Showing posts with label Tips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tips. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 June 2011

45 Miscellaneous Travel Tips

Here are 45 travel tips I compiled during my RTW trip.  Hope something in here helps you.

PREP:
1.  Consider the weather.  I started my trip in February in India and moved south to north.  In March, I was in the Middle East.  In April, May and June, I was in Europe.  I felt like I got the best weather everywhere I went.  Consider if I'd done the trip backwards.  Europe can be cold and rainy in February, and India is extremely hot in May and June.
2.  Buy travel insurance.  Companies like Travel Guard (http://www.travelguard.com/) offer modestly priced, customized insurance options that can be comprehensive, if you so desire (mine covered medical care, medical evacuation, flight change, lost and stolen luggage, etc.).  Having travel insurance gave me peace of mind.
3.  Consider buying round-the-world plane tickets.  They can save you a bundle.
Suggestions include:    
Oneworld:  http://www.oneworld.com/
Round The World Experts:  http://www.roundtheworldexperts.co.uk/
STA Travel:  http://www.statravel.com/  
Intrepid Travel (has flight specialists if you book a trip with them):  http://www.intrepidtravel.com/
Round The World Flights:  http://www.roundtheworldflights.com/


PACK:
4.  As lightly as possibly.  Most anything you forget or feel like you need more of can be purchased overseas for much less than you'd pay at home.  (I limited myself to a 50 liter backpack and wish I'd gone even smaller.)
5.  A student ID (ISAC).  Almost every tourist attraction gave student discounts.
6.  Something small and inexpensive from your country to give to new friends.  This could include postcards from your hometown (with your email or mailing address written on the back if you so choose), or some of your country coins.  One of the girls I traveled with in India brought along balloons for the kiddos and they were a hit.
7.  Earplugs.  There are a lot of snorers at the hostels.  I'm just saying...
8.  A Teva-like sandal.  The Teva has all the advantages of a flip-flop sandal (ample ventilation, not sweat inducing) yet it can be comfortably worn when walking miles through a new city.
9.  A day pack.  The day pack should fit your camera, your water bottle, and your cash purse.  Take the day pack with you when you're exploring a new city, and leave the backpack locked up at your hostel.  Buy a day pack that can be secured with a lock while it's on your back.  Mine just had a drawstring, so I often wore it to my front, or tied the drawstring into a knot.


MONEY:
10.  Tell your bank exactly which countries you will be traveling to.  That way, when your credit card is swiped at an ATM in Istanbul, the bank will not shut off your card or assume it was stolen.
11.  Make sure you know your credit card pin number.  I knew my debit card had a pin number, but not my credit card.  If you use your credit card to withdraw money from an ATM, the machine will ask you for the pin number.
12.  Check your online credit card statement weekly for fraudulent charges. Keep all major receipts.


FOOD:
13.  Find a local person to take you out for a meal.  They know the best places, and they're probably less expensive than the place you were thinking about eating.
14.  Look for a place without any tourists inside (you'll probably need to walk outside the main tourist strip for this and do some digging).  If the menu is only written in a foreign language, that's another good sign, too.  If everyone inside is a local, the food is likely to be considerably cheaper (and in my opinion, considerably better.)
15.  Buy your food at the grocery store or a local farmers market.  This is probably the cheapest option and most hostels have a kitchen where you can prepare your own meals.
16.  Avoid gas stations, vending machines, airport/train food, and tourist hotspots.  You'll be paying up the ass for stuff that probably isn't even that great.
17.  Buy a refillable water bottle and some dish soap to clean it.  You'll save a bundle on bottled water.


COMMUNICATION:
18.  Don't underestimate non-verbal communication.  Even without being able to speak the local language, I've gotten along surprisingly well with hand gestures, pointing at maps, saying a single word as a question (e.g. toilet, internet, bus), exaggerated facial expressions, and drawing pictures.  Be creative.  
19.  Talk in the local language when you can.  I don't speak Spanish, but when I was in Spain I made an effort to say "gracias" instead of "thank you" and "buenos dias" instead of "good morning."  I noticed that the locals respect you more when make an attempt to use their language, even when you only know ten words of it.


