(Bearing in mind that so far I've only visited the triangle comprising Mumbai, Pune, and Aurangabad.)
- I want a sari. Seriously. I don't care if I'm a fat, middle-aged, white woman. I'm getting myself one of those someday.
- There are cows. Lots of cows. And I didn't get a single photo.
- There are also lots of dogs. And goats. And pigeons. But I only saw one cat the whole time.
- Indians love two-wheelers (motorcycles/motorbikes/scooters). You'll often see three or four on at a time. But very few wear helmets and when they do it's only the driver - the passengers just have to hope for the best.
- Maharashtra looks a lot like Central California: semi-arid, with parched brown grass and scrubby trees; punctuated with areas of lush farmland.
- Everything is covered in dust. Everything.
- Hospitality is everything. Guests are considered to be like God visiting so all the stops are pulled out to make them happy. I like this.
Wendy
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