A comedic portrait of a trashy cabaret with three travelling panties meeting a snake and its dream.2/8/2013 On the 8th day of the second month of the new year 2013 and 2 days away from the Chinese new year (not going to count the number of days for the new Mayan calendar)…. I finally start feeling the mood to put thoughts and memories of the past year into words and update my blog. I have written my first entry for this year many times in my head. Unfortunately our technology is not advanced enough for me to record my thoughts, theories and emotions onto a wav file and download them onto the web. Yet I’m sure there will be powerful enough programs to search the web and profile me. Tell you who I am, my personality, my fears, my ambitions, strengths and ambitions, etc but anyway... I am digressing as usual (have been watching Caprica)... What have I been up to since my last entry and what has the year of the Snake install for me? Just like most of us I have had a dream for many years. I have made efforts to reach it, but had no rush to reach it and I still haven’t. The plan had years in it. I should have been quite close to completing it by now, but the truth is I think it’s only starting. I guess what follows was an attempt at facing my failure and simply doing what I planned to do with a difference: Let’s put on a tiny commercial cap and get the ball rolling. It resulted in a comedic portrait of a trashy cabaret with three travelling panties meeting a snake and its dream. Let us start with the comedic portrait and please bear with me. If my conscious is able to replay what my sub did while writing this it will all make sense in the end. Comedic Portrait and the Trash Cabaret I approached a friend who has a comedy club if I could take his portrait. The idea is to let me just take a snap shot whenever I felt his surroundings created a frame that looked just right. He agreed, we would just see what comes out of these spontaneous shots and we would both use the pics for our portfolios. All this started months ago. He has perhaps seen one decent pic since. Time passed and the dream was present again. The trash cabaret was the scene. I finally was going to be able to print page 6 after at least 5 years. I arrived and as I walk down a dark alley, an elfish dressed woman approaches me with a smile, shakes a bucket full of something and asks: “Ecstasy?” (I later discovered that they were jelly beans and I could have accepted them without stupidly thinking they were real.) As I walk into the metal workshop with machines familiar from back in my design and production days there is a bride hanging from the ceiling playing an accordion... Let’s say the night unfolded into a circus-dream that has travelled the stages of many worlds. It is no surprise that my rope man had no energy left for taking the pictures after their show. “Let's re-schedule, there is another place where we can do this” he said. We still have not gotten to it... But, I cannot wait to see their performance tonight.
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the garden (for sale)11/11/2012 On this Sunday I finally update my see page with a few more photographs. Right now I would rather be outside somewhere, but I have to do this since I put myself in a window. No, not the type in the red-light district, but in Lower Main road Observatory... Why? Who knows? I have a job that I am going to tomorrow and at the end of the month I will be paid my salary....It’s because I enjoy my art. I enjoy sharing my photographs, my music and I enjoy blogging. It’s my little outlet and (guess to be silly) I could also say my little garden to escape to. I like it when my number of hits go up. Funny even if they didn’t I would still be doing this. We as humans can find reasons to make us happy! And this is mine.
This reminds me of an experiment on happiness. Two groups of students were taken through a photographic course, learned to print their own work in a dark room and at the end they could only choose their best 2 prints that would then be printed on a big scale and framed. The one print the academy would keep for records and the other they could take home. The first group was told they have time to change their mind about the choice they made; the second group had to choose there and then and were not able to come back and decide on the other photo. After some time their happiness was tested. The group that had a choice were not as happy with the print as the group that had no choice. Why...second guessing themselves. The group that was happiest obviously in our human nature told themselves...."Nah the pic I didn't choose sucked!" That’s just the way we are. Its apparently because we as humans have the ability to predict a future outcome or wonder about it...Not sure how scientists decided that animals cannot do that either (would love to meet the person that can speak dog or cat to ask and test them) Anyway, we can and do this all the time and make this work in our benefit or not. Not, is what most of us do... I see many outcomes from