HASSLING:
20.  In places where bartering is acceptable, always take 1/2 the price the shopkeeper initially gives you and start negotiations there.  Don't be afraid to go even lower (remember that the shopkeeper knows what the item is worth and is not going to sell you something unless they can make a profit).
21.  If the shopkeeper is being stingy, simply tell them the item is too expensive and start to walk away.  It's amazing how quickly they will cut 20 to 30 percent off the price when they realize you are leaving their store.
22.  Never keep a promise you can't keep (e.g. I'm not going to buy today but I promise you I will come back and buy tomorrow).  You wouldn't want someone to do it to you, so don't do it to others.
23.  Always be situationally aware but if you really aren't looking to buy anything, it helps not to make eye contact with the vendors.  When vendors see you staring at them, they hone in on you like a vulture to a corpse.
24.  I usually say "hello" or "good morning" when spoken to (it's basic politeness) but beyond that basic response I don't feel like I owe vendors/random men/beggars/etc. a lengthy conversation.  Many people will try to strike up a conversation with you in order to get you to see their store (or their cousin's store, or their brother's store).  If you don't want to buy or don't feel like getting sidetracked, ignore further attempts at conversation, look straight ahead, and keep on walking.
25.  Remember, there is usually no such thing as a favor.  When a person helps you find your hostel or the train station, lets you photograph them, etc. they will probably expect money in return.  Either do not accept a favor or be clear that you will not be paying them for a favor that often takes little to no effort on their part.


TAXIS:
26.  Always agree on a price before you get into a taxi.  Once you've agreed on a price and step inside that taxi, the price is set.  There is no asking for a lower fare mid-ride.
27.  If a taxi driver tries to charge you a higher fare than what you agreed upon after you reach your destination threaten to call the police.  That will must likely end the conversation.
28.  Carry the business card of your hostel with you.  The taxi driver might not understand English, but most of them can read and understand a name and address.
29.  When you walk outside an airport, or a bus or train terminal, do not take the nearest taxi.  Sometimes taxis pay an entrance fee to nab that lucrative spot directly outside the airport, bus or train terminal, and they are going to try and take advantage of stupid and/or filthy rich tourists.  Walk a ways down the line before you approach a taxi driver for a price quote.  Once you've gotten a price quote (and know generally what the taxi drivers are going to charge you), consider walking further done the line and see if you can get an even cheaper fare.  Don't be afraid to barter.


TRANSPORTATION:
30.  Walk whenever you can.  You'll see more of the city (the biggest gems are often beyond the tourist strip), get exercise, and save cash.
31.  The metro, tram, trolley and bus lines are almost always cheaper than a taxi.  Some cities offer a 5-day pass or a 10-day pass or some sort of extended day pass that can save you money if you are going to be in that city for several days.  Look for it when purchasing your ticket.
32.  Take overnight transportation, if possible.  You'll save money on a hostel, see the countryside, and gain more sightseeing time at your follow-on destination.  Consider bringing up a blow-up neck pillow to help you sleep better.


DO:
33.  Journal every day.  It's amazing the details I've already forgotten from my travels that I remember again every time I reread my journal.
34.  Get lost sometimes.  I learned so much more about the people, the culture, and the country just by walking around for hours in areas I was not familiar with. Sticking strictly to the tourist attractions is overrated.
35.  Read literature from the countries you are visiting.  I can't explain it, but there is something about reading native literature while in the country that makes the experience of travel more profound.  Afterwards, you understand both the literature and the country better.
36.  Back up your photos every day at websites like Photobucket.  My sister pressed the "Reformat Memory Card" button on my camera midway through my trip and I lost 1000s of pictures.  Luckily, I'd downloaded many pictures on my blog and emailed others to family and friends, so I was able to salvage some of my photos.  But it was still a major loss.  
37.  See if the city has a Free Tour.  Most of the cities I've been to have one. You pay no money upfront and, at the end, you decide how much (or little) to tip the guide.


