The house is on the right...with the pink and beige fence...I am told we can have the garbage romoved :)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
I'm not sure he approved...
We went to a Wine Tasting Festival in Pune...there was a band of bagpipes and drums...
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I had a house in India...but, not yet.
We started in Pune India where we are staying in the lovely Oakwood Hotel. Three and a half hours of grueling, bronco like driving brought us to Phaltan India where we are looking for a house to live in for the next two months.
I find it difficult to experience the fine art of Indian driving without fearing certain death or dismemberment of myself or someone else. Part of this driving technique is to honk your horn, wave your arm out the window, weave suddenly, brake here dodge there. Rarely there is a break in the oncoming traffic. But, when there is a moment of space this seems to be thought of as an opportunity to create a one way road...at the last moment just before impact of the oncoming cars and trucks everyone pulls back onto their own side. Though I have seen where two or more vehicles are forced to a complete stop in front of one another. Peacefully, with no sign of anger or issues they work their way around one another.
Do not try to drive in India if you have not been born into it.
The streets of Phaltan are lined with the constant sounds and daily activities of life in India. Ritu is the woman in charge of helping us to find a house. She calls on her phone speaking to someone. She then speaks to our driver and finally lets us know that we will wait here for the agent that will take us to the houses we will view. Some short time later our "agent" arrives. Three young men on one motorcycle ride up beside the car and signal our driver to follow.
We wound down and around the dusty roads for hours viewing multiple houses. We did not find a house we wanted on this day...but we did get to enjoy the three and a half hour experience of the road trip once again on the way home...only this time in the dark.
Tuesday we will repeat the trip from Pune to Phaltan.
I find it difficult to experience the fine art of Indian driving without fearing certain death or dismemberment of myself or someone else. Part of this driving technique is to honk your horn, wave your arm out the window, weave suddenly, brake here dodge there. Rarely there is a break in the oncoming traffic. But, when there is a moment of space this seems to be thought of as an opportunity to create a one way road...at the last moment just before impact of the oncoming cars and trucks everyone pulls back onto their own side. Though I have seen where two or more vehicles are forced to a complete stop in front of one another. Peacefully, with no sign of anger or issues they work their way around one another.
Do not try to drive in India if you have not been born into it.
The streets of Phaltan are lined with the constant sounds and daily activities of life in India. Ritu is the woman in charge of helping us to find a house. She calls on her phone speaking to someone. She then speaks to our driver and finally lets us know that we will wait here for the agent that will take us to the houses we will view. Some short time later our "agent" arrives. Three young men on one motorcycle ride up beside the car and signal our driver to follow.
We wound down and around the dusty roads for hours viewing multiple houses. We did not find a house we wanted on this day...but we did get to enjoy the three and a half hour experience of the road trip once again on the way home...only this time in the dark.
Tuesday we will repeat the trip from Pune to Phaltan.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Big One !
OK, we didn't "find" this one...at least not in a place where we could claim it. It was in someones front yard. It was something of two feet in diameter. We never did see one this big in the river bed.
Walls of Fossils and Geodes
You can pull amazing things right out of the walls of the dry river bed...A wonderful hunt!
...the pounds are adding up...
When we found one we wanted we would sit it on a log or off to the side and then pick it up on the way back...Sandy and I each carried about fifty pounds of rock back to the truck!
The Snakes and Smoking Guns of Southern Indiana....
I would later be asked by Marvin, " You didn't worry about being shot?" "By who?", I asked. "By the folks that have "cash crops" in that area." Another would ask me if I, "...didn't worry about the rattle snake and copper heads in the river beds that far south in Indiana?"....Probably my last hunt!
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