putting myself in a window and obviously hope, but it doesn’t matter. I have had to walk past it twice today on my way home and you know what ...I smiled :) And it was worth it! ....I printed them for my own place. While I had to wait for my new home to be finished I asked if I could hang them up there since they were just collecting dust...I was put on a waiting list, have already moved in, but there they are hanging in the window anyway. So updating this blog entry just to let anyone, that jotted down my web address from the street , know.... I took these photographs standing in one spot. Three shots with my old Zenith E just after then rain... Its called “the garden” and not the garden of Eden where all evil started but my own little vice where I get to go and play. So the garden is for sale and if not interested in buying hope you still tag along and come and play along with me on my journey through life as a I blog along the way. (for any other info: contact me through my contact page) Till soon ...c A Comfort Move10/4/2012 So when I started writing this I was going to put this on my hear page. I was just going to put a description and post a YouTube link to a half a track of music.... In Movember (the month dedicated to men’s health) I am going to move to a new place. Still in the neighbourhood, just a little further down in my “little village”. It’s a lot smaller then what I am use to at the moment. I still need to go and take measurements to see what will fit and what I need to get rid of and downsize. I am looking forward to it though, because it will be my own space. It is just my lady that needs to fit in somehow. Just cannot see myself getting rid of her, my dear out of tune piano! My current neighbours have become use to my private little sessions they hear through the windows and walls. It has become comforting to know that they do not mind my experiments on the ivory. Loved it and surprised the other day when from across the road I was told: “We really enjoy your late night practice sessions.” There is something I cannot describe when a new piece starts to develop. Some have taken years to complete, others minutes. It usually starts after one of those life’s high moments. (No not the green stuff. ) And my highs can be very low sometimes because those are the moments easier to realise that I am alive! We do tend to spot the bad so much easier than the beauty don’t we? But either way good or bad, those are the moments I sit down in front of my piano and she lets me go. So playing time will be restricted when I move. And it will take time to learn to experiment and be comfortable with the ears outside perhaps judging. Glad to already know that one set of ears there I will be fine with. So this got posted on the feel page? Comfort zones! As humans we are so scared of breaking them. I started blogging just over a year ago. At first the thought of strangers being able to see and read what I add to the world wide web was a bit daunting. But now I laugh at the silly people that add sweet comments to my comments fields with a hidden pornographic links to get me to their site. Thanks to Weebly.com that is spotted quite quickly and easily when I log into my management site. Anyway we all lose (and gain) our comfort zone at some point: there are wars, there is death, changes in economy, loss of family members, loss of friends, divorce, break-ups, illness, loss of a loved pet, change or loss of a job, change in weather, getting a tattoo, being pierced, change in sexuality, addictions, loss of religion and believe, etc, etc, etc, etc and ....my move... Below ( thanks to limited memory space on my phone) I have added half a track of my comfort zone that I put my neighbours through last night....and breaking it with a smile! Till soon ...c Milla8/10/2012 So I have been riding my scooter for almost 10 months. I rode out last week just to go sit and watch the waves break on the beach. I realised I had forgotten what it felt like being depended on people for transport or having to use public transport. Same like we have forgotten what it is like not to have a mobile phone. You have to organise so much more. Plan where and when to meet someone. You can’t just inform when you are running late…you just have to be on time. No internet to quickly look up information and why use your head to calculate if your mobile can add it for you, right.