STREET SMARTS:
38.  Leave the club wear at home.  When I travel I dress more conservatively than I do at home.  When I'm in places like the Middle East I dress more conservatively still (e.g. long-sleeved shirts, pants, and sometimes a scarf).  Often, I wear sunglasses.  I am not saying you have to bring along a bunch of moo moos and track pants, but ditch the mini skirts and midriff-baring halter tops.  It attracts unwanted attention from unsavory men.  You're going to get enough male attention, anyway.  Why make it worse?
39.  Be a smart drinker.  I can't stress this enough.  Bad things happen to intoxicated females (and males).  I met ladies who had been dated raped and mugged when they were drunk.  If I did decide to drink, I often did so at lunch or an early dinner when it was still light outside.  If I wanted to drink at night I drank at an establishment that was within spitting distance of my hostel or I drank at the hostel (most hostels had a terrace, some even had a bar).
40.  Look both ways (twice) before you cross any street.  It sounds so obvious but I had several close encounters with cars (reckless and/or preoccupied drivers abound and traffic rules differ from country to country).
41.  Split up important travel documents.  Always leave your passport and one credit or debit card locked up at the hostel.  Carry an alternate ID (e.g. driver's license), and an alternate credit or debit card on your person.  That way if your day pack is lost or stolen you are not completely screwed. 
42.  Carry emergency information.  I carried a tag with my blood type, allergy information and a person at home to contact in case of an emergency.   I also carried the business card of the hostel I was staying at.  I figured it was good information for the police to know if they found my dead and/or unconscious body.
43.  Consider the status of your day pack.  Always lock your day pack (or knot the drawstring) when you're out and about.  Consider carrying your day pack to the front, especially at night.  When at restaurants, place your day pack on the chair next to you or on the table, not on the floor.
44.  Get lost (during the day).  I think the best way to get to know a city is to get completely lost in it.  You stumble across all sorts of things you'd never see if you stick to the (boring) tourist circuit.  But get lost in the morning and early afternoon.  I made sure I knew where I was again (and how to get back to my hostel) well before the sun started to set.  When it was dark outside I always stuck to main roads with lots of people on them.
45.  Be conscious of pointing the undersides of your feet at people, giving the thumbs up sign, etc.  In parts of the world, these gestures can be considered offensive and/or provocative.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Eight Things I Wish I'd Known When I was 18

I've had many spiritual and philosophical moments on the road.  I've had the time to reflect back upon my entire life.  Here are eight things I wish I'd known 10 years ago:

1.  Men (and women) will treat you the way you allow them to treat you.  If you demand respect, they will either respect you, or they will ditch you.  If they ditch you, you are better off without them.  I promise.

2.  There are absolutely no rules to the game of life.  Contrary to what anyone tells you, you do not have to get married in your 20's.  You do not have to have children...ever.  You do not have to own a house, a car, or a dog.  You do not have to work for corporate America.  You do not have to become a doctor, a lawyer or a politician.  These things make some people happy, but the real question is do they make you happy?  Live life by your own rules and never look back.

3.  Love is the ultimate freedom, the ultimate liberty.  Love is not dependency. There is no reason to cling.  Clinging does not manifest love.  If a person wants to leave you, let them go.  The greatest way you can love another person is to let them be free.

4.  It's not all about you.  Even if it feels that way in your head.  Other people spend about 10% of the time thinking about you as you spend thinking about yourself.  Always remember that you are your own harshest critic.        

5.  Beauty and confidence are inextricably linked.  If you manifest confidence, other people will find you more attractive.  Love your body and treat it gently.  It is much, much more than someone's arm candy or wall trophy.  No matter what it looks like, how old it is, or the shape it is in, it is your most powerful tool.

6.  Popularity in high school has no relation to success in later life.  Drinking, sex, and relationships can wait until later.  Life extends far, far beyond the teenage years.

7.  Most people change radically between the ages of 20 and 30, far more so than during adolescence.  Your opinions, perspective, life experiences, and taste in men or women may undergo a revolution.  Keep that in mind when making major decisions.  And enjoy the journey.

8.  Have an (educated) opinion and do not keep it bottled up inside.  Be truthful. Be authentic.  Speak your mind.  The old adage is true:  the people who mind don't matter, and the people who matter don't mind.  Pretending to be someone you're not by being a silent doormat is a travesty.


Saturday, 14 May 2011

Athens, Greece

I was in a bad mood when I arrived in Athens.  Why?  I was tired from the travel.  You may be thinking, "Awww, STFU" or "cry me a river," but I promised to be honest on this blog and one thing I can say, with honesty, is that RTW travel is more tiring than I anticipated.

Greek flag.

When I started out in India three months ago, I had so much energy.  I wanted to see everything.  I was completely content with playing the tourist for 16 hours a day.  I wanted to see every single mosque, every single temple, every single palace.  I wanted to visit every single museum.  I was like Energizer Bunny on speed.

After a while, though, that frenetic pace became unsustainable.  I had to relinquish The Tourist title and assume The House Guest role.  Unlike The Tourist, The House Guest only sightsees for 3 or 4 hours per day.  The House Guest enjoys lazy mornings and engages in a plethora of non-tourist pursuits like blogging, journaling, sunning, drinking coffee, and reading anything from trash tabloids to classical literature.  (The Tourist didn't have the time for that decadence).



