I joined the grope-age club...

As you all can see, its rather difficult for me to keep up with frequent blogging due to the shady poor signal wifi and the lack of free time in our overwhelming schedule.

So super brief recap of the last few days before I cut to the chase. This weekend we went up to Agra to see the MAGNIFICENT Taj Mahal- which really ended up being an experience of feeling lik a celebrity since we were CONSTANTLY photographed- like literally at any given moment you can count on having at least forty camera phones subtly and not so subtly aimed at you. I even had a group of army or police or something officers with red feathered hats ask to take photos with me- no clue why I was so interesting- my hair was covered in a scarf, I’m SORT of brown- well really brown by my standards thanks to the blazing sun thats been beating down on us each day. I don’t know…coulda been the addition of the ginormous sunglasses which gave me a little couture allure…je ne sais quoi.

Apres Agra- we headed to Fatehpur Sikri and stayed at the SKETCHIEST, GROSSEST hotel EVER! Firstly, the power went out constantly and since we weer literally in the middle of nowhere, it was pure creepy darkness…secondly, there were bedbugs and roaches e’rrrrrrrrywhere…so as a result the night at the GULISTAN TOURIST COMPLEX was the worst and scariest sleep of my life…I basically slept in a fetal position under the warmth of my ripped linen pants (thanks to not SO FAB India (fabindia is an expensive retailer here)) to avoid the stares of bedbugs and whatever creatures were wandering on the stained horror hotel carpets.   I mean this place was so awful that the Rough Guide described it as morbid, which it was…ughhhhh…gotta say getting out of there was a moment of pride.

After Fatehpur Sikri, we spent the day in Vrindavan, a religious town- the birthplace of Krishna where everyone will greet/thank you with the words, “Hare Krishna.” Lunch was a delicious veg experience at an ashram…one of those “Om” truly Indian moments…we ate on plates made of leaves and drank from clay jugs filled with luscious banana lassi…mmmmm…and yes I trei\ied to ignore the plethora of ants and flies teeming aruond…and of course to watch my sunglasses as to not get them snatched by one of the dozens of monkeys that jumped the roofs of Vrindavan.

So so so now down to the business of le title. Yesterday, our field trip was to…OLD DELHI…we started off at the magnificent Jama Masjid, then we headed to Chandni Chowk which is the most amazingly overwhelming market EVER- people crowd like sardines in its narrow alleys full of shops selling anything and everything you can possibly imagine while bare wires hang above freely. S o So whilst trudging through a chockfull alley, there was some group separation so Toni and I stuck together with Sunil- our historian/leader right in front of me…now mind you, I waas dressed in a conservative Salwar Kameez (Long kurta top with pants, and I had my hair/nose/mouth covered in a dupatta in an attempt to avoid the already millions of stares and gapes I was receiving- probably for not just being a woman but soliciting confusion from those around me as to why me, a woman in conservative Indian attire was standing/talking with a tall white blonde boy in Western dress. At one point I felt a hand to my crotch but since there were SO MANY people around it was impossible to find the perpetrator or tell if it was an accidental touch or one on purpose. Less than a minute later I felt the sharpest pinch on the ass from under my kurta and in the shock of it turned around to see the piece of shit bastard who had dared lay his filthy hands on me…and luckily Toni saw who it was too- my immediate reaction was to scream, “Hath mat lagao!” which is Hindi for don’t touch me, but the bastard just looked on nonchalantly so I knocked on Sunil’s backpack to say, “Sunil, that man groped me.” And wow oh wow, Sunil turned around and started punching, slapping, cursing and beating the shit out of that bastard into the shop which drew quite a crowd…lets just say that that fucktard was at the point of tears after Sunil got a hold of him- that should teach that son of a bitch NEVER to disrespect a female in that sense again- though it sucks that that had to happen, I was not about to ignore it or let him get away with it since that just sends the message that we’re passive and they can get away with it and continue to harass women that way.

So so so, din din in delhi was at Karim’s- one of the best restaurants in Asia…which had FOODGASMIC chicken tikka…like OHMYGOD! It was nice because somehow someway we ran into my friend Manik over there who me and some others had met the night before for some mocktails at Cafe Oz…and I mean what are the chances of running into someone you know in Delhi…like this city has thirteen million peeps in it!

Alrighty…I’m going to go get ready for the day- we’re venturing back into Old Delhi and possibly going clubbing tonight at F-Bar (super fancy Bollywood star favourite club) for Greg’s birthday.

Much love