If I were ever to return to India, I would love to do more exploration of the north.

Mumbai and Delhi

Now that I've laid the foundation, here are the nitty gritty details of what daily life was like in India!


MUMBAI


Keanan and I arrived on the morning of February 16 wide-eyed and ready to accept the unexpected. After an hour taxi ride into the city, we found a room at the YWCA. The Y was located in the Colaba Causeway area in the southern part of the city and was really clean and accommodating. We were both exhausted from the two days of travel so after spending a few hours surveying the scene, we head back to the Y to sleep.


The next day started early, at 6am. We decided to walk west towards the Arabian Sea and from there followed the shoreline about 3km north to Chow Patty Beach. The beach is not suitable for swimming and is more of a hangout locale. 

 

People sitting on the shore of Chow Patty Beach

After soaking up the sun and surroundings for about an hour, we settled on moving inland to find an area called Chor Bazaar. Talk about an early awakening. It didn't take long for India to slap us in the face with reality! We soon realized that the further inland we went, the less tourist friendly it became. We were in a different world all together. The sun was rising in the sky and the hundreds of thousands of peoples and animals created a blur of motion, scents, and stimulation. Walking through the madness was a battle on its own, but with the heat and no oasis in sight, it was sensory overload. The climax came as we were making our way down the sidewalk through a dense crowd and almost walked over a man begging on the corner. Now, this was no ordinary beggar. From head to foot his body was covered in huge boils. His body baking in the sun in clear discomfort. There was no time to react and as he reached out his blistering arms all I could do was keep my eyes forward and my pace steady. As we made it past what felt like the gateway to the underworld, it was then that we realized how far away from home we were. We walked another block before stopping to catch our breath and concluding that maybe we had had enough for one day. As we found our way back to the coastal road and into familiar territory, we grabbed lunch at a delicious restaurant in the Fort neighborhood (just north of the causeway) and went back to Colaba and the Y to decompress and register what we have gotten ourselves into.


The next morning we had to change guesthouses, as the Y was booked. We found a room at the City Palace Hotel in Fort. The room was on the sixth floor and after taking the two person elevator with our bags and the machine operator to the fifth floor, we climbed a spiral staircase to what felt like the servants quarters. The rooms were sparse with two twin beds and a window looking out onto the rooftops. The ceilings were so low that I could just barely stand and left Keanan in the permanent slouch position.

The Taj Hotel and Gateway of India

After getting situated we walked to the Gateway of India, a structure on the waters edge, and caught a boat to Elephanta Island. The Island was said to have ancient cave art and carvings. The hour ride was calm and we shared the empty top deck with an old Indian man with three teeth and his "lady." They were incredibly sweet and fun to talk to. However, upon arrival on the island, we were immediately disappointed. The caves, shorelines, and hiking trails were littered with trash and greedy monkeys hissing and stealing peoples food and water. 

 Dogs on the beach of Elephanta Island

Inside the caves on Elephanta Island

 Boats stuck in the mud along the shore of the island

After exploring for two hours we made our way back to the boat. After grabbing a quick bite we walked back to the hotel in the dark. We thought it would be nice to walk down a side street adjacent to our hotel. During the day it was a lovely street with friendly people and trees shading the road and stalls, but at night it was ghostly with only rabid dogs defending their territory. As we neared the turnoff, a pack of dogs were beginning to form and growl and bark. This was the most unsafe I had felt in India thus far. The idea of being attacked and eaten by 10 mangy dogs was not how I had imagined the end of my life to be.


Luckily, we made it out alive. The next day in Mumbai was our last and we spent it walking around and looking at art museums. It was the most pleasant day up to this point, but the conclusion still stands: skip Mumbai. It's expensive, smelly, and just as busy and bustling as any other big city. Your time will be better spent elsewhere.


DELHI


On Sunday, February 20, I flew to Delhi to meet with my good friend Joe and new friend Abhinav (who I met through couch surfing). Keanan took a 22 hour train ride that evening to Udaipur in southern Rajasthan. When I landed in Delhi Abhinav was kind enough to set me up in his uncle's guesthouse for four nights free of charge and then he and his friend (whose name escapes me) and Joe and I went out to dinner.

 At Qutub Minar

 Qutub Minar - The old stronghold of Delhi

 Joe and I doing some parkour

 Mangy Delhi Dog chillin' in the city center

Joe and I decided to book a bus trip to see Agra and the Taj Mahal and spent the entire next day on the road (5am to 2am). The bus ride was hellish. Piercing horn honking, 1,000,000 stops, and lunch and dinner spots that had "Delhi Belly" written all over them, was definitely not what Joe or I were expecting. The two main stops were the Red Fort and the Taj Mahal. Both beautiful and worth the agonizing trip.

 Taj view from the Red Fort

 Girls from Agra- So beautiful!!

 Barber Shop in Agra

 The Taj!

 Joe and I posing for the camera

 

Other than that, the rest of Delhi was pretty chill. I just spent time with Joe during the day and went to some bars with Abhinav and his friends at night. Joe and I also went to the Lotus temple, which was incredible. It is a temple for the Bahai faith (a faith that encompasses and excepts all others) and people from all religions are welcome to come and do silent prayer in the lotus shaped structure. Definitely the best stop of the trip thus far- even better than the Taj! You can't take pictures inside, but below are some great pictures at sunset.

I was beginning to regret not going to Rajasthan and wondering what the rest of India was going to hold for me when I received an email from Keanan inviting me to meet him in Udaipur. I was out on a flight the next day. Thank you Joe, Abhinav, and Delhi, but I must go - adventure awaits!


Consensus: Delhi is by far better than Mumbai, but a big city nonetheless. Good for short stops between more exciting places. Also good if you need/want a night out.

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Well, this post took longer than expected with the slow uploading speeds, so the rest of India will have to wait till next time! Hope you enjoy the photos and stories.


Till then,
XO Nadia