Friday, September 16, 2005
last tango in delhi
arrived this morning back in delhi. staying in paharganj (a bazaar near the new delhi railway station, very dirty and indian) and loving it. i am staying at the HOTEL FANCY, and fancy it is not. have been stuffing myself the whole day with yummy indian foods (masala dosa, curd, burfies and spicy samosas) i could not get for the last 2 months up in the mountains. no more yak meat for this man. life is a feast.
spent most of the day in old delhi, bought some calenders for pressies and watched a total anarchic ganesh (the hindu god with the elephant body) parade with music bands and fireworks.... must be his birthday or something.
also watched a real crappy bollywood movie, called JAMES. a very sexy actress was throwing her body around, while the hero was beating up half the baddies of india, including corrupt police. some of it was already softporn. whats happening to this country??
took a bicycle rickshaw back and wondered why all these girls were waving at me from the second floor, for a one kilometre stretch. thought i must be some kind of stud, until my rickshaw driver told me they are all prostitutes looking for business. what a letdown....
i just have to come back to india. this country is just so full on, loving every minute of it. had real difficulties leaving manali, to say goodbye to the farmers daughter and many friends. but what the heck, 2 months germany and when argentina. i can always go back to india next year and marry her if i should feel too horny.
spent most of the day in old delhi, bought some calenders for pressies and watched a total anarchic ganesh (the hindu god with the elephant body) parade with music bands and fireworks.... must be his birthday or something.
also watched a real crappy bollywood movie, called JAMES. a very sexy actress was throwing her body around, while the hero was beating up half the baddies of india, including corrupt police. some of it was already softporn. whats happening to this country??
took a bicycle rickshaw back and wondered why all these girls were waving at me from the second floor, for a one kilometre stretch. thought i must be some kind of stud, until my rickshaw driver told me they are all prostitutes looking for business. what a letdown....
i just have to come back to india. this country is just so full on, loving every minute of it. had real difficulties leaving manali, to say goodbye to the farmers daughter and many friends. but what the heck, 2 months germany and when argentina. i can always go back to india next year and marry her if i should feel too horny.
