HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MUTI !
All the guys were out in force today. I think it took double the amount of time to get anywhere. "Would you like some chai with me?"..."You look like Shakira"..."You Swedish"..."Why do girls say no when they mean yes"..."Why are English people always in a rush"..."don't you want to learn about our culture and not just look at the buildings"... I could go on.
My favourite was a guy who started talking us."Your very pretty"..."thanx" I said (convinsing my self that he really meant it and didnt just say that to every girl he sees.) We walked a little bit more. "You have nice boobs"...Interesting...i'm going to admit i'm not used to some one being quite that forward. I just stared at him with what i imagine was a very confused and 'what's wrong with you' look. To which he replied in a slightly nervous voice "umm if thats alright"...my look just got more confused and intense. If thats alright !? he slowed down walking, I obviously was not giving him the response he was looking for.
The hawa mahal wasn't as good as i wanted it to be and people seemed more interested in taking a photo of me and giselle than the actual building anyway. We sat down in the shade drinking some nice cold water. YUM. Opposite us was a young guy sat by himself, looking hot and stressed, I had seen him earlier trying to tackle a bunch of rickshaw drivers. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Me and Gis turned to each other, yep "He's been in India too long".
The City Palace was exciting and alot of it was in the shade YES! But it was ruined when we left to walk home and a rickshaw man wouldnt leave us alone. Giselle was far nice to him than i felt like being. He found it funny.
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