Oh, hello Spring.

:D

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stamp it!

After the temper tantrum that nearly ensued when the damn EU decided that I didn't need stamps in my passport upon crossing various Euro-borders, I've been on a mission of redemption. During our 3-hour layover on our way home from India, I was determined to see a bit of Hong Kong and (more importantly), get the damn stamp in my passport. Oh yes, it will be mine.

The lovely Erin Bell is a current resident of HK, and gave us a quick route that we could take to the port and back. I must say, Hong Kong's efficiency is stellar. The Airport Express train put us in the middle of downtown a mere 30 minutes after we landed...

we spent 10 days in India with not one (racial profiling alert!) 7-Eleven sighting...and we find one on a random pier in Hong Kong...nice.

our quick little route through Victoria Harbor to Kowpoon

yaaay - Hong Kong!

dude, foreign McDonalds >>>> US McDonalds

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

It was a tight timeline, and I was sweaty-palmed for most of it (soooo nervous that we'd miss our flight), but I've now officially been to Hong Kong ... and not just inside the airport.

Point: Nicole

back to Bangalore

Christmas in India is ... interesting. Since the majority of the population isn't Catholic/Christian, its basically an excuse for (yet another) party...

Hundred-person catered barbecue? Count me in. House party? Sure. Santa in 80* temps? Umm...okay...

Indian goddess statue + Christmas tree = multiculturalism at its finest

On our last night in India, we subjected ourselves to a fish spa. These little guys nibbled off all of the dead skin and calluses on our tootsies. The photos and video speak for themselves for the most part...imagine 10 minutes, tons o' little fishies, and lots and lots o' squealing (on my part):


Our feet really did feel smooth and silky afterward! Would I do it once a week? Probably not... Once a month? Maybe.

hey remember that one time, when I went to India...and never posted pics?!?!

Ugh.

Eye-candy from Goa, India:

beggars can be choosers, it seems

for. real.



eating shrawmps on the sand

when in Rome...

...ride a scooter with no helmet (?)

this, my friends, is the equivalent of a 7-11 - fuel, directions, snacks and booze

elllliiiiieeee-phaaaaant!

Goan Cal-Trans

weekly Anjuna Market

why hello, Arabian Sea

Anjuna Beach




Paneer/Chris made a friend on the beach...

...and she made herself nice and comfy

adios

I got a sweet surprise sendoff at work today ... balloons, speeches, gifts and cards. Nice people.

a little less conversation...a lot more action (subtitle: more India stuff)

Life has gotten away from me a bit of late (training for a triathlon will do that to you), and it's been eating at me that I've been seriously slacking on my posting duties, specifically of the Indian variety. Behold...pics, but not stories (yet):

win.

Love dem pink Starbursts.