
It's impossible to go hungry or thirsty in India, as long as you have money I guess. Even on trains, at every stop people will come on selling tidbits, full meals, water, chai, whatever.
Travelling on trains is also a great way to meet people. People are curious about what you do at home, why you're here, are you married, etc... and will happily share bits of their lives.
I met an Interpol agent with some bullet wounds, a guy who invited me to stay with his family in Tamil Nadu, and another guy that shared with me the details of his arranged marriage.
Now read on...
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Speaking of weddings...remember there are two young Australian girls counting on you to provide an opportunity for them to don saris and attend a big Indian wedding...
Well, as described in the next post, if they want a real Indian wedding they should ask my mum to find a nice Hobart girl for me.
How about if your cousin finds you a nicer Sydney girl...?
Well, that is a hometown girl I guess. Sure, just tell her I'll be an indefinite period of time away, ok? And bill her dad for the wedding.
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