I spent 7 weeks discovering Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and Thailand. They were fantastic but, excluding the wealth of each nation, were similar. Nice people, great food, beautiful scenery, wildlife, and very interesting histories were found in all.
My next stop had to be completely different. More of a punch to the face. Although, India would give me not just any punch. This punch would be covered in feces. The culture, religion, people, and the rich/poor contrasts were so intense and interesting. Whether it was waking up in the morning to the smell of urine and shit, watching Camels pull loads of materials through busy markets, or witnessing your first public poo on the side of the road, it seemed evident that God had forsaken this country. Although, as soon as you accepted their way of life, the sooner you began to enjoy it. I accepted it early and realized this was the most interesting place I have ever been in my life and one country I know I would be returning to.
Darren and I started in Delhi and hired a driver to take us on a 2 week tour around the province of Rajisthan. We visited many cities, all amazing in their own way.
First things first, our driver, Kumar. He seemed fine at first until this comment.
Kumar: ” Ive taken the last 4 months off work to do drugs.”
Soon after that, he stopped to pick up a bottle of whiskey. Darren and I joined in for one drink on the road. Although, Kumar kept pounding drink after drink.
Kumar’s house after 3/4 of the bottle of whiskey, all to himself

Darren and I considered getting a new driver but decided we would give him a second chance. We made it to Bikaner…alive.
Bikaner Market, one of my favs


After bikaner, we went to Jaisalmer, near the Pakistan border. It was in the middle of the desert and was known for its camel safari’s. We went on one the day we arrived. We rode the camels to watch sunset then went back to the hotel to see a gypsy band perform. They were amazing. Afterwards, we were driven out into the desert and left there to survive the night among the dunes. It was so cool.
LG Baby Video
Could be the picture of the trip. Nicely done Darren



Jaisalmer Fort

Johdpur was next. It was also known as the blue city. Many of the buildings were painted blue.
Johdpur Market



Udepur was an absolutely stunning city. It was built around man made lakes. The buildings and atmosphere made it one of my favorite cities.
The best monkeys I’ve seen thus far



Jaipur, the capital of Rajisthan, was known as the pink city. Many of the buildings were pink. We spent 3 days there hanging out. My favorite memory was seeing a Bollywood movie at the famous Raj Mandir Theatre.
Raj Mandir

Jaisalmer 
One of the funniest things i saw there. “OOOO GEEZE, I have so much weight on one side of my stick, how shall I balance it? You, Lady! Come here and sit in my basket!”

Our final stop with Kumar was the Taj Mahal in Agra. The Taj was my favorite man made structure. It was massive and so beautiful. Really spectacular. You just had to stare…and look confused????

After the Taj, Kumar dropped us off at the train station. We didn’t give Kumar a tip. He wasn’t happy.
Darren’s and my final stop was Varanasi. This was my favorite city in India. Considered the most spiritual city in the world, Varanasi is to Hindus as Rome is to Catholics. It also happens to the one of the oldest inhabited cities in the world. These two aspects made it absolutely amazing. It had everything. An awesome market, great riverside ghat’s, a really interesting old city, burning bodies at the bank of the Ganges……wait, what did I say? It is said to be the most direct path to heaven if you are blessed in the Ganges river then burned on its riverside. It was the craziest thing I have ever seen in my life. Watching a body being brought to the river, washed, then placed on a blazing fire. Insane but so sweet.

ON THAT NOTE, FUN TIME!!!

WHAT COULD THIS BE?????
A MONKEY IT IS THEE
Darren and I were resting one day in Varanasi. I was lying on the bed while Darren beautified himself in the mirror. Suddenly, I saw something in my peripherals. I turned my head and saw a monkey gazing up at me with a mischievous look upon his face. “Darren,” I exclaimed, “there is a monkey in our room.” He turned and gasped and we both began to back away. The monkey, as if he had a strategic plan, picked up my new novel and sauntered out the door onto the porch. We cautiously opened the door and peered out to see the monkey gnawing and destroying the book. Little bastard!

Darren and I then departed. He went on to Kalkata and I went back to Delhi to get a suit made.
If you want a crazy experience, then India is the place to go.