I think travel burnout is familiar to a lot of travelers, especially a lot of American travelers.  I don't have hard data to back up this assertion, but it doesn't seem like Americans travel out of the country as much as their European and Aussie counterparts.  So, when we do travel internationally, we may go overboard.  We may try to cram 30 cities into 90 days.

Why don't Americans travel more?  I have two theories.  First, we only get two (or three weeks, if we are lucky) of vacation per year (unlike the damn Europeans and Aussies who get five, six weeks or more).  Second, America is massive.  I've traveled to 48 of the 50 American states.  That's the equivalent of 20 countries, if you think about it.

 Roman forum in Athens.

So, anyway, where was I?  Oh, yeah, I arrived in Athens in a foul mood.  I'm not going to lie.  I wanted to get drunk.  Blitzed.  Bombed.  Destroyed.  Hammered.  Inebriated.  Intoxicated.  Plastered.  Shit-faced.  Sloshed.  Wasted.  Whatever...

What I really wanted (or needed) was to talk with someone.  REALLY talk to someone.  Not a nonsense, bullshit conversation revolving around questions like, "Where are you from?" and "What do you do for a living?" but DEEP, honest, soulful, heart-to-heart conversation.  And that's when Kiley and Julia materialized.  They are 20 and 27-years-old respectively.  One is studying in France, the other is a post-graduate with a penchant for international development.

 Drink of choice was ouzu, an anise-flavored alcohol that is widely consumed in Greece and Cyprus.

Don't get me wrong, we still drank.  But the girl talk was priceless.  God I had no IDEA how much I've missed me some girl talk after all of these days on the road, after all of the conversations with Franz.  I was like a pig in poo.  It made me want to cry, I was so happy.

OK, anyway.  Athens.  Athens is aesthetically beautiful.  It reminded me a lot of Tel Aviv, a city I think about on a daily basis.  A city I hope to revisit one day.  That same lightness.  That same vegetation.  That same breeze.  The ocean.  I wish I'd done more sightseeing while I was in Athens, but as I said, I was experiencing some burnout.

 Beachy looking homes.

 Sailing, another dream of mine.

 Aesthetic beauty abounds.

Some info about Athens, the capital of Greece...  Athens is one of the oldest cities on earth; it's history spans 3,400 years.  One of the tourist highlights is the Athens Acropolis.  An acropolis, or citadel, is a settlement built on high ground for defense.  Oftentimes, an acropolis became the center of a city that grew up around it, on lower ground.  A number of cities like Rome, Jersualem and Amman began as an acropolis.  The Athens Acropolis has a plethora of ancient ruins on it's high ground, including the famous Parthenon (which was under renovation when I visited).

 Parthenon.

 Parthenon under renovation.

Another highlight in Athens, for me, was the Agora.  The Agora was a marketplace in ancient Athens and the center of cultural, political and economic life.

 Statue in front of the Agora museum.

And again.

Athens also has the National Gardens which looked lovely from the street (all sorts of palm trees, flowers and fountains inside), but unfortunately I could not visit because of a city-wide strike.

I also got in a day of sailing while I was in Athens.  Athens has a couple of small islands that are close to the mainland (the island I visited was 1-2 hours away by sailboat).  I stayed at Hostel Zeus (you can find it on http://hostelworld.com) and they have a deal where guests can sail/swim/sunbathe for eight hours and 49 Euros.  Admittedly, it was a splurge, but one of my dreams is to do a RTW sailing trip, and this gave me a taste of the maritime life.  I was not disappointed.

 The maritime life rocks.

While in Athens, I fell in love with Greece:  the culture, the food, and the men.  There are some bona fide hotties in this country!  I've visited 12 countries on this trip and Greece definitely has the monopoly on the beautiful people.

 Pork gyro.

Kebab covered in yogurt and tomato sauce on a bed of pita.  Excellent.

Greece is a country I'd like to revisit for an extended stay (a couple of weeks or a month).  In addition to cities on the mainland like Thessaloniki and Athens, there are plenty of islands to keep me happily engaged.

 
    

 

Monday, 7 March 2011

Kolkata, India

My last stop in north India is Kolkatta. 

