India
An elaborate parade we stumbled upon on the streets in Calungute. Note the KFC shaped like a temple.
A cow being excluded from group games.
The streets of Goa, where cocktails and dreams are made.
Parking lot at Keri Keri beach.
Neighborhood watering hole.
Goa was a wild mix of bustling commercial streets, relaxing deserted beaches and traditional Indian scenes. It was the perfect place to chill out during our last leg in India.
Scott in line at the fruit shop, picking up breakfast for the next day.
Packed church.
Vagator Beach.
Youth soccer.
Tibetan prayer flags…
… all over.
We stopped in to a store to buy sunscreen and met this little gal who was very intrigued by my camera…
And her sassy older sister, who also wanted a portrait taken.
Sight seeing.
A corner at Natti’s Naturals.
A local entreprenuer.
After 2 weeks of eating hot Indian food for every meal, I was curried-out.
So I was thrilled to find that Goa definitely caters to the vegetarian-eating-yoga-practicing-hippie-crowd and was filled with great restaurants that served smoothies, acai bowls, tofu dishes, buddha bowls and the like.
These were my favorites:
Ma Cafe in Pernem - EXCELLENT vegan food, we went back 3 times for the banh mi and the tacos
Bean Me Up in Vagator Beach - delicious buddha bowls in a beautiful garden setting
Natti’s Naturals in Anjuna - good smoothies, killer patio
Brunch at Bean Me Up.
Lounge lunch at Ma.
After Jaipur, we headed to Goa for the last leg of our trip.
After the luxurious celebration which was the wedding in Mumbai, and the adventurous motorcycle trip through Rajasthan, Goa felt like a tropical work-cation.
We’d wake up early every morning to work from our hotel in Calangute Beach then around 1 PM we’d hop on our bright orange scooter and head north to explore a new area on the coast until the sun set.
The 3rd floor was our spot.
Breakfast roof top nook.
Remote office.
Commuter traffic.
Beach bum cow
There are dozens of beaches all up the coast but my favorites were Vagator, Arambol, Morjim and Querim.
Jaipur is a massive city that seemed to include a bit of everything: colorful regal palaces, glistening modern buildings, lush green parks, smooth efficient highways and meandering alley ways.
In one day, you could feel like you traveled both back and forward in time.
We would visit dusty ancient forts in the morning and then stop in to ultra-futuristic shopping malls like The World Trade Park, in the afternoon.
We navigated the bumpy, hilly city streets to visit Jaigarh Fort and get a birds eye view of massive Jaipur.
The fort was built in 1726 AD and is considered to be the strongest monument in Jaipur.
The forts windows are made of lattices so they allow a complete view of the exteriors, but nothing can be observed from the outside.
We left Pushkar and rode 100 miles northeast to Jaipur, “The Pink City”.
Whenever we stopped for gas, a small crowd always formed around Scott. I don’t think a lot of New Zealanders frequent these gas stations.
Red eyes, full hearts, can’t drink the water.
Pit stop.
Arriving in Jaipur.
Hawa Mahal, built in 1779.
It was built for Rajput women (a social class that adopted the custom of “purdah”, the practice of female seclusion). The women were not allowed to appear in public places but could hang out in the fort be able to watch the royal processions and see what’s going on in the city from the windows and small balconies. It was said to give the women a sense of freedom, without appearing in public.
The city was painted pink in 1876 for the arrival of the Price of Wales, who later became the Emperor of India.
I think it’s actually more of a “terra cotta” but what a welcome.
Pushkar is a pilgrimage site for Hindus and Sikhs (along with being a major destination for the Holi Festival) and is also well known for the Pushkar Camel Fair which brings over 50,000 camels from distant places to be bought and sold.
Bordering the desert, it’s a dusty place and has a holier vibe than anywhere else I visited in India with it’s temples around every corner, ghats for pilgrims to bathe in and the sacred Pushkar Lake glistening beneath the hills.
Monkey meet-up
Scott, blending right in.
Town gossips.
CVS
My favorite moments from Pushkar include:
emerging from the darkness of our hostel room after 12 hours of throwing up to be greeted by hordes of stoned Israeli’s, covered in rainbow paint
hearing a vehicle approaching from behind and turning around to see a giant camel cart being driven by a 7 year old
discussing app development and startup ideas with Kapil and Sunil, 2 young students from Jaipur we shared momos and fried rice with at the local Tibetan Restaurant
realizing an elaborate, multi-person effort to get us to pay to put flowers in Pushkar Lake was pretty much just a well organized sales funnel
thinking that this dusty little town was cited in the Mahabharata (a 2000 year old text that I read in Asian Studies class in high school) as the oldest religious hub in India… and here I was rolling through it’s purple stained alleyways on the back of a motorcycle in 2018.
170 miles later, we rolled up in Pushkar — just in time for Holi.
But then, a few hours later, Scott and I both fell deathly ill.
Like, yacking in an alley way… can’t eat for 24 hours kind of sick.
It hit me first and then Scott soon after. I think some “bottled” water we bought on the road was the culprit. It was rough.
