The baby kicks Amanda’s seat relentlessly from behind. They guy that grumbled when I put my backpack on top of his briefcase in the luggage bin glares at me across the aisle. Emma, discouraged, stares at her inedible plate of…
India Day 12-13: Jaipur the pink city and flocks of pigeons.
’42’ he says. Emma and I gasp. ‘What? What?’ Lily says. ‘Do the math” I tell her, and Emma reminds her of the formula. 9/5 plus 32 to get the conversion to Farenheit. It’s been almost 110 during the day…
India Day 10-11: Fathepur Sikri and the long drive back
Fathepur Sikri is one of the stranger historical places we’ve been. It was founded in the mid 1500’s by Akhbar of the Mughal dynasty, the grandfather of the guy that built the Taj Mahal. He is famous for a lot…
India Day 8-9 Crying at the Taj Mahal and a high class hotel for our low class asses.
Kajuraho feels like last week. Varanasi feels like a month ago. I do love how time slows down when travelling. Yesterday we traveled from Delhi to Agra on the very new superhighway “Yamuna Expressway’ that is India’s longest 6-lane highway…
India Day 6-7: Kajuraho’s sexy sculpture and our first sickness
The flight from Varanasi was fairly empty, as where the streets of the small town to which we flew. Khajuraho, by Indian standards, is a barren outpost. It’s off-season, yes, but it’s still only a town of about 20,000 thousand people.…