Just wanted to test people’s geography skills. I’ll vote first :)… Yeah, I had no frickin clue where this place was
kev374
June 23, 2008 @
7:35 PM
I knew where it was because I I knew where it was because I am Indian so perhaps that is cheating 🙂 But I probably would’ve known it even if I wasn’t since I’m a travel buf and consider my knowledge of Geography much higher than average.
If you really want to test your skills go to TripAdvisor, they have a travel game which is real fun!
temeculaguy
June 23, 2008 @
10:31 PM
Probably one of the few Probably one of the few places not on my bucket list. Watch any episode of The Amazing Race where they go to India and get on a train, I laugh my butt off every time, in fact I’m laughing now. The women scream every time they go into a tunnel and everyone grabs their ass, sometimes they cry from being touched and from the smell, sometimes the men get their asses grabbed on accident because they are standing too close to the women. I don’t know why that makes me laugh myself into convulsions every time. It’s like watching a horror movie where you yell at the actors to not go into the haunted house, I yell at the T.V., tears of laughter already welling up in my eyes and yell “have you never watched the show, don’t get on the train.” I thought of applying for that show just so that when we were about to board a train in India, I would reach into my backpack, take out a an athletic supporter, a cup and a padded hockey girdle, hand it to my female companion and tell her to trust me and put this on. Then grab the same gear for myself, look into the camera and say “now I’m ready.” I’d win an emmy. I tivo’d that show for years and only watched the India episodes. When they come out of the tunnel, all the guys are standing there with their hands at their sides and a “it wasn’t me” look on their faces, it’s priceless.
I’m sure it’s a great place and that behavior is something the show exploits and exaggerates but it still cracks me up.
TemekuT
June 27, 2008 @
12:33 AM
Very funny temeculaguy, but Very funny temeculaguy, but like everything in life, there are levels of train travel. 3rd class is where you buy the drugged tea from the guy at the station and are robbed, then give birth and spill the baby onto the tracks, and then are goosed and groped.
2nd class is where you buy the drugged tea from the guy at the station and are robbed, and then are goosed or groped.
1st class is where you buy the drugged tea from the guy at the station and dump it out, then politely goose or grope someone.
The ladies’ car is where you bring your own tea and talk about your kids, while patting another lady’s arm.
My daughter says the smell is in all cars. Deodorant is is a luxury in 3rd and 2nd class and not generally used in 1st class and lady cars.
TemekuT
June 27, 2008 @
12:36 AM
Ha-ha FLU and temeculaguy. I Ha-ha FLU and temeculaguy. I know about this place because my daughter, while in her “fascination with all things Indian” phase a few years ago, spent 3 months traveling through India solo. The first month was spent in Kerala in a small village where she lived at a school that a French woman ran. It was a place for foreigners to immerse themselves in traditional Indian culture and learn beginning Hindi and tabla drumming and dance. She was told that when she reached Kerala there would be appropriate clothing (salwaar kameez) for her to wear and that she must not travel solo. She caused quite a stir just by going to the village post office solo and soon learned that she needed an escort for basic errands. When she and another girl went for to a big festival for the weekend in Cochin, they were ogled and groping was attempted.
She learned to travel by train first class only in the womens’ car only, and to never purchase any food or water on the way, but to bring her own provisions. She also had a special chain padlock to secure her luggage to her seat. She was quite safe physically the entire 3 months and not threatened or harmed except for the stares and comments. I guess the assumption is that a single female is a “loose” woman. She also feels she was assumed to be Parsi due to her lighter skin and darker hair and that helped keep her safe.
I actually went to meet her and vacation in Delhi and had a great time. Of course, instead of staying in the dive hotels she could afford, on Mom’s dime she stayed in the Hotel Imperial and was driven to the Taj Mahal in a private Land Rover.
Our last evening there we wanted to go to a famous restaurant in the Muslim area. The desk clerks are told us we shouldn’t consider that unless we were covered completely (burka anyone?) and had male escorts, or we could risk insult and possibly injury.
I told her next vacation we should just go to Europe or somewhere tropical!