So unfortunately, the closest I got to Holi was seeing mini-parades of people heading to the center of town from the hostel window while I took small sips of ginger ale. From the thumping techno I could hear echoing from the main square, it sounded like it was quite the dance party. Though I’m still not sure what trance music has to do with Hinduism.
But 24 hours later we were both fully recovered and ventured out to see the aftermath — it looked like a purple powder bomb went off — and we got a solid recap from 2 lovely Indian students from Jaipur who joined us for momos at a Tibetan Restaurant.
View from the hostel.
Post-festival street clean up.
So, that was a bummer — but these things happen, especially while backpacking in India.
But I will experience you one day, Holi.
One day.
While we were on a boat cruise in Udaipur, we met a nice Australian fellow who said that Pushkar (a town bordering the Thar Desert) would be a great place to celebrate Holi, an important Hindu festival that was coming up.
So we mapped out a trip, rented a Royal-Enfield motorcycle and rode 170 miles to Pushkar.
Shout out to my Auntie Donna for giving me the scarf Scott’s wearing as a face mask a few Christmases ago. It really completed the look. And protected his lungs.
Uber pool
Gas pit stop.
I think these decorated cargo trucks were my favorite things in India. They’re everywhere on the highways and they’re decorated with the enthusiasm of a 7th graders locker. From what I learned, they’re owned by families and are decorated so beautifully because they ensure the entire family’s livelihood. So, the owners decorate them with “jewelry” kind of like the way you would adorn your wife for all of her hard work. These are the trucks where you would see the “HORN OK PLEASE” written, as referenced here, too.
Curious on-lookers.
Fellow commuters.
Jay walkers.
All about the accessories.
Inside Jagdish Temple
Now smoking isn’t cool but this guy is smoking 2 cigarettes at the same time so he’s the coolest
View from the boat cruise on Lake Pichola. Udaipur is known as the “Venice of the East”.
City Palace from a boat cruise.
View over Udaipur from inside City Palace.
Setting up for an event. FUN FACT: There was a wedding here in December that Beyonce performed at.
Our favorite rooftop restaurant in Udaipur. I don’t remember the name but it had excellent views, veggie burgers, curries, special lassies AND lounge furniture.
Nightime shopping.
The experience of creating and running EditMate has given me a newfound appreciation for entrepreneurs. I never thought about the work that goes into a starting, maintaining and growing a business before but now I do.
Whether someone is a running a massive corporation, a local neighborhood business or selling bracelets on a beach… I notice them now in a way I didn’t before.
I think about what their day to day looks like, what got them to where they are now and take note of the little things they do for their business… like how they approach a sale or the way they set up their shop.
This was an especially fun exercise to do in Udaipur, where there are entrepreneurs around every corner who love to show off their products and tell you their history.
The Jagdish Temple, which was in the middle of Mumbai and just a few minutes away from where we stayed in central Udaipur.
There are lots of stray dogs in India, which you’re obviously supposed to not touch or play with.
But I 100% ignored that rule and immediately took a liking to this little guy who often tanned outside the cafe I’d get coffee at in the mornings. The owner of the cafe bandaged his leg one day so he just kept coming back and stealing my heart.
When you’re high up looking over Udaipur, it feels tranquil and spacious… but when you’re down in the streets, you navigate narrow and curvy lanes, amid brightly colored, slightly old-world feeling buildings.
I liked peeking in all of the shops (they serve you free chai tea in order to get you to stick around longer) and eating street food while looking up at the assortment of windows that looked like they were constructed in completely different centuries. And the city was founded in 1559, so they probably were.
Friendly, neighborhood cows. Around sunset one night, the cows started walking through the streets together so we asked someone where they were going and they replied “Oh they go back home now. They’ll be back tomorrow”.
Note the Baskin Robbins.
“I’m in the market for some delights.”
At the Mehndi, a friend of TJ’s spoke highly of a recent trip to Udaipur (a city in Rajasthan, north of Mumbai) so after the wedding ended, Scott and I booked a flight.
After being in buzzing, urban Mumbai, Udaipur felt like a resort village. The city surrounds 7 beautiful man-made lakes and is filled with forts and palaces you can climb to see sweeping views of the water and mountains in the distance.
We stayed at Nukkad Guest House, a colorful multi-level little palace for $6 a night each.
It was owned by a sweet family, headed up by a man named Raju who seemed to be very popular around Udaipur. Every time we mentioned where we were staying we would hear “Ah, yes Raju’s place! He is my friend. Very good man.”
Family photos decorated every level of guest house with 4 generations of Raju’s family running day to day operations. His son handled the check-in desk, his wife ran the roof top restaurant, his daughter taught yoga in the mornings while his daughter-in-law did laundry and the grandmother looked after the little baby.
Checking in.
The view from the top of Nukkad.
Destiny’s Child Junior, humoring the street-style paparazzi (me).
Udaipur was the perfect place to re-charge after the wedding and gear up for the rest of our Indian adventure.
After the the last day of the wedding, a group of us powered through our hangovers and braved the heat to wander around Mumbai.
Sean and Abby, attracting a crowd.
Spot Douggie.
Sean and Abby at the markets.
Believe it.
We ended the day drinking pitchers and recapping the week at Totos, a garage themed (and apparently iconic) bar in Bandra West.
