Archive for the ‘away from America’ Category

Pay Up

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

With the cash reserves on the low-end after the pick-pocketing, I’ve been a bit more choosy as to which sites I see in India. With the two-tier price system — one for Indians and one for foreigners — there are some I just can’t really bring myself to pay to see. I mean, why would I pay the same price as the entrance fee to the Grand Canyon for something definitely not as cool as the Grand Canyon or that I’d never heard of? Interestingly, I’m not the only one. The American girl I met in Delhi and hung out with in Jaipur (small world that we wound up in the same guesthouse!) and I only saw about half of Jaipur’s sites because the prices were a bit too much for something too little.

So, although I’d previously quietly payed the foreigners’ price, I have to admit I’m getting a bit more annoyed by it. I mean, before I told myself that the publicly owned sites were (theoretically) payed for by taxpayers’ money, so charging non-tax-payers a different price is excusable.

Now, though, I’m not so sure. I mean, a small difference would be OK. But more than 15 times the Indian price? No thanks. And the worst is when I get the SAME exact service as the Indian tourists and then the guide (which was mandatory and included in the ticket I payed five times the amount for) ends the tour and still asks for a tip because I’m American. Uh, no thanks, champ.

Then, in Bikaner, I met a Spanish couple who refused to visit any of the sites that charged two separate prices. “We miss out on a lot,” the woman says, adding that there are plenty of Indians that make more than she. They’re happier that they stick to their morals.

That got me thinking…how do you all feel about the foreigners’ prices? Clearly, this would never fly in America, but what about when you’re traveling? Fair or not??? Hmmm…

A Tale of Two Cities(’ Guides)

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

North Indians have gotten a bit of a bad rap…from Westerners and Indians. Deserved? Well, you’ll just have to visit for yourself…But let’s just say North Indian men have been notorious for not making Delhi the most comforting city for visitors, especially those that are female.

However, grouping all North Indian men as one type would be completely inaccurate…just thought I’d give you a peek into two that I ran into…


It’s a short video, less than a minute long

I’ll Remember That

Monday, January 28th, 2008

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Last week, I made a last-minute trip for one of my projects with Impulse. I went to a village with one of the girls who now works at the office but had previously been trafficked.

The whole trip was of course a bit of an adventure: as the girl speaks 6 languages quite fluently…but English only limitedly, there is no electricity in the village, and the day we were supposed to leave, the holiday “bandh” had already taken place there.

It was one of those rare trips where you’re really a traveler, but not traveling for the purpose of travel. And, I have to say, I got pretty excited when on the way there, the girl was telling me that there are elephants that come around the village every night/morning. That excitement wore off pretty quickly when it became 4 in the morning, and I’m squatting to pee in the middle of a frickin’ freezing field…was thinking then may not be the time I want to see an elephant heading my way.

When I went back to sleep, the girl’s (absolutely adorable) nephews kept trying to wake me. “Auntie, *&^$%,” they were saying as they pulled the covers off my head. As I don’t speak the local language, I had no idea what they were saying. They’d been asking me to take pictures of them all night before we went to sleep, so I thought that’s what they were asking. Now, though, I think they may have been telling me they were out watching the elephants, but yeah…I kept sleeping.

Back at the office, I found out that the girl’s sister had been attacked by an Elephant last year and hospitalized for months. Have to say, I’m pretty happy with my decision to stay in bed.

Sign Me Up

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

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Saw this story on Yahoo! yesterday. Apparently, I’ll even be able to vote (online) in the primaries this year. Yahoo!

This is fabulous as I’ve been following the primaries with almost as much gusto as I followed the Britney/K-Fed custody battle. But you know, we didn’t get to vote in that.

I’ll be registering soon, unless of course, any of you political reporters clue me into some security breaches of the site.

And, yes that means I’m a registered Democrat (come on…I grew up in a union family). Interestingly, though, it’s only the Dems offering this. Do you think that means Republicans don’t become expats?

Massive Meghalaya Moths

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

Before the hike, I spotted something fabulous too…although not at all American.

The area we hiked in is known for their moths/butterflies. These huge dudes were hanging around outside some toilets.

