India - Jaipur
The route to Jaipur was the most boring AND the most life threatening leg of the trip.
It was somewhere along this route (via Fatehpur Sikri) that we missed Death's scythe by the hairs of our chiny chin chins. Hurtling down a straight stretch of highway at 100km/h and swerving to miss a suicidal cow is defnitely not on my bucket list.
At that part of the highway, there was this wall/fence like partition. Why I do not know. It didn't serve a purpose - save to hide cows from drivers' views!
I can't speak for cello_play , but at that moment, when I saw the lumbering cow's head appear out of nowhere, I really thought it was the end. My balls rose to the back of my throat as the driver swerved sharply to avoid the holy bovine. I swear I experienced zero gravity for the tiniest splits of a second. I had just roused from a slumber not too long ago and didn't react fast enough to grab hold of something.
And at that same moment I used the back of my head as a weapon to bludgeon cello_play in the head.
"Holy CowaaaaAhhhh!" I screamed shouted with utmost masculinity. The car came screeching to a halt. An air of fecundity approached my olfactories. A mix of jasmine, saffron, frangipani, burnt rubber and...wait, what's that.. oh.. cow dung. Now Coco Chanel would kill for that mix sweetie. KILL.
"Wait" you say. "Why weren't you wearing seat belts?"
Ah, because this is India...there weren't any in the back seat!
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Palace of Winds
Pacydermia at Amber (pron. Ah Mer) Fort
My dreams(?) of becoming feeling like a Maharajah on his trusty stead were dashed when I saw how sad the poor elephants were! They really weren't happy.
na-na-nahh-na na...na na na naah na na naaa...
Jantar Mantar Observatory
It was somewhere along this route (via Fatehpur Sikri) that we missed Death's scythe by the hairs of our chiny chin chins. Hurtling down a straight stretch of highway at 100km/h and swerving to miss a suicidal cow is defnitely not on my bucket list.
At that part of the highway, there was this wall/fence like partition. Why I do not know. It didn't serve a purpose - save to hide cows from drivers' views!
I can't speak for cello_play , but at that moment, when I saw the lumbering cow's head appear out of nowhere, I really thought it was the end. My balls rose to the back of my throat as the driver swerved sharply to avoid the holy bovine. I swear I experienced zero gravity for the tiniest splits of a second. I had just roused from a slumber not too long ago and didn't react fast enough to grab hold of something.
And at that same moment I used the back of my head as a weapon to bludgeon cello_play in the head.
"Holy CowaaaaAhhhh!" I screamed shouted with utmost masculinity. The car came screeching to a halt. An air of fecundity approached my olfactories. A mix of jasmine, saffron, frangipani, burnt rubber and...wait, what's that.. oh.. cow dung. Now Coco Chanel would kill for that mix sweetie. KILL.
"Wait" you say. "Why weren't you wearing seat belts?"
Ah, because this is India...there weren't any in the back seat!
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Palace of Winds
Pacydermia at Amber (pron. Ah Mer) Fort
My dreams(?) of becoming feeling like a Maharajah on his trusty stead were dashed when I saw how sad the poor elephants were! They really weren't happy.
na-na-nahh-na na...na na na naah na na naaa...
Jantar Mantar Observatory