On my first trip to India, there were a lot of crazy ass things to see. However, my cliche favorite was just "happening" upon a friggin' elephant:
Unlike Julia Robert's character in "Eat, Pray, Love" I was NOT all
chilled out and centered about it. This old gal was 30 years old, had a chain on her foot and a hole in her forhead where they poke that effing stick to make her walk. I'm thinking...at ANY second this beyatch is gonna go all National Geographic, freak out and murder me. Thankfully she didn't.
In order to calm down, I donned a Sari, a bhindi ( trying to blend in) and ordered a martini. Do you think everyone thought I was an Indian?
After a couple of those,
I was sure I did. But, I'm retarded.
(If you go to New Delhi, check out the Aman hotel and The Imperial Hotel as well. There are also lots of touristy things I could say...but martinis are most important )
Thank you for not murdering me Elephant, I love you.
Love,
Katie
