(The final section of a letter I wrote in September of 2005. Thanks for taking this trip down memory lane with me - Rusty) It took forever but we eventually made it to the other terminal, I eventually got through the right security checkpoints and security processes in the right order (eventually) and eventually I … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 4
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Alexis’s first pizza dream part 3
(Still that letter from 2005 🙂 Half way through.) I look out the window. That is NOT Srinagar. Nope definitely NOT Srinagar. In fact it looks strangely like Delhi. I tap the man on the shoulder in front of me. "Excuse me ... did I overhear you say that you were going to Srinagar?" He … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 3
Alexis’s first pizza dream part 2
(Reminder that this is adapted from a letter I wrote home over a decade ago. Still worth reading I think 🙂 ) TODAY I get up at 4, share a Taxi to the airport with a german I just met from my hotel, am one of the first people in line and then am ushered … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 2
Alexis’s first pizza dream part 1
(This post is slightly adapted from a letter I wrote to some friends and family in September of 2005 - while we were still living in India and I was still pretty new to world travel and significantly more naive. I'm still encouraged by the overall event, though my perspective at the time does make … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 1
How is that Boy Still Alive? #5
I settled into my seat mere minutes before we were asked to buckle up and enjoy the flight. The whole thing reminded me of a letter I had written to my sister my first week of university. A country boy at heart, I detailed how I had gotten totally lost walking around in the 'big … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #5
How is that Boy Still Alive? #4
Finally, I was talking to a manger. He came over, looked at my boarding pass and then handed it back pointing at the date. Sunday, December 12th. Desperately hoping I was wrong, I flipped my wrist to see my watch. Monday, December 13th. I had missed my plane. --- December 12th minutes after "Russell … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #4
How is that Boy Still Alive? #3
The clerk told me the closest book shop was two blocks away in the Orchid hotel. Walking there, I dodged the requisite wandering livestock, scooters, and auto-rickshaws apparently attempting to bowl me over, recalling that a friend had warned me that foreigners were worth more points. I'm pretty sure he just said that to make … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #3
How is that Boy Still Alive? #2
'0.1 kg.' The attendant and I looked at my bulging baggage and then back at the flashing readout. “To be completely honest I had sort of expected it to weigh a bit more then that...” The attendant grinned and started dragging it to the conveyor belt. “I'm sure ... <hurf> ... that it's ... <koff> … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #2
How is that Boy Still Alive? #1
Straining at the zipper on my suitcase, I finally gave up, opened it back up and took another two dozen flyers out of it and tried again. I was returning from my first trip to India, a trip that had opened my eyes to a world that I never really new existed before. I had … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #1