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This morning we tried out Namaste cafe for breakfast which turned out to do a mean toasted cheese sandwich. Walking to the cafe a young boy around six got struck by a motorcycle The driver stopped briefly then took off after muttering something to the mother. Mum grabbed her kid by the arm and pulled him off the road and proceed to shake him and gave him a right telling off. We stood watching in awe not believing that she was not hugging him and checking for injuries. She seemed more concerned that he may have ripped his pants. I'm surprised we have not seen more people being struck given the craziness of the roads.
After breakfast we took off to check out a cooking class. We had one lady highly recommended but with Diwali she was unable to take a booking. We wandered and chatted to locals as they politely try to entice you into their stores and ended up a hotel right on the lake front with as a book said....the best views of the lake. We went to book a table for Diwali dinner and some how the large mattress seats were too enticing and we lounged around drinking and eating Indian snacks while watching the lake activity pass by. Feeling chilled we tried out another spa. Vicki opted for a cucumber facial and I wanted a foot massage........it's always good to get the dirt of the day off your feet. I was surprised to be told to take off my shorts and with butt skywards my foot massage included a good rub of the buttocks as well. Vicki faired no better as her top had to come off for a facial.
The artist was blooming in us....thanks to alcohol.....and we took off to Namaste Cafe for a painting session. We were guided very kindly by the resident artist into making a miniature silk painting...mine a horse signifying power and Vicki a camel which signifies love. Our one and a half hour lesson turned into almost four hours.......not perhaps because we were poor students, but we spent so much time chatting about cultural differences and letting the instructor play with my iPad which he thought was awesome. Suitably impressed with our efforts that you can recognize as the animals they represent, we tried to sell them to passer bys with no luck. No one would even barter with us.
We quickly made our was to the museum for a night show that highlights Indian dancing and singing. A beautiful back drop and entry was 100 rupee.......about two dollars.........the sparkling saris, sitar music and drums were heady but the lady in pink was our highlight. A lady in her 50s, maybe 250lb, and a superb pink sari who proceeded to chew gum and look like she wanted us to f**k off......she got her bells tied up several times, didn't give a shit......she was teamed up with a young girl for a dance filled with spins and turns and she turned slowly beside he spinning partner threatening to become unbalanced and take out her partner, it was too much effort to lift her arms and she marched off stage looking like she was going to commit murder.....we hee hawed and laughed every time we saw her on stage and was worth the one hundred rupee
After the show we wandered to the Whistling Teal restaurant which had good food reviews and we were not disappointed. They had saddle seats at the bar which we briefly enjoyed, but hope our saddles for the ride will be a lot more comfortable. We were entertained by the barman who had excellent English. He was well into his sixties and wore a Tammy. Slightly off putting while eating was trying not to stare at his teeth which grew in different directions..what was left that is.
Afterwards we had a short walk back to the hotel with Vicki sharing her left over chicken with a stray dog sleeping outside the hotel.

Posted by Rosielou 16:27

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