putting the BOOB back into Bhubaneswar
just a quick hello from india. after a rather pleasant 13 hour plane ride to dehli and then another 2 hour jumper over to the state of orissa, we have started another journey. the state of orissa is larger than france and is on the east side of india, south of calcutta. bhubaneswar, the capitol, was our jump off point into the middle of nowhere, india.
this trip has been extremely rural so far and the internet is a hot commodity, much sought after and rare, like ice in a gabriel garcia marquez novel.
the trip is definitely not what i expected to find in inda, there is nothing touristy about orissa and i have yet to see another westerner, which, considering the mu mu s they usually wear, is quite delightful.
the hours spent in our indian made SUV are bountiful, as we drive from one rural village to another. the distances themselves might not bee too huge, but the roads are in such disrepair, that we maybe drive at 20 km/hr. i discovered yesterday that our jeep has a dvd player and tv screen, so i am knee deep in bollywood dance actions as we roll through the countryside, base pounding, booties shaking, monkeys jumping!
this morning, we went to a tribal market, which was a first for me. pretty amazing and interesting and lots of strange looking folk who were not that happy to have their picture taken and carry little mini knives to ward you off. (their menacing, national geographic eyes just scream "i stick it in you, i stick it in you!!") i would usually just wait for foto loco to cause a disturbance and then just photograph the fallout. good times!
ok- more stories soon, hope all of you are well
a
this trip has been extremely rural so far and the internet is a hot commodity, much sought after and rare, like ice in a gabriel garcia marquez novel.
the trip is definitely not what i expected to find in inda, there is nothing touristy about orissa and i have yet to see another westerner, which, considering the mu mu s they usually wear, is quite delightful.
the hours spent in our indian made SUV are bountiful, as we drive from one rural village to another. the distances themselves might not bee too huge, but the roads are in such disrepair, that we maybe drive at 20 km/hr. i discovered yesterday that our jeep has a dvd player and tv screen, so i am knee deep in bollywood dance actions as we roll through the countryside, base pounding, booties shaking, monkeys jumping!
this morning, we went to a tribal market, which was a first for me. pretty amazing and interesting and lots of strange looking folk who were not that happy to have their picture taken and carry little mini knives to ward you off. (their menacing, national geographic eyes just scream "i stick it in you, i stick it in you!!") i would usually just wait for foto loco to cause a disturbance and then just photograph the fallout. good times!
ok- more stories soon, hope all of you are well
a
posted by dirty cookie at 10:27 PM
1 Comments:
I think it's spelled Bhubaneswar. Go to the sun temple at Konark if you can!
- rashmi
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