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Mar 23rd, 2009, 06:41 AM
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Relieved! Thanks Marija

But I had hoped he would have got back on that computer before he left!

Roll on September when we meet!
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Mar 23rd, 2009, 07:43 AM
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Tangata--make sure to pack your Blundstone boots for the cruise.
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Mar 23rd, 2009, 06:54 PM
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I had to Google Blundstone. My Grandfather came from Hobart, but I have never been there.

I expect lots of mud and slippery river banks. It will our 5th cruise with Pandaw, so we know what to expect.
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Mar 23rd, 2009, 10:39 PM
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Tangata you'll be right at home with the Dog if your wearing Blundstones. Don't know about tapping in all that mud though.
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Mar 24th, 2009, 06:07 AM
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Oh man, dogster sounds like he got quite a beating. I hope he gets back from the land of no technology soon and is feeling much better!
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Mar 24th, 2009, 10:37 AM
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Dogster, come home!
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Mar 24th, 2009, 10:55 AM
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This is what's left if dogster's on schedule:

Mar 23 - 26.
POSHINA: Darbardadh Poshina
Mar 24/5/6: The Chitra Vichitra Fair

March 27 – 31
Mar 29/30/31 UDAIPUR MEWAR

April 1

Dogster's palace in Udaipur claims internet availability. Poshina gives cooking lessons...
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Mar 24th, 2009, 01:21 PM
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What an intense itinerary he has. Looks like no Bangkok time for him in April
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Mar 27th, 2009, 02:15 AM
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Who was it who said 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...?'

Dog has surfaced in Udaipur.

I'm in no state to write - but I'm alive and back in something resembling civilization. Matter of fact, I'm in no state for anything but sleep - so I'll do that, try and get internet access from Jagat Niwas, [fat chance of that] dry my tears and soldier on. I can't write coherently in an internet cafe. Back tomorrow.

Extreme strangeness.
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Mar 27th, 2009, 04:41 AM
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Welcome back my friend!
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Mar 27th, 2009, 05:31 AM
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And on the thirty-fifth day of tribal festivities Dogster rested. Welcome back, your tribe missed you!
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Mar 27th, 2009, 06:17 AM
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Extreme strangeness for dogster-this will be an interesting story!
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Mar 27th, 2009, 05:56 PM
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Welcome back Doggie dear. Thank god we can now stop eating turnips for a bit. Nywoman is a wonderful cook but there are just so many turnips I can cope with!

Have a good sleep and come back fresh.
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Mar 27th, 2009, 06:19 PM
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I don't think I can fully imagine what you have encountered to bring you to this state of mind. IMO, some things/people/rituals in India are best left alone or flat out avoided.

Sounds like you need some serious sleep and civilization. You poor pooch. We worry about you out there by yourself!
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Mar 27th, 2009, 07:06 PM
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Glad to hear you made it out. Given that India in general can feel like "Extreme strangeness", this must have been some trip! Hope you'll recover soon.
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Mar 28th, 2009, 02:10 AM
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I just don't know where to begin.

Once again I'm stuck in an internet cafe on a crappy 'puter - apparently still in Udaipur - not that you'd know. Staying IN town, rather than OUTTA town, looking IN, Udaipur is rather like everywhere. There are backpackers and temples and stuff, a horde of Jimmy's on motorbikes, in rickshaws, standing in clumps on the street, just waiting for a skinny old fool to wander by.

Gee, I wonder who that might be...

So, this morning was spent zooming around the city with a Jimmy in a rickshaw, having an indifferent Jimmy's best friend Jimmy shave, a Jimmy's best friend massage of such woefulness that I'm not even sure it happened, a Jimmy chat or two, a Jimmy chai or three, a Jimmy sit and a Jimmy stand and finally a Jimmy visit to the other side of the Jimmy lake - that's when I realised I was in Udaipur.

It's a shame the lake only has three inches of water. In a couple of days it'll be dry. Kinda takes the magic outta Udaipur. I had to look at a picture in a tourist book to see what it was like the rest of the time. Looks nice.

