Today, I went to a mall in Delhi to get a new power adapter (mine punked out about a week ago). On the way there in the auto rickshaw, the guy drove me for ten minutes for 50 Rupees (about 93 cents). Upon leaving the auto rickshaw, he looked at me in the eye and said: "this is a good price." I tried tipping him as well but he refused. But what a nice guy, because on the way back (it was much shorter due to a large road division that he didn't have to circumnavigate this time) the new auto rickshaw driver tried charging me 100 Rupees (about $1.86). I stood my ground and got the price to 50 Rupees. No fooling this naive white guy! Anyway, upon looking at the Rupee worth in CAD I feel like a huge Scrooge, but I guess he was being dishonest in terms of being an Indian rickshaw driver, so I don't feel too guilty. I probably would have given him the 100 Rupees had he not of tried to rip me off... for less than a dollar... ok, I seem like the bad guy here, but it was a big moment for me!
On blogger.com, you can see a little chart with how many views you get. My views peaked with a picture post (what a lovely alliteration that was) and have kind of flat-lined since, but on Wednesday you are going to get some glorious pictures of Agra. I wish we were staying in Delhi for more than 3 days because it would be wonderful to travel the city, but I can so see myself regretting coming to India, having the chance to see the Taj Mahal (no matter how overrated some people may think it is).
Also, I just want to put it out there that I don't like souvenirs. Maybe I just don't like stressing out about finding something to represent my time in a foreign place, but I find that pictures are my souvenirs. And is it weird that I don't like myself in pictures of the places I go? If I want to remember something the way I experienced it, why would I want to see myself in front of it? That's not how I saw it. I'm not totally against the idea of people in pictures, I just don't like stressing out about "making the memory" as opposed to "recording the memory." You know what I mean? Maybe not, that was a lot of rambling.
I also got a massage yesterday. I asked for just my back, but I guess I now know why they call it a mASSage (I've used that line on my sister and my parents already, and I'm sure other people have used it before). Should I not have prefaced my massage with "THIS IS MY FIRST MASSAGE!" Did the Indian masseuse take advantage of me because of this? I should have seen this coming when They asked to take off my pants! Anyway, I was uncomfortable with this for the first couple minutes but then stopped when I realized that I had a plane ride later that day and I would eventually appreciate it. Anyway, I could write a play on this experience (and I might just).
Ok I just Googled this and other people had had the same experience. I guess that's sort of the starting place for your back.
I feel another GIF post coming up... "My Experiences in India in GIFs." Expect this on Thursday.
On blogger.com, you can see a little chart with how many views you get. My views peaked with a picture post (what a lovely alliteration that was) and have kind of flat-lined since, but on Wednesday you are going to get some glorious pictures of Agra. I wish we were staying in Delhi for more than 3 days because it would be wonderful to travel the city, but I can so see myself regretting coming to India, having the chance to see the Taj Mahal (no matter how overrated some people may think it is).
Also, I just want to put it out there that I don't like souvenirs. Maybe I just don't like stressing out about finding something to represent my time in a foreign place, but I find that pictures are my souvenirs. And is it weird that I don't like myself in pictures of the places I go? If I want to remember something the way I experienced it, why would I want to see myself in front of it? That's not how I saw it. I'm not totally against the idea of people in pictures, I just don't like stressing out about "making the memory" as opposed to "recording the memory." You know what I mean? Maybe not, that was a lot of rambling.
I also got a massage yesterday. I asked for just my back, but I guess I now know why they call it a mASSage (I've used that line on my sister and my parents already, and I'm sure other people have used it before). Should I not have prefaced my massage with "THIS IS MY FIRST MASSAGE!" Did the Indian masseuse take advantage of me because of this? I should have seen this coming when They asked to take off my pants! Anyway, I was uncomfortable with this for the first couple minutes but then stopped when I realized that I had a plane ride later that day and I would eventually appreciate it. Anyway, I could write a play on this experience (and I might just).
Ok I just Googled this and other people had had the same experience. I guess that's sort of the starting place for your back.
I feel another GIF post coming up... "My Experiences in India in GIFs." Expect this on Thursday.
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