Steve and I are not so shanti in Bikaner.
We've been dropped off by our guide in the centre and I have to call my dad on the phone that obviously doesn't work, we have to check our internet banking but we have no wi-fi at the hotel and I don't want to use one of the internet centres in the city just in case there's no safe connection.
On top of that our bathroom at the hotel is full of giants ants and there's no toilet paper and it's way away from the centre so we will have to take tuk tuk back and we're not sure they will understand the name of the hotel (which to be honest we don't even remember that well).
Anyway we manage to do everything we wanted to do, we also manage to find a restaurant our guidebook praised and we had a nice meal for less than 4 dollars.
But as soon as we get back to the hotel I get sick, I don't know if it's been the food or the fact that I had a couple of coke bottles or the insecticide that they sprayed in the bathroom to get rid of the ants.
Fact is I'm on our bed looking miserable and Steve tries to cheer me up by switching on the tv.
Bollywood becomes very soon my favourite movie industry!
We switch from channel to channel of comedies, dramas, thrillers and even a horror series, without really understanding what's going on but being mesmerised by what we're seeing.
There's always at least 4 or 5 characters in a room with bland decoration, but the women are always richly dressed in gorgeous sarees and jewels. There's not much acting, especially in dramas, but whole scenes go by with a very intense exchange of stares, gazes, big big dark eyes that communicate every sort of emotions, from fear to anger to delusion, to abandonment to hope.
The horror one has a vampire in it, of course, vampires being so fancy lately, but it's like "Angel" meets "Saw" meets Michael Jackson's "Thriller", cause the actors always manage to insert one dance move or two, a shoulder swing or a hip sweep.
Since we don't speak hindi Steve starts dubbing the drama we're watching pretending it's a comedy about a family dinner where the father wants to play Twister but since he cannot find it he blames the mother who's always cleaning and tidying up.
The father is so upset by this that he walks out of the room causing all the members of the family to look at each other with consternation.
The mother then decides to take action and calls a servant and asks him to go buy another Twister.
The son and the daughter then try to go talk to the father and convince him to make peace with the mother by looking at him and playing with their eyes.
The father refuses to go back and claims he likes Twister very much.
It's so funny to watch it this way that we end up in tears!
We then switch to music channels where I try and learn some of the glamorous moves putting my hands in the air and pretending I'm pushing up a very heavy box, but somehow I don't exactly look like the dancers on tv...
We call it a night since we're both tired and tomorrow we're driving to Jaisalmer and it will be a very long day.
We've been dropped off by our guide in the centre and I have to call my dad on the phone that obviously doesn't work, we have to check our internet banking but we have no wi-fi at the hotel and I don't want to use one of the internet centres in the city just in case there's no safe connection.
On top of that our bathroom at the hotel is full of giants ants and there's no toilet paper and it's way away from the centre so we will have to take tuk tuk back and we're not sure they will understand the name of the hotel (which to be honest we don't even remember that well).
Anyway we manage to do everything we wanted to do, we also manage to find a restaurant our guidebook praised and we had a nice meal for less than 4 dollars.
But as soon as we get back to the hotel I get sick, I don't know if it's been the food or the fact that I had a couple of coke bottles or the insecticide that they sprayed in the bathroom to get rid of the ants.
Fact is I'm on our bed looking miserable and Steve tries to cheer me up by switching on the tv.
Bollywood becomes very soon my favourite movie industry!
We switch from channel to channel of comedies, dramas, thrillers and even a horror series, without really understanding what's going on but being mesmerised by what we're seeing.
There's always at least 4 or 5 characters in a room with bland decoration, but the women are always richly dressed in gorgeous sarees and jewels. There's not much acting, especially in dramas, but whole scenes go by with a very intense exchange of stares, gazes, big big dark eyes that communicate every sort of emotions, from fear to anger to delusion, to abandonment to hope.
The horror one has a vampire in it, of course, vampires being so fancy lately, but it's like "Angel" meets "Saw" meets Michael Jackson's "Thriller", cause the actors always manage to insert one dance move or two, a shoulder swing or a hip sweep.
Since we don't speak hindi Steve starts dubbing the drama we're watching pretending it's a comedy about a family dinner where the father wants to play Twister but since he cannot find it he blames the mother who's always cleaning and tidying up.
The father is so upset by this that he walks out of the room causing all the members of the family to look at each other with consternation.
The mother then decides to take action and calls a servant and asks him to go buy another Twister.
The son and the daughter then try to go talk to the father and convince him to make peace with the mother by looking at him and playing with their eyes.
The father refuses to go back and claims he likes Twister very much.
It's so funny to watch it this way that we end up in tears!
We then switch to music channels where I try and learn some of the glamorous moves putting my hands in the air and pretending I'm pushing up a very heavy box, but somehow I don't exactly look like the dancers on tv...
We call it a night since we're both tired and tomorrow we're driving to Jaisalmer and it will be a very long day.
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