But, sitting waiting for the dud Jimmy charas to arrive, I did see The View. That's when I knew I was in Udaipur.
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Mar 28th, 2009, 02:25 AM
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Maybe my brain is just so fried I dunno where I am. It sure ain't fried on Jimmy's fake charas.

So don't listen to a word I say.

I wandered round the streets last night. There is some great stuff to buy. Amazingly, it's all over three hundred years old, genuinly, 100% antique, solid silver and blessed by the hand of Lord Shiva himself. Yup, I'm back in the tourist zone. I ain't gonna get out till I leave. Jimmies Rule.

Yeah, I'll 'do' the palace, I'll 'do' the temples - maybe the Festival will be really, really good tomorrow - or yesterday, depending on who you talk to - but somehow, I get the feeling that, in a city where 90% of revenue comes from tourism, this may just possibly not be the real-deal Dogster tribal experience I'm looking for.

That's O.K.

'Cos, my friends, amidst the blood, sweat and tears, at times during the last three weeks, there have been moments of such extreme India that nothing in the Udaipur tourist zone - and I mean NOTHING - can remotely compare.

So I'll go along for the Jimmy ride, I'll hop on the tourist trail and I won't turn my nose up at anything. I won't sneer, I won't complain, I won't, I won't, I promise you I won't.

I'm doing India the wrong way round, that's all. I shoulda 'done' Rajasthan first. If I had, I'd think this was all fantastic. Wow. I promise you, I would.
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Mar 28th, 2009, 04:37 AM
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You know those frequent electricity black-outs they have in India?

Guess what?

One more long post into oblivion. I had to take a long walk and then an even longer, deeper breath. I took a Dogster Indian shower. This involves squatting naked [don't even conjure up this image - some of you are eating breakfast] and pouring cold water over my head. Even though they do actually have a perfectly functioning hot water shower, complete with terrifying geyser, I've become so accustomed to the Indian style of bathing that I've maintained the habit. It has not only been a long time between drinks - it's been a long time between hot water - and hot food.

The food is cooked, I assume over a fire, placed hot into bowls and served hot - but, by a miracle of sub-continental physics, between that moment and insertion into doggy's mouth, strange forces render it tepid. Just another little mystery of the East.

So now, feed me cold curry and chuck a bucket of water over my head and I'm happy. This is a measure of how far I've regressed.
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Mar 28th, 2009, 04:49 AM
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Yup, I know you want the dirt on tribal warfare, near Doggy death experiences, strange scenes and stranger people, the ex-Maharajas, Maharanas, Begums and Princesses of Gujarat. Trust me, I've met a few. I'm almost faded royalty myself by now.

But I ain't gonna blow those stories. Not here and not just yet. They need processing, unpacking, understanding, reflection... frankly, I hadn't the faintest idea what was actually going on most of the time. Too 100%, too intense, too canine. Realisation, revelation comes slowly - sometimes days, weeks after the events.

Not all of it was life threatening. Mostly just the first five days.

And maybe the last couple... depending on who you believe.
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Mar 28th, 2009, 05:02 AM
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Five nights ago, about ten at night, I was hurtling down a country road to I truly know not where; north, south, east or west of Poshina to a place I'd never heard of, to a tribal mela I knew nothing about.

I thought it was a place called Gerassi - but that was the name of the tribe. Maybe I've got that wrong too. Who cares. My car had become a taxi - or a tank, dunno which. There were five of us heading to oblivion that night.

A deep voice boomed out from the back seat.

'You are a lucky man, sir...'

This was Hari, a huge, strong, friendly brute of a man. He was big. That's how I remembered his name. I was in a Big Hari...

'Look around you,' he said, 'You have a driver,' pointing to mini-Mukesh, peering thinly over the wheel, 'you have a bodyguard,' indicating himself, 'and you have security,' nudging Dinesh, drunkenly giggling beside him.

'Who is the other guy?' I asked, pointing to a tribal shadow wedged into the boot.

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