Here are the photos we took during our relaxing stay in Pune. Stu recommended it and I would, too. Super chill and filled with Germans for some reason.
This is, upon Stu’s recommendation, where we stayed.
It was a really rad place. It had, very clearly, at one time been quite opulent. I love staying in places like this. Vy and I took the luxury suite. It was an enormous room, about 8 ro 9 bucks a night and super beautiful.
This is Vy in the garden around the house. Stu says it was an old courthouse or something like this.
It was really pretty.
This is Kali, I think. He/She is usually depicted with the belt of human arms and the necklace of human heads. Why can’t western gods kick this much ass?
This is for my Nana, who is now Puc’s mommy.
These guys are cooler than I will ever be. And it wounds me.
Vy getting ready to eat at a veg place she didn’t want to eat at but was forced to on account of how tired she was.
Her telling me that we weren’t eating there because she was tired, but rather because she was considerate to my vegetarianism.
Us relaxing on the balcony waiting for night to fall outside our hotel room door.
It was really pretty out there.
The garden area was lovely, but they were reworking it while we were there.
I shot some photos of kids playing cricket.
As we walked by they invited us to play.
They explained the rules.
And kept explaining.
Cricket is complicated.
Then I cricketed the shit out of a lob and wicketed my ass off. Is that how you’re supposed to say it?
They let me have a couple swings.
I was a powerful hitter. For a small toddler, anyway.
They pitied my efforts so offered to comfort me withe a group photo.
Post-Apocalyptic Pepsi. The pause that makes you forget about the mutated zombie creatures pounding at the gates. Or maybe that’s Coke.
A samosa stand. Oh, I ate them out of house and home.
This tree did not fuck around.
More night scenery.
They sensed our weakness and also the crackers we had packed for dogs we met.
Mostly the crackers.
Also a cute dog.
We weren’t attacked or eaten once. I figure it’s just a matter of numbers. But, on this night, our numbers weren’t up and we were fine.
I wish we still painted signs like this in the west. They are cool-looking. Though, this could be an advert for a septic tank cleaning service or something. Also, mind the road hazard.
Vy communing with doG.
I don’t know what my problem was.
So tired, at this point.
I’m sure their speculum service is spectacular. I’m just worried about the necessity of using the instrument.
Vy’s henna. She was so pissed about this.
So pissed off.
The people overcharged and did an ultra shitty job.
From the backseat of a tuk-tuk.
I thought this was strange to come upon in the middle of nowhere in India.
This little side house was rad.
This new mom hung out for a while while we were buying bus tickets.
She was hungry.
We had crackers.
Everybody got something to eat.
This is cute.
She was a nice puppy.