In Ibiza, we realized that to have any meaningful exploration, we needed a car. The clubs and everything else notable are spread out across the island. But to drive a car in Ibiza, and I'm sure in other foreign countries, you need an international drivers license.
Among the four of us and all our stuff, we were prepared to do anything from run the world to birth a baby, yet none of us had the foresight to obtain a foreign drivers license. It's safe to say that none of us had ever heard of such.
Dubai is dusty.....it's also hot, like stifling, you can't take deep breaths type of heat. The, it's 100 degrees at night type of heat.
I definitely cannot hang like I used to.
It is quite evident that I am over 30. I've found some really long grey hairs in my head...they're the full length of the rest of my hairs. It's kinda creepy.
Ok, that's an exaggeration. I didn't almost go to jail in Ibiza....but I could have.
Alright, it's been about a month since I left for Spain, I am sufficiently over the jet lag, regrettably settled back into the normality of my daily routine, my laptop has been restored to greatness....to sum it all up, my life has been gathered and I'm ready to tell you about my trip.
Keeping up with this blogging schedule situation is a mess. It's hard to manage being a Christian, an attorney, with a moderate social life and blogging...I tell you. But I do it because I love it and that's the honest to goodness truth. I really love telling my stories.
So this begs the question....what do I do, if anything? Do I forego this super cheap flight and buy another one on an airline that doesn't go anywhere near Turkey (especially since this layover in Istanbul adds hours of unnecessary travel time and considering the turmoil in its neighboring country, Syria)? Or do I do nothing and keep my original plans?
Not only were the bathrooms filthy, there was only one toilet. The other stall had a squat hole (if you've read my posts from China you know how I feel about a squat hole) and there were only like 5 sheets of toilet paper left to divide among the three of us.
Pappuji approaches the group and he and other the men have themselves a little chat. They both motion for us to pile into Pappuji's little car. We're hesitant. We don't trust anyone at this point. But we make the decision that, should the need arise and they were in fact plotting on us, we wouldn't mind attacking Pappuji and end up on the New Delhi nightly news.
It all begin when 4 friends had the crazy idea to add a day trip to the Taj Mahal during their emirati vacation.
I'm not going to mislead you. Traveling to India was a challenge. Traveling to any new place can be a challenge I think....but there are certain factors that can make one destination worse than the others.
You guys know I'm always looking for something fun (and cheap) to do.
I love to cook and try new cuisines....so I saw a Groupon for a Sushi 101 class and purchased it without hesitation. For $45 I would learn the sushi basics and have some fun.