So I have forgotten what it is like to be squashed up in the back of a minibus taxi. Climbing over someone else ‘s groceries and making sure not to break their eggs. Making sure you have change for the Guardtjie ( how on earth do you spell that?) Planning waiting time. Choosing the right train carriage where you can actually sit or late at night thinking about safety in numbers. I take the train to work every now and then just to remind myself of what it is like. Now I see the sky when I look up at the traffic light. I drag my foot over the tar every now and then just to feel it. Smells enter your lid and seem to hang there for a while…some not so great! But I smell when I pass a coffee shop. I know someone in Saltriver likes bullybeef some mornings. Still have not seen the inside of it but I know where there must be a hairdresser, because I smell the shampoo at e certain spot almost every day. I love the goldfish view I have in the rain. I have learned to play with the wind instead of fighting it. I love the kids that flatten their faces against the windows to see as a strange armoured person passing their car…and then the shy little wave and big smile when you react. I love blocking a stream of cars in traffic that won’t let another car in, that is trying to turn into the road . And then wave as I zoot past and leave them behind. Then there are corners...big smile! The point? It’s become standard and a daily routine. Now I want bigger, better and faster...But I have forgotten the freedom I now have and the change its has brought to my life. And that is all that I wanted. We always forget the impact that the little steps we make in our lives can have. It can change one’s world. So if your dreams are big and you are seeking something exciting and new, just take one small step and eventually you will get there without even realising it. I have made another small step...can’t wait to forget about it too! Namaste …c Service please!5/11/2012 On my way home last night I parked my scooter outside this DVD shop to run a few errands. Got greeted by the shop assistant and I went on my way. On my way back he was still standing there smiling. So I walked in and took a look. He told me he has been there since about lunch and has not sold a single DVD. He would really just like to make one sale. Give me any price, he said. You choose and just say how much you want to pay...LOL!! Think if you have read my previous blog entries you will know where this is going. Yes he had an Indian accent. Needles to say we ended talking about my trip through Kerala and his own home town in India. And YES I bought a DVD after haggling a bit ( big smile )....As I got on my wheels he waved and closed-up shop. So what? On the 30th of April (Queens’s day in The Netherlands) I had the day off and went with a good friend of mine on a bike and wine tour here in Stellenbosch. We planned for a 21km adventure ride. Cell phones in freezer bags since the forecast said there WILL BE RAIN. At 07h30 we were on our way to Long Street to our meeting point with our guide. He wasn’t there yet so we went for coffee. Got back and then waited for the other people in the group to arrive. They arrived and we waited some more. Then we left for the station and waited some more. So by about 11h00 we arrive at the bike shed. We do a 2km ride to the first wine estate. There after the tasting we get told: we were going to have lunch at the next estate but there restaurant seems to be closed on Mondays. So now were not sure what to do. Luckily the deli at the current wine estate was open so we had lunch there. At lunch Mr. Guide says: Good thing you are all South Africans, otherwise we would need to do so much more effort to be on time and everything and go through all the tastings and things.” WTF!!! Am I not good enough for proper service! After lunch we set off for the next wine estate. It starts raining and suddenly we find ourselves being guided back to the bike shed. OK we will take you to the other two wine estates by car and that will be it unfortunately due to the rain.....WTF again! Both guides were bad smokers and heaving with red faces after the next 2km ride back. I was wondering if it didn’t rain how on earth they would have been able to take us on the 21km ride. Great fantastic service we as South Africans our proud of. Am sure this doesn’t happen all the time but wow, is this what our beautiful country and its people deserve! I can go on how other things irritated me that day and how I gladly declared my Dutch pride for the Queen, but no point right now. I am proudly South African and believe you as the reader are too! I’ll quote again: “Good thing you are all South Africans, otherwise we would need to do so much more effort to be on time and everything and go through all the tastings and things.” Namaste! ...c ps: Why did I write this? Just to send the link to the company in question and to let you know if you ever want to go on a bike and wine tour, ask me first so I can tell you which one NOT to use! Unfortunately I cannot share more pictures cause I am to decent to embarrass people online. Evolution1/6/2012 I added a picture to my facebook page yesterday and 19 people figured out what it was. Well I assume 19 people did by looking at the nr of hits on this site. For those that saw the picture on my profile and still don’t know, it’s a QR code ( Quick Reference code). A 2-dimensional image that can store information and that can be read by your average smart phone application. Technology… isn’t it incredible?! Let’s not talk about smart phones. They still scare me and yet are one of the useful things we as humans have invented. And yet… our evolution as a species is still so primitive.
