But will they hold your purse when you’re in the bathroom?

Shimla, a Himalayan town created by the British when their white asses couldn’t stand the Indian heat, is all about honeymooners or rich Indian vacationers. Despite the mirrors on the hotel ceilings, I loved this town so much so that I ditched several other plans and stayed ten days. First because it’s in the Himalayas! […]

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Mustache love.

Can a 43-year-old man be my new best friend? It’s possible. We wouldn’t really talk about hairstyles and bikini waxing, but we could still, say, crash a few weddings together. Or ride bikes. Or share creamy shakes filled with almonds. Or do yoga. Or fly kites. Or try nasty liquor made from cardamom. Or have […]

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I ate the Taj. Sorry.

Photo courtesy of my new friend Pete.

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I got twigs in my hair.

I don’t care if I ever see a temple again. Or a cave. Or a palace, tomb, monument, famous street, museum, library, statue or obelisk. Even the charred car that was set aflame by the protesting monk while he was inside. DONE. Don’t care. Over it. Maybe it’s the heat. Or the newly-acquired aversion to […]

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Pardon my dust.

Please excuse the delay in posts. It’s not surprising the computers still take floppies and don’t know how to upload photos in a country where teenagers are still clamoring for the newest hit cassette tape. So… stayed tuned. Funny Indians to come.

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