Aloha from Aurangabad!!

Hey everybody, hey Dr. Nick.

I am about to head to Mumbai (Formerly Bombay) to complete my sojurn of india, but before I do that, some quick words about Aurangabad, and other stops since my last post. (All items will be given more detailed posts with hiliarious story of wacky forgeiners and pictures when I return, keep in mind its not us who are forgieners it everyone else, those crazy indians.) Well Delhi the second time wasn't much better but there is gaggle of pretty, snotty ladies, and shady rickshaw drivers using the name of god to swindle you. Its said to be cosmopolitian. The only time this rings true is everyone is willing to cheat you no matter for how little. The hotel was amazing, with fabulous restuarnts and funky night club (though instead of the pretty people of Delhi its was mostly forgieners like us.)

Then after a delay, common of practice of india, I arrived 4 hours later to my next destination of Aurangabad the ratty town bulit next to old dirt caves. The flight was reminscient of Disney World, not because they were playing 'A small world after-all' but rather it was most fileld with camera weilding asian tourists from taiwan and japan. On this particular flight one of these photographic big game hunters wasn't ready for the adventures that awaited and she passed out on the flight to the shuggrin of even the most stalwart bhuddist monks aboard. As the cabin crew tried to assist, an elderly Indian (Unkle) helped matters by be-rating a poor young flight attendent on how this is such bullshit and how useless they are, she promptly explained to him to go fuck himself or offered a bottle water, whichever she seemed to placate him and put him to ease. After some craziness we landed.

The next day I travelled to world heritage site Ellora Caverns and then several smaller sights. Of all the things I saw so far in India these caves are the most spectacular item, not only for their scope but also the fact there were no pimps, minimal hustlers, and actual peace of mind as I viewed this anicient places of worship.

The wildlife though was outrageous, crazy fruit bats everywhere, and possible chupacabra sighting, though only my buddy Miguel the driver (real name Ganesha) can verify for sure. OK well I will write more later.

Sincerely,
Sachi

Jamming in Jaipur

Hey fans of teh world wide sachi, currently i'm scouring the streets of jaipur for that one elusive thing a well travelled man wants, a tour guide who won't drag you to a friend shop for commison, and not to get hasseled with cheap fake silver tea sets and saree's seriously hanging with 5 dudes why would any of them need saree's? Do these shop owners think or like that small world after all ride, they are just pre programmed with a routine. To be hoenst much of this comical, as I rolled around jaipur with a 70yr old italian who we will call Gesspie, two college students from japan that we will call Yoshi and Yoshi 2, and a continental indian named Sanjay (pictures will be up shortly) We were dragged to handloom shops to purchases sarees, carpets, and bed sheets as part of our tour of Jaipur, seriously 5 men need this items? I mean I'm happy just not getting bit by a roach, I have no need of a sari though damn I look good in one if had to wear it. Just something for thought, also more stories of the true pimps and hustlers of the world, the agra tour guides. Have fun you all, 91 degrees today.

Some quick Highlights Of Desai goes to India

Three moments of Goa at its grandest, why I came unlike the european, hindustan, and israeli raving tourist I came to just let my mind wonder of how I can live life running a beach shack and afford air conditioning. More to come when I return.





A british tourist after a serious trance bender in Vargator. Thank god for the beach or this seriously would look like one ugly vacation. I know MB is disappointed not to be seduced by his stunning accent but alas not everywhere is dock on the canal of love (lust), but who am I to judge o yeah its my freaking blog so deal with it suckers.







Playing god with my camera in goa and crushing some poor bastards head in tribute to Kids in the Hall and their canadian heritage.














The famed Goan sunset, as fishermen get there final catch of the day to feed my bastard of a stomach when the sun is down. Not bad ah in hte middle of feburary as it snows almost 2 ft back home. Watch you think of India now Big B?

Step 1 newark step 2

Step 1 newark step 2 Paris step 3 bombay step 4 goa and me on a beach with a mai tai

Bowel factor begins see u

Bowel factor begins see u in 3 weeks