June 23, 2008 @ 6:39 AM
In the spirit of this spam
In the spirit of this spam poster
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Just wanted to test people’s geography skills. I’ll vote first :)… Yeah, I had no frickin clue where this place was
June 23, 2008 @ 7:35 PM
I knew where it was because I
I knew where it was because I am Indian so perhaps that is cheating 🙂 But I probably would’ve known it even if I wasn’t since I’m a travel buf and consider my knowledge of Geography much higher than average.
If you really want to test your skills go to TripAdvisor, they have a travel game which is real fun!
June 23, 2008 @ 10:31 PM
Probably one of the few
Probably one of the few places not on my bucket list. Watch any episode of The Amazing Race where they go to India and get on a train, I laugh my butt off every time, in fact I’m laughing now. The women scream every time they go into a tunnel and everyone grabs their ass, sometimes they cry from being touched and from the smell, sometimes the men get their asses grabbed on accident because they are standing too close to the women. I don’t know why that makes me laugh myself into convulsions every time. It’s like watching a horror movie where you yell at the actors to not go into the haunted house, I yell at the T.V., tears of laughter already welling up in my eyes and yell “have you never watched the show, don’t get on the train.” I thought of applying for that show just so that when we were about to board a train in India, I would reach into my backpack, take out a an athletic supporter, a cup and a padded hockey girdle, hand it to my female companion and tell her to trust me and put this on. Then grab the same gear for myself, look into the camera and say “now I’m ready.” I’d win an emmy. I tivo’d that show for years and only watched the India episodes. When they come out of the tunnel, all the guys are standing there with their hands at their sides and a “it wasn’t me” look on their faces, it’s priceless.
I’m sure it’s a great place and that behavior is something the show exploits and exaggerates but it still cracks me up.
June 27, 2008 @ 12:33 AM
Very funny temeculaguy, but
Very funny temeculaguy, but like everything in life, there are levels of train travel. 3rd class is where you buy the drugged tea from the guy at the station and are robbed, then give birth and spill the baby onto the tracks, and then are goosed and groped.
2nd class is where you buy the drugged tea from the guy at the station and are robbed, and then are goosed or groped.
1st class is where you buy the drugged tea from the guy at the station and dump it out, then politely goose or grope someone.
The ladies’ car is where you bring your own tea and talk about your kids, while patting another lady’s arm.
My daughter says the smell is in all cars. Deodorant is is a luxury in 3rd and 2nd class and not generally used in 1st class and lady cars.
June 27, 2008 @ 12:36 AM
Ha-ha FLU and temeculaguy. I
Ha-ha FLU and temeculaguy. I know about this place because my daughter, while in her “fascination with all things Indian” phase a few years ago, spent 3 months traveling through India solo. The first month was spent in Kerala in a small village where she lived at a school that a French woman ran. It was a place for foreigners to immerse themselves in traditional Indian culture and learn beginning Hindi and tabla drumming and dance. She was told that when she reached Kerala there would be appropriate clothing (salwaar kameez) for her to wear and that she must not travel solo. She caused quite a stir just by going to the village post office solo and soon learned that she needed an escort for basic errands. When she and another girl went for to a big festival for the weekend in Cochin, they were ogled and groping was attempted.
She learned to travel by train first class only in the womens’ car only, and to never purchase any food or water on the way, but to bring her own provisions. She also had a special chain padlock to secure her luggage to her seat. She was quite safe physically the entire 3 months and not threatened or harmed except for the stares and comments. I guess the assumption is that a single female is a “loose” woman. She also feels she was assumed to be Parsi due to her lighter skin and darker hair and that helped keep her safe.
I actually went to meet her and vacation in Delhi and had a great time. Of course, instead of staying in the dive hotels she could afford, on Mom’s dime she stayed in the Hotel Imperial and was driven to the Taj Mahal in a private Land Rover.
Our last evening there we wanted to go to a famous restaurant in the Muslim area. The desk clerks are told us we shouldn’t consider that unless we were covered completely (burka anyone?) and had male escorts, or we could risk insult and possibly injury.
I told her next vacation we should just go to Europe or somewhere tropical!
Here’s the website for the school she attended:
http://www.vijnanakalavedi.org/
And she is in this photo, 3rd from the right, wearing the dark blue with black, silver banded sari:
http://www.vijnanakalavedi.org/guest.htm