I wish I could say that me being born with a kind of sixth finger was my little attempt in evolution and it was me trying to be a better piano player, but alas…just a freak of nature! (no wonder they chopped it off) I believe that we as humans have only made one step forward from where we started. Perhaps only another half a step. One: we let machines do work for us and we have become more advanced and intelligent in how to do that ( became lazy in other words). Guess that started with the wheel or some fool that cut drown a tree on top of a hill. Half(or two): we are not scared anymore to talk about and be open to an unknown energy we use. More and more we see homeopathy as the preferred choice. And then there is Psychiatry. A common practice now. And laws and rules have been made accordingly. (Don’t forget, Higgs boson, I think it is…) In other words” nr 2” in our evolution could be that we as humans have become more open to a “sixth sense”, but alas, still not using it. Anyway, I am digressing and talking to much about nothing and it wasn’t the point of my update. There have been quite a few things that have happened in my life since my last update. Perhaps I’ll share them in due time. But for now, I just wanted to keep my blog alive by adding a 2-dimensional image to it. And who knows… 2012 might just add another dimension to my life. All the best for the new year (…glad I went to Dragon school) and till soon!! …c Ps: if you want to keep a good and happy holiday feeling…DO NOT read the newspapers for a while! Observatory12/14/2011 I wake up on Saturday morning with a hell of a hangover. Am suppose to meet someone for lunch time wine. Gosh I really cannot do this… BUT hey CHARL get your ass out of bed!! Its ObsFest! About 3 weeks ago I decided to “cover” the festival. The reason: I had so much fun writing and sharing my trip to India and then started wondering what next? Where is next fantastic place I will go? I couldn’t wait to pack my bag again, charge my camera batteries, get a visa in order and be off again … Isn’t it funny how we never look at what we have and appreciate what is right there in front of us?! … So I decided to start taking pictures of my neighbourhood. I had a great plan. Covering Observatory the 2-3 weeks until the festival. Taking a look at all the bars and restaurant in the area....I didn’t quite get to do all that...I did take my camera along to some places I frequent but I was slack and lazy and like most silly humans on this planet not really appreciating their immediate surrounding and what they have...and somehow I am good at making up things...so let us say it was a good representation of my little town and its festival. We had a great plan and didn’t quite work as we hoped. But you know what I LOVED it and still do! Friday night I danced and overdid it. Ending up chatting and convincing a mom she can trust me to make sure her daughters will get home safe. She did actually leave and gave me their home address but later changed her mind...I’ m actually quite glad she did. Saturday I ended up with a bottle of wine for breakfast and plotting gate crashing a wedding while a lip piercing was going on. Sunday I got to sit back and also wander the streets while listening and watching the performance of some of SA’s best bands. The streets were too quiet ( not too long ago they were too busy and a fire hazard) people say. Where are the stalls in the street ( which is legally not allowed anymore) they ask. Why do we need to pay? ( let us not mention the elements and murder of last year after opening the gates) I just hope they will still say this is OBS Bru (the only beer I didn’t get to drink this weekend, yes we have our own beer ) !! And we love it! We complain and we see it when things go wrong! We try and change and are never satisfied that it is good enough. Fantastic people. People who care. People who you can really talk to or shout at! I have studied here. I have lived here. I have worked here. I have lost friends here. Lost..uhm uhm something else here J...I have been held at gun point and threatened with my life here. I have loved and lost love here. Here I have been a fool many times. I have laughed more than I have cried here. I have family here. I have lost my eyesight and got it back here. Here I have seen some of the greatest beauty in the world. And here I have found a neighbourhood and a community with its own festival! ...c 1 Rupee11/6/2011 So am finally updating the last stretch and that because I have just missed a train. Wanted to go to the beach, but then missed the train. So I walked about chatted to people at the Holistic Fair. Met a couple that is leaving for India in the next few days and are doing just about the same trip I did but in reverse and starting in Goa. Talking to them got me late for the 2nd train...fate? LOL, no India has not turned me into some strange hippie that goes to holistic fairs and sees a meaning to everything. Like I have said before I did not go there for any particular reason. Yet...it has given me a gift, it gave me something I already had. The next bit I started writing while I was in Mumbai: There is a lot I can share but think the thought of being back in Cape Town in 2 days is more on my mind at the moment. I actually like Bombay! Its has increased my accommodation costs about 3 fold but it is a nice end to my trip through the south west of India. Wish I could spent more time here...didn't think I would be saying that 2 days ago. I was sitting at Goa's primitive airport and dreading Bombay/Mumbai...Already knowing the huge military presence at the airport and what I have seen from cities down south, but it is very different. They have proper streets and pavements here. :) But as I have mentioned before India is everything over the top...The slums we know from Slumdog Millionaire to Colaba where I am staying. The roads were blocked off ( by the military) around the Taj Hotel today...obviously some big shot arriving. Last night as I sat on the roof top restaurant while watching fire works, while the electricity was shut down. I asked the waiter why all the fire works...I