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Do Not Wash Hands In Plates: Elephant frenzy, parathas, temples, palaces, monkeys…and the kindness of Indian strangers
–Text by Barb Taub, Photographs by Jayalakshmi Ayyer and Janine Smith
This is the story of three women eating our way across India in search of adventure, elephants, temples, palaces, western toilets, monkeys, the perfect paratha… and the kindness of Indian strangers.
Once upon the Land Before Time (or at least before mobile phones), my two best friends and I decided to leave the US from separate locations and meet up in Europe. To everyone’s shock, Janine, Jaya and I pulled it off—mostly because we went to Luxembourg, a country so small the odds in favor of chance street encounters were almost 100%, but also because Jaya was carrying the BS, a blue suitcase so enormous it took up approximately a third of the country’s square footage and was visible on satellite images. We couldn’t possibly miss.
It took over thirty-five years before—in a combination of optimism and failing memories— we recklessly decided to repeat this feat. Hey, we reasoned, now we’ve got smartphones, better credit ratings, wheeled suitcases, medical insurance, and the ability to drink legally. Just to make it more interesting, this time we chose to meet in India, where the odds against the three of us actually linking up were approximately a bazillion to bupkis.
Book Title: Do Not Wash Hands In Plates: Elephant frenzy, parathas, temples, palaces, monkeys…and the kindness of Indian strangers
Authors: Text by Barb Taub, Photographs by Jayalakshmi Ayyer & Janine Smith
Genre: Travel/ humor essay
Publisher:Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Length: 100 pages
Release Date: 1 January, 2016
Buy & Info Links:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Goodreads
Personally, I blame Mary Rosenblum, the Literary Midwife. She issued a challenge last year to create a gift of words. So I pulled together the photos and blogs from our trip to India last year, and added a few more stories as a Christmas gift for my travel companions, and Do Not Wash Hands In Plates practically wrote itself.
If you like your trips filled with laughter and misadventures and great food and elephants and toilets, if you’d like a mini virtual-vacation, or if you just want a quick and humorous read, please take a look at Do Not Wash Hands In Plates.
***ATTENTION REVIEWERS!***
If you’d like a free review copy, please contact me asap!
Excerpt:
Despite blizzards, canceled flights, de-icing delays, and an adjacent passenger who had made unfortunate food choices resulting in alarming gastrointestinal events, I arrived in India. The theory was that I would fly in from my home in Scotland, Janine would come from Washington DC, and Jaya would meet up with us at the airport. Nobody who knows any of us thought for a second that this could really occur.
Actual conversation at Passport Control, Mumbai:
Janine: “Well no, I don’t have my friend’s address or phone number. But she’s going to pick me up at the airport. She lives in Gujarat. That’s in India.”
Passport Control: [SO not impressed]
I arrived before Janine. As far as I could tell, the Ahmedabad Airport was staffed by the entire Indian army, each soldier carrying a honking huge gun. I grabbed my suitcase and exited baggage control into India. Noise. Chaos. People, dogs, honking horns, more people. More soldiers. More guns. Dozens of sincere men who called me “Sister” and suggested they could take me anywhere on the planet I might want to go.
No Janine. No Jaya. And, apparently, no way to get back into the airport. After several failed attempts at international texts, I realized I could (at heart-stopping expense) send email to Jaya, who soon confirmed that she was on her way and that it was 3:00AM so I should go back inside. Except there were signs everywhere saying you couldn’t go back in.
“No problem.” Jaya explained that rules in India are more like guidelines. “People in India are very kind. Just ask.”
I’ve been living in the UK where rules are inviolate and graven in stone, so I didn’t believe a word of it. But the soldier at the door listened to my plea and waved his AK-Humongo to usher me back inside. There I found Janine attempting to send email or text. I reminded her neither option was likely for two technologically-challenged, jet-lagged, middle-aged ladies in a foreign country at 3:00AM.
In the end, we wandered over to the door and to our mutual amazement found Jaya waiting for us along with a hired driver and a van. Apparently lightning does strike again, because just like thirty-five years earlier, the three of us actually managed to meet up in another continent.
What could possibly go wrong from here?
Rosie Amber said:
Congratulations, what a lovely idea as a keepsake of your trip.
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barbtaub said:
Thank you so much! It was such a great trip that we’ve decided to try traveling together each year. We’re getting ready for trip #2 next month.
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Mary Smith said:
Sounds wonderful, Barb. Just downloaded it.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks Mary! I know you’ve probably already been everywhere, so let me know what you think.
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Mary Smith said:
I’ve not been everywhere at all and you visited lots of places I have yet to see and now I’ve read Do Not Wash Hands in Plates I want to go back to India asap.
I loved the book – wished it had been longer – and it made me laugh out loud. A great read.
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barbtaub said:
THANK YOU! What a great comment. It just made my day. As a matter of fact, my two friends and I had such a great time that we decided to try for an annual trip. So India.2 is on for next month!
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Mary Smith said:
I’m so, so jealous.
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sknicholls said:
Oh, this has GOT to be good. Grabbing my copy now.
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barbtaub said:
Wow! Thanks so much. I hope you have fun reading it.
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sknicholls said:
Reblogged this on S.K. Nicholls and commented:
The entertaining Barb Taub, and two friends for over forty years have produced a travel memoir of a revisit to India. “If you like your trips filled with laughter and misadventures and great food and elephants and toilets, if you’d like a mini virtual-vacation, or if you just want a quick and humorous read, please take a look at Do Not Wash Hands In Plates.”
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barbtaub said:
Thank you so much for spreading the word. I’m very grateful for the reblog.
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sknicholls said:
My pleasure.
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Cathy said:
Reblogged this on and commented:
This will be a hoot – just downloaded my copy.
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barbtaub said:
Woohoo! You just made my day. Thanks so much.
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Cathy said:
I’ll try again! Reblogged on BetweenTheLines – Book Reviewer, Amateur Photographer and Dog Lover 🙂
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Terry Tyler said:
It is mine! Excellent, really looking forward to reading this 🙂
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barbtaub said:
Thanks so much Terry! I hope you enjoy it.
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patriciasands said:
Fabulous idea! I’m off to download … and am still laughing from the excerpt!
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barbtaub said:
Thank you so much! I do hope you enjoy it.
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Peggy Lillis said:
I already bought it ;-). Thought I’d help bump up your numbers. I’ll be sure to give it some (lots of) stars later.
Happy New Year!
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barbtaub said:
Thanks Peggy! Hope you like it.
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Georgia Rose said:
Oh this is mine!!! What a great idea Barb, looking forward to reading it 🙂
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macjam47 said:
I have to read this. Just downloaded.
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judithbarrow1 said:
Reblogged this on Barrow Blogs: .
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Aislynn d'Merricksson said:
Reblogged this on The Biblioanthropologist.
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