Victoria Memorial 

My initial impressions of Kolkata (once spelled Calcutta) stem from a storybook on Mother Teresa that I read in grade school.  In one scene, Mother Teresa kneels in the garbage on the streets of Kolkatta, treating a man with parisitic worms (or was it leprosy?).  The man looks up at Mother Teresa and asks, "Why are you doing this for me?"  She replies, "Because I love you."

This scene has been stuck in my head for 20 years; this is the Kolkata I expect to see.


But the Kolkata I discover is vibrant, growing and, in many ways, western...  The area around the airport reminds me of Miami...on a lazy, tree-lined side street near our hotel, I see New Orleans. 

Javed tells us that it is acceptable to wear singlets in Kolkata, something that he has cautioned us against in every other city in north India.

I promptly don a tank top over my cargo pants and instantly regret it.  Within two seconds I am being hassled by a skinny, 20-something who follows Tatjana and I for two blocks, repeatedly asking us for our phone numbers until we kindly tell him to f*%# off.  A few minutes later, a man at the ATM bumps up against me.  Something about the way he hits my breasts and lingers there for a second makes me think that it is intentional.  It seems like everywhere I look, men are eating me up with their eyes. 

Maybe I am just paranoid or having a bad experience, but, ladies, no matter what your tour guide says, I would save your singlets for southern India.

Does this remind you of the US Capitol Building?

But on to other things...

Kolkata served as the capital of India during the British Raj (name given to period of British colonial rule in South Asia between 1858 and 1947) and it bears many vestiges of British rule, like the Victoria Memorial (above).  Lonely Planet describes the Victoria Memorial (a structure established in 1921 to honor, yes, Queen Victoria) as a mixture between the US Capitol Building and the Taj Mahal.  Architecturally, I can see why.  It is truly lovely inside and out (some maintain that it is prettier than the Taj Mahal, but because it is a British built memorial, India would never openly admit that). 

The Victoria Memorial sits on 64 acres of gardens; there is even a reflecting pond out back.  Around the reflecting pond, I notice a preponderance of young couples holding hands, embracing and generally swooning over one another (just another example of the western influences sweeping Kolkata). 


Sadly, I am now fully battling the respiratory infection and the dirty air in Kolkata seems almost unbearable.  I walk around glumly, hacking every few seconds.  My lungs feel filthy, as though I've just smoked dozens of packs of cigarettes.  A tourist guide I read says that 25% of travelers to India develop a respiratory infection; at least I'm not alone.


The north India portion of our trip is over and some of the people I am traveling with are going home tomorrow; we enjoy a farewell dinner.  I order a chelo kabab, I dish I later learn was imported from Iran.  It's rice with a fried egg on top, ringed by spicy mutton (lamb), chicken and vegetables.  It's like heaven on earth.  It's also the first time I've eaten meat in India.

I expect that my stomach will rebel later; it doesn't.  Once again, I thank my dad for giving me a "steel stomach."  Some other people in my group without steel stomaches have elected to eat the chelo kabab, too.  In the "took took" (Indian name for taxi) on the way home, they are rigid, sweating and steel-faced.  When we reach the hotel, they rush to the toilet.  I, on the other hand, slowly wander inside...coughing.

I suddenly feel grateful.  I'd much rather have a cough than explosive diarrhea or projective vomiting...

I've loved north India more than I could ever imagine loving any place on earth.  But I am tired.  And I am ready for the south.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Jaipur, India

We arrived in Jaipur on February 17th.


It's called the Pink City.  For some reason, the colors and the architecture reminded me of South America...though I've never actually set foot in South America, so who am I to judge?


We visited the impressive Amber Fort/Palace (a complex began by Raja Man Singh, a noted Indian general, in 1600 and subsequent residence of 28 kings).


I keep on using words like "beautiful" and "stunning" in my blog.  I need to learn more adjectives.  But honestly, everything here boggles my mind.


There's a hill that needs to be climbed in order to reach the Amber Fort/Palace, and elephants were taking people to the top.  I grew up with a stuffed animal elephant, and have been fascinated with these creatures since.  However, up close they're not so cute and cuddly.  Case in point, I saw several elephants put their trunks into their mouth, extract water/saliva, and spray it out of their trunks and all over themselves and...me, standing on the side of the road.  Covered in Asian elephant spit, I could not understand what they were trying to do.  Cool off?


There was an outlook on the other side of the road across from the Amber Fort/Palace which we climbed for the view.  It felt like the morning bike ride/hike in Pushkar all over again. 