dont know, no reason, he said. I guess it was because it was Sunday... All the streets were full. My first hour in Bombay I disappeared at the Gateway to India into a sea of people. I felt safe. I had no fear. I was no one and I didn't feel the need to explain the tourist etc etc etc....I felt at ease and at peace in a crowd of probably close to a thousand. Welcome to Bombay! Back to Goa airport...I was way too early to check in (one is not allowed into the airport if you are not flying somewhere.) Even though the taxi driver that I got at the bus stop from Candolim ( area in Goa ) said he will drive slowly because I was early (and he did ). So one of the military gents with his AK 47 and big natural movember suggested I go and relax in the restaurant for a while. I went there orderd some of their snacky thinks ( usual vegetable deep friend balls in batter etc... and spicy, well not any more ) and couldn't help notice the waiter's expression when he cleared a table where the lady must have only had one bite or two...heartbroken! And that is the reason I will say I have not had what everyone expected me to have...Deli Belly. From here I will need to back track and think where I was heading with that...ah ok Deli Belly... Everywhere I ate there was always an enjoyment the people had in serving you. There were a few times I thought no I am not eating here. Like on the train station in Cochin before I got onto the train to Goa. (Cochin train station: where I was asked for direction in Hindi many times - didn't my backpack give it away?) Thinking back the place was not that dirty. I now realise the people serving you make the difference....Well it did for me all through my trip. I only ate at places I really felt comfortable with the people and do not think the hygiene was the first reason for going into or not going into a place. Do believe if something is made with real care and love for doing it, or as it may be in India a duty of having to serve someone their meal, I can trust it completely.... Well that is obvious right.... It’s always how we perceive things. If I thought it tasted great and it is not possible to make me sick if it is made with "love" , than that is how it would be. The next day I might hate it and get sick because I would not have been as hungry as the day before for instance or some dodgy looking guy that I don’t trust serves me the exact same meal....all in the mind... I read something a day or 2 before leaving Goa. It said something like...we project out our own image or desire and therefore perceive that and make our own reality etc...There are opposites in life so love what is inside and the opposite will come out...My stupid thinking went...Ok I am a "little" scared of entering Mumbai again and now actually staying and going into that chaotic sprawl that I saw from the aeroplane. So I loved the fear and the fear was no more and that was Mumbai... I went on a trip through the city with a taxi and all the guy kept telling me is "all building English building" After about the hundredth time he told me I just had to ask: What type of buildings are these. He just replied " all building English building...I wanted to throttle him. Eventually after about 3 hours through Mumbai he goes: " all building Muslim building, 5 km" and needless to say the record got stuck on that for the next 5km. Anyway I want to add some photos and other stories you will need to hear from me personally. So off I go to the airport....get a little sad I am leaving. Wishing I could stay (damn I didn't even get to the red-light district cause they were still closed - only opens at 23h00...time I had to check in. ) I got back to Johannesburg and the first thought I had was shit it is cold. And then….Man there are so many black and white people here. Where are the...ah there…J thank goodness an Indian man. He is speaking Hindi with his companion, I feel at home again... One question people keep asking me is will you go back? I will and want to, but I am not in a rush to go back there…really no rush! The best way I can describe India is this: I went Elephantine Island while in Mumbai. The caves which are the big attraction there were closed the day I could go. I thought well there are still trips going there. It’s an island lets go..What a waste of time…hiked up this hill through the Knysna forests in that terrible heat and then monkeys trying to steal my coke and getting aggressive about it. Get starving back to the bottom and only find hot hot curry…Anyway ah well, all part of it …on my way back to the dock a family that just arrives on the island ask me if it is worth going...after explaining I can’t speak Hindi...he asked is it almost boring since the caves are closed…I say yes and get on the boat…not long they decide to skip the island trip join me on the boat. Jahdish, the father came to Mumbai for a job interview…unfortunately didn’t get it so took the Nahar family out to enjoy the time while they are there in any case. The +/-6 or 7 year old son starts asking me questions. What my religious dance is?!!! And then if I know a tribe called Sidi?!!! ( huh?) And then about our money? I show him a R2 coin and tell him he can have it. He asked me how much it is worth. I tell him +/- 12Rupees. He then says no thank you. I tell his dad, no he can really have it. His son doesn’t need to give me anything for it. His dad talks to him for a while and comes back to me and says…He doesn’t want it because he doesn’t have 12Rupees to give me…I tell him that that is silly, it’s a gift. The answer was still no. I find 10cents in my bag and tell him that is less than 1Rupee. Will you accept that? The boy (whose name I have forgotten) starts talking to his dad for a while and eventually his dad says. His son has asked him to ask me if I will accept it if he pays me 1Rupee for his son for the 10cents…I said Oh @#$^#^!! please give me that bloody rupee!! India - Give and Take - 1 Rupee! till my next interest to blog... Namaste ...c Not in India10/14/2011 Not sure what to tell you...I am bloody tired...think it’s the heat. Oh ya Edwin bought me coffee and took me shopping...anyway...
