Off to the Desert

Street Corner, originally uploaded by Christiane B.

After three days of cow patty jumping, watching the river rise to spill all it's gooey goodness upon the holy sidewalks and picking up the odd stomach parasite at every meal, we have decided to move on, albeit at a different formation. Newly acquired husband will lead, loaded high with souvenir stuffed bags, on crutches, his leg in an oversized wrap, (which on the packaging was modeled by a very happy Indian girl in a light blue negligee so there is hope) and me following, crouching over every few minutes giving my parasites a moment to reshuffle asking newly acquired husband about the behaviour and status of his parasites.

We are picking up the pace now, giving ourselves a full 24 hrs in Agra to oogle the Taj Mahal at which point we are guaranteed to be saturated with more souvenirs, having learned more scams, made more random friends. The street kids stick to us quite literally speaking like flies to shit in the alleys that we have been roaming. Without a doubt the most entrepreneurial generation in an already amasingly entrepreneurial nation.

This weekend should have us in Rajasthan, more specifically in 50C weather by a lake in the desert. Hopefully we will make it without having to invest in a peg leg or declaring outselves post-eating in the most post modern way possible.

AHOY