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My post last week talked about India, and several of you asked about that trip, so I wanted to do a quick post on it. A friend of mine who has been there before wanted to take people she liked and knew well with her, people who hadn’t been there before and could rough it and wouldn’t be whiners.
It had really never occurred to me that I wanted to go to India until she asked me. Once I was asked, I knew that it was one place I had to go.
We’re flying into Delhi, then we go touristy to the Taj Mahal. Then it’s off to Bagdogra by plane with a jeep to Gangtok. This is all in the Sikkim region, north of Bangladesh and east of Nepal, south of Tibet. So we spend a day in Gantok, then jeep to Pelling, hike to a lake (I’m getting a little worried about what altitude we’re at here), then hike to Yuksom, another hike to the waterfalls and a monastery.
Then we leave this area, fly back to Delhi, take a train to Hardiwar, then we are in Rishikesh for 2-3 days, then back to Delhi for shopping in the markets, and then we go home. I know, right? I have my books on India that I’ve just started, and I’m really overwhelmed at just how different this is going to be from my regular life.
I’ve seen Eat, Pray, Love. I’m not a huge fan of the movie or Julia Roberts, but it has its moments of personal clarity that did incent me to pick up the book so I can get past the Julia Roberts irritation to try and appreciate the story on its own. I think the India section in the movie could have been a lot better. I mean, did she really just hang around the Ashram for four months? Who does that? I’m not the Ashram sort at all, though a week or two there really does sound lovely. But I’d never do an ashram or monastery or anything for months without equal amounts of time exploring the country.
The movie version of Eat, Pray, Love makes me think of Etat’s Sex Pistols scent. A lot of buildup to something great, but it feels more like a washed-out version of something else that was so much better in the original. I had a lot of hope for Sex Pistols, especially after the brilliance of the Tilda Swinton fragrance, which I adore, but it feels like ’70s or ’80s men’s cologne, and I don’t mean that in a good way. Gail told me it would be a disappointment, but I kept hoping for weird to show up – bubblegum, urine, spunk, anything? I’d stare at my arm the three times I’ve tested it, knowing there was more to it. Alas, ordinary, already done is all there is.
More India tips from those who have been there. Or tell me the biggest ordinary disappointment from a perfume you’ve had.