I was grateful to have two solid workouts in the span of a few days (since other than these two athletic endeavors I've just been strolling, sleeping, and savoring Indian cuisine).  I felt something that I've felt before, that I was created to be strong and to have endurance for a reason, so that I could see and do these types of things...that these were important things for me to do.


We also visited Jantar Mantar.  It's a fascinating astrological observatory constructed in the mid-1700's.


There are 17 astrological instruments that measure things like the time of day, and position of the earth (e.g. since it's late February/early March, the earth is now in Aquarius).


There is also Hawa Mahal ("Palace of the Winds"). 


The intricate latice work on this palace enabled women to watch the going-ons in the street without being seen.  Some of the pictures I took are through latice.



     
We also caught a movie at the Raj Mandir Cinema (said to be the most beautiful cinema in Asia).  We saw a Bollywood movie in Hindi without English subtitles.  Despite not being able to understand the language, I could still infer a great deal from body language and gestures.  I realize that being creative with body language and gestures is indispensable for the traveler.  Case in point, today I went to a pharmacy to get some anti-itch creme for the 200 (and counting) mosquito bites all over my body.  I don't think the pharmacist understood what I was asking for in English.  I finally held up the bottom of my forearm (covered in the red, raised welts), pointed to it, took the hand of my other arm and made a scratching motion with my fingers, contorting my face in an "itching expression," haha.  He promptly went to a shelf and fetched me exactly the right ointment that I was looking for.


After leaving the Raj Mandir, our taxi passed two elephants walking along the side of the road.  We passed so close to the elephants that I could have reached out and touched them.  In India the camel represents love, the horse represents power, and the elephant represents luck.

Coming to India is one of the luckiest thing that has ever happened to this girl...  

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Udaiper, India

"I was conscious that I was experiencing something unforgettable, one of those magical moments which we only understand when it has passed.  I was entirely in the present, with no past, no future, absorbed in experiencing the morning, the music, the sweetness and the unexpected prayer.  I entered a state of worship and ectasy and gratitude for being in the world.  I understood once again that the grandeur of God reveals itself through simple things."
~Paulo Coelho

The moment we arrived in Udaiper, I knew that it was something special.  It's said to be the most romantic place in India (Javed, my guide and a local, maintains that it is the best city on earth), but maybe the reason I fell in love with Udaiper is because of its proximity to Lake Pichola.  As a Cancer, I'm always at my happiest when I'm near water.


The first day in Udaipur, I followed the "usual" tourist agenda.  In the morning, I had henna painted on my hand and arm.


In the afternoon, I visited the City Palace (largest palace in India, built over the span of 300 years)...


Another City Palace shot.  As you can see, it's quite stunning...


Next, there was a stop to Jagdish Mandir, a Vishnu temple in the heart of the "tourist strip."  There was some sort of ceremony going on while I was visiting and I got admonished for taking this picture.  Whoops.  Tourist SNAFU.


The following day, my introvert self felt like being alone so I split with the group and went to read and write at a cafe along the bank of Lake Pichola.  Little did I know that this was going to be the most interesting day of them all. 

The revelation that I made in Udaiper is that when you travel alone, you become a fascination.  So many people want to know the story of the solo traveler and approach to talk.  Immediately, I met another writer from America.  Her name is Lisa, she's awesome and she's traveled all over South America on her own.  I also met four Europeans. 

After I'd had my fill of reading, writing, and meeting fellow travelers, I decided to wander some more.  Wow, the things you see in India.  Like women doing their laundry in Lake Pichola...


And a little girl standing next to a big cow...


Then solo me bumped into one of Javed's friends.  And after some conversation and a cup of Chai tea, I hopped on the back of his motorbike, and he took me to the less "touristy" part of Udaiper.  First, there was a small island where I took pictures of all the exotic plants.


Paradise...


Then we visited Shilpgram, a cultural museum featuring rural arts and crafts.  Afterwards, we drove through what seemed like a mountain rainforest to the Monsoon Palace to watch the sunset.  At that moment, riding on the back of a motorbike through some of the most beautiful terrain on earth, monkeys visible in trees, the wind whipping my hair, a thought arose:

"This is what it feels like to really live."  


Later I was invited to an Indian wedding reception.  Marvelous. 

I capped off the night drinking whiskey on a rooftop, watching fireworks (from the wedding reception) on the other side of Lake Pichola. 

Sometimes it pays to go off on your own and be a solo traveler!