Just walked along the beach past 3 towns. Earlier today I went to Vagator beach and yesterday the famous Anjuna...where GOA Trance comes from...I looked at it and turned around...it’s got cows on it. You must be tripping off your head to enjoy that....It’s got nothing to our SA beaches. I stay further south. Much more open and calm. Not as many stalls trying to sell you everything. Think the popularity has gotten to it. Apparently even further south to Palolem "THE" in beach now. But if me as tourist going there aids in turning that into another Anjuna I want nothing to do with it. It would be great for a hectic party, but that one can’t really do when you are here on your own and definitely know we know how to do it better. As I got out of the taxi Julia walks up to me. Starts complimenting, earrings, looks, how white I am for a South African etc as we talked all the way down the stairs to the beach....And then...tries to sell me a pair of pants :). I say no thank you. Eventually NO! And then I end up telling her off for how crap she has just made my holiday in India and how I would tell everyone I know never to go to Vagator beach cause you will just be harnessed by Julia. At least let me go and take a look where the hell I am before you comes with your selfish needs...she let me go...I go wander on three beaches that Vagator consist of. Climb the hill to the Fort wall and head back... and ....Who is sitting there on the steps waiting for me?....Julia: "Now will you give me price for these pants" in her American accent. Didn't quite know whether the strangle her or kiss her...Needles to say I now own a pair of funny pants AND an ill matching shirt. Am staying at Banyan Tree Courtyard...Inacio dropped me there on his motorcycle after my 14 hour train ride from Cochin. A bit expensive for Goa out of season but when I got here and the place I had in mind had closed down, I just wanted a shower, food and a bed. The train ride was very comfy...almost better than my flight ( which was perfect ) On the train you get a full bed size bunk to sleep on. Good since the ride here was longer than my flight from Joburg. You kind of feel content when you wake up as the sun starts rising and the other 6 people sharing your bunk, and you do not understand, are also waking. But so after all that and then the most stupid thing I have done..back of a motorcycle without a helmet for 40 km at about 80km per hour...I just took what I got and am pretty glad I got it. The cleaning guy makes flowers and animals with my fresh towels every morning...lol On my walk along the beach you notice that people are starting to get ready for season...the beach is being cleaned and the numerous beach shacks ( restaurants ) which are now still closed are being renovated...In all, Goa is definitely a place you would have to stay a few months to enjoy ( like Raj is doing...will tell you about him next time ) ...Guess that is the one thing the hippies had right here...stay for at least 6 months at a time...And of course my Nigerian friends are making a killing here at the moment...And they don't hide their business either. I have wondered what the big spiritual and special meaning is that is put to India. There are so many shrines and churches and religions it’s all as confusing as the streets and language. Like asking for chocolate cake and getting a chicken sandwich..what he said sounded like chocolate for sure....The Kama Sutra I figure is cause you are so sweaty they had to invent strange positions to keep the smelly parts away from ones partner. Guess it’s like me or you going to the bar after work, movie nights, boys nights, girls nights out, sports, gym, church, religion etc...we all do this to keep some sort of routine and make things look normal... Here it is needed so much more... Everything is over the top...Chaos!! And the Beauty!!! So don't get me wrong...This place has a sensuality and romance when the sun goes down...The morning you watch eagles and dragon flies outside your door. A cow that just simply stops traffic and tiny frog in your fancy hotel room. You have a 3 course meal, drinks, tip included for under R100..What more do you want?! ... Do miss home though...friends to just simply chat about a day of work...my routine...and think that is what I have lost here and come to find...The best moments I have had here are the ones when you forget you are in India. Ok No.. I didn't come to India for a purpose...It was a holiday and the flights here were cheap..that is the only reason...but you do start battling with the elements at times and are forced to ask yourself lots of questions and think that is what the special spiritual India is all about...and not what you see or experience here...Its what you take from it or what it gives you without costing having to bargain for a price. ( And bargaining end up with funny looking pants...) My holiday is not over yet, but will recommend India as a destination...But be warned...if you are coming to find something it will not be in India. Till soon and looks like pictures will have to wait...seems my card reader has given up. ...c Archives
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