When we were talking to people in Sri Lanka about where we should go in India, everyone insisted that 12 days was not long enough to see anything, and that we were crazy to try. Well, that sounded like a challenge I was willing to accept, so here we are, almost done with our whirlwind exploration of this ridiculously large, complex nation.
After my last post from Kandy, we took a bus to Colombo, then a plane to Chennai, Bangalore, and finally Goa. It was a long, painful 24 hours. We ended up in a little village called Arambol, which is packed to the brim with Russian and Israeli tourists in what appears to be a market place for Burning Man fashions. Rather unsettling, really.
We hiked out to see a really cool, apparently sacred Banyan tree.
After visiting the tree, we gave ourselves spa treatments with some sulfurous mud from a nearby river.
Proof that I’m eating amazing food.
There were a bunch of mean monkeys up there. They don’t look too mean in the pictures, but don’t be fooled.
Larger, friendlier monkey.
Charles was doing a monkey video when one of them stole his water bottle. It’s worth a watch. http://youtu.be/k5twUhpErlo
Next, wee took a much more pleasant overnight bus ride to Mumbai, then flew to Jodhpur. Unbeknownst to us, we were attempting to travel right before a major holiday called Holi, so all the buses were booked by people going home to be with family. Jodhpur is known as the Blue City. It has an amazing, enormous fort built on a hill, which I don’t have a picture of, but here are some shots from the fort.
Holi was COMPLETE INSANITY. It’s like a country-wide color fight. Definitely something that needs to happen in the US.
That’s all for now. Next up, the last few days of India before we fly to Nepal on April 1st.