Beautiful to look at..but I have to say I got chills thinking of one of these babies fluttering toward my face…

big ol' moth

big yellow moth

Speaking of Parks… (Part II-the Answer)

Monday, January 14th, 2008

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Yes, yes. It’s a golf course. It’s actually even used for that sometimes. And it’s the most popular Sunday picnic spot in the city.

I have to admit, the part of me that grew up as one of the kids who didn’t have a Country Club membership, gasped at the blatant abuse of the links…I can’t think of anyplace in the states where this would happen.

Speaking of Parks… (Part I)

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

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This other park in Shillong is a popular Sunday picnic spot (clearly, eh?). But it’s not really a park or a picnic spot.

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The answer is to come…

Oh Baby, Baby

Monday, January 7th, 2008

At a party thrown by an American expat last week, I met an American couple about my age. The wife was, I’m pretty sure preggers, so when they sat down next to me, I asked when she was due. As I’ve termed this year of travel also the “year of the baby” (I’ve had no less than 6 friends and family members give birth or e-mail me with the announcement since I left in May), I’m starting to understand all the baby planning things that come along with pre-parenting.

After we talked about the due date and when she’d take the baby home to see her folks, I asked if they knew if it was a boy or girl yet, or if they were waiting to find out.

Then, of course, I was reminded this is India. It’s illegal for a doctor to tell them if it’s a boy or girl…

Ho Ho Ho

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

I have to say, before this year, I never really realized how important Christmas was to me. I suppose I’d always taken for granted the time I had with friends and family during the season. And even though I thought the actual celebration of Christmas held little sentiments for me, I still found myself wiping away steaming hot tears as I sang along to “O, Holy Night” at an outdoor Christmas Eve sing-a-long.

As the night was only the second time I can recall crying in the past year or so (viewing cheesey movies exempted), I realized, that, yeah, Christmas is important to me. And that I don’t think I’ll want to be away from my loved ones in MO come Christmas again…

Christmas sign

Side note…at the Christmas Day service I went to, I learned that “Away in the Manger” has two melodies. The Brits have one version, and the Yanks another. The church I was at chose the better one, of course.

(And I didn’t take any Christmas photos…so the above pic is a nice little holiday greeting from Elvis…taken at Graceland during my Christmas break last year.)

Birthday Abroad

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

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birthday lunch

When I studied abroad, I was insanely jealous of my fellow Americans who had early-year birthdays and got to celebrate in Oz. I thought of making up an “Australia birthday” just to get one myself.

But as you might recall, when the idea of spending my birthday away was actually creeping near, I was getting a bit sad. It’s not that I’ve had amazing birthdays back home. In fact after years of disappointing (and even a couple horrible/tragic) birthdays, I started planning my own birthday get togethers (which works out quite well…you always get your favorite kind of cake then).

Being abroad, though, I didn’t plan anything and just figured I’d have a day like any other. When the big day came, though…well, I have to say it was a pretty darn fabulous day. Right at midnight four of us had a glass of the banana wine from the local wine festival (and I got a few fab presents, too!). After a good night’s sleep, I came to the office for a round of “happy birthdays” as everyone made a point to stop by and say so.

Then for lunch, the girls had made a great big meal (all veg, of course). For dinner, we went to the Team Leader’s house and had another homemade meal (her nieces, too, remembered to make it all veg) while listening to the soothing sounds of Sean Kingston, No Doubt, and Nelly Furtado (her nieces, too, requested I bring my computer for music). My seat at the dinner table was pretty fab, too. And really made me feel a bit like being at home; it gave me a full view of the family calendar for 2008, which starts off with a picture of St. Louis and the Arch.

And even though my ever-so-thoughtful sis knew to send birthday wishes on my big day, I of course got the birthday call from my parents the next day. If you know the folks, this is no big surprise. They hardly remember to call before midnight on my birthday when I’m in Cali…expecting them to remember it AND the time change when I’m in India, well, that’s just too much. I attribute it to the fact that there’s not that whole painful-birth memory to etch the day in their minds. Still, they remembered to call when it was December 5th in Missouri.

When I finally made it to onto the Internet on that next day, I got to get lots of the happy-birthday e-mails and posts, too.

Yeah…fab day in all.

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And if you’d like to see them making me birthday roti…