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New India Book —and special offer/request!
Remember when I said I’d do a book about each of our India trips? Apparently I owe you five books now. I was just really busy, until 2020 hit and the world stopped. With the pandemic, my travels are now virtual. But that just means you can all join Janine, Jaya, and me in Rajasthan for Please Don’t Ask for Extra Glasses, Book 2 in our series, Your Camels Are Here. If all goes well, it will be available on Amazon the first week of February, just in time for all your valentine giving needs!
To celebrate, I have two giveaways.
- Free review copy of upcoming release, Please Don’t Ask For Extra Glasses. I’d love to send you a download link to an advance review copy, or ask for your help to get the word out about the new book. Just drop me a note on the contact form (here) or in comments section below.
- Do Not Wash Hands In Plates, was a top 10 bestseller in Asian Travel and Humorous Essays on Amazon. It will be available FREE on Amazon for five days starting today (Monday, 25 January – Friday, 29 January) “Friendship + photography + travel = Irresistible…I laughed my way through this quick, entertaining read.”—Patricia Sands, best-selling author of Love In Provence series
Free bestseller! Our first book in the series,
Do you want to come on our next trip?
People are always asking to join our next trip. But if they knew the whole truth about our travels, I wonder how many would change their minds? Take the time we tried to visit Mount Abu in Rajasthan…
The snow in Glasgow was thick as I headed for the airport. I checked in for the flight even as the announcements of airport closings were coming nonstop. My flight to Dublin (with the Abu Dhabi connection) was delayed, but still on the board.
By the time we landed in Dublin, the connecting flight had already been called but I thought I could still make it. Except… the two rounds of local cheese I was bringing to India stopped the security belt while the agents had a conference about whether or not cheese was a liquid. (!) When they finally released my thoroughly x-rayed cheese, I ran on only to be stopped by Irish immigration. I raced for the other terminal (security again, yes those cheese rounds are a solid, no they don’t violate the liquid limits) and arrived to see the plane still sitting there. But I wasn’t allowed to board, because they’d already removed my luggage.
They sent me back to the first terminal to rebook my flight.
Nice man in passport control: How long have you been in Ireland?
Me: About ten minutes.
Him: Was it something we said?
The friendly people at the Aer Lingus desk were sympathetic, but explained there were no other flights until the next day. They sent me off to a hotel, where I was assigned the last available room. I found out it was the very last one when my neighbors on either side had been screaming for THREE EFFING HOURS, and I called the desk to beg for help.
My left-side neighbor was very upset about tacos. I’m not sure just what tacos had done to give such offence because as far as I could tell, taco was the only non-obscenity word used in his tirade. My right-hand neighbors were an elderly couple who were apparently in the last stages of consumption. They spent the evening hacking up their toes and screaming into their phones to inform every person who had ever known them about their delayed flight.
When my 4:30AM wakeup call came, I stumbled downstairs and caught the shuttle back to the airport. Sadly, my carefully chosen window seats were a casualty of the new itinerary, and I ended up in the center seat of a center row. On my side was a chatty lady who hated… well, everything. The entire trip was a diatribe about fellow passengers, the airline, babies, people who had babies, and food. I was fascinated, and started feeding her topics just to see what she hated about each one. (Kittens? They smother you. Puppies? She’s allergic. Sunny weather? Skin cancer. Mother Theresa? Just in it for the publicity.)
By the time we landed in Abu Dhabi, I hadn’t slept in almost two days, and I was a wreck. That’s the only possible explanation for the fact that I drank the Diet Coke WITH ICE they served at the Abu Dhabi airport. Yes, it’s true. I drank the water.
I finally arrived in India, and the next day we started out on our journey. I was waiting for the Delhi-belly ax to fall, but so far all seemed okay. We stopped for lunch and Jaya thought the vegetable dish was a bit…off. I was hungry, though, so I ate the most.
We checked into our hotel, a maharaja’s former summer palace with fabulous views everywhere except from our room, which turned out to be a small, virtually windowless bunker. The “view” was from the bathroom window, if you leaned over and looked around a corner. But they told us there were no other rooms available, and anyway by then the inevitable had started.
(We didn’t have the pretty dresses, but this is actually close documentary footage…)
Care of the unwisely consumed ice combined with the dodgy veggies from lunch, the vague rumblings from my nether regions had turned into urgent commands. Janine and Jaya were delighted. Out came their traveling boatload-o-drugs, and soon I was popping pills like M&Ms. By then the others were also feeling the lunch effects, with much additional ensuing medication.
After some truly regrettable visits to the loo, I staggered back to my bed. And screamed. And screamed again.
From the corner of my eye, I’d caught a flash of fur dashing across the floor.
[Digression: have I ever mentioned that I DO NOT like rodents? As in “I’m stuck in a dungeon with Jack Nicholson wearing an evil clown face and brandishing an ax and I can’t get a cup of coffee” levels of DO NOT LIKE?]
I could see Janine staring at me, clearly wondering if they’d finally given me too much prescription meds. Just then Jaya screamed too, as the rodent ran over her foot. By the time the hotel people arrived, we were standing on our beds, screaming. This didn’t seem to surprise the hotel staff, who arrived with a bucket and small whisk broom, evidently their standard rodent-removal equipment.
The rodent, who had wisely made itself scarce, was not removed. The three semi-hysterical, borderline incontinent travellers were. Suddenly, the hotel discovered they did have a suite available, one with a balcony, fabulous view, and even a fireplace (with light-up “fire”). It was about double the size of our first room and even came with bunches of amenities such as a table and chairs, antique sofa, china cups, and “dental kits”.
Because India was having a random strike, we spent the next day taking pictures (Janine and Jaya) or lounging around our lovely room and even lovelier bathroom (me).
Barb’s travel tip.
Next time you’re looking for a hotel upgrade, I highly recommend climate-change blizzards, roadside food poisoning, and a rodent.
You’re welcome.
Oh, and the best part? The secret Jaya planned to keep till her deathbed? It was… here.
So actually, you might be a LOT better off reading about our adventures rather than coming on our next trip.
quiall said:
I laughed so hard I dropped my tablet! Damage avoided. I honestly don’t think I could keep up with you even if I was 30 years younger! I would love to help with the review of your new book. For selfish reasons of course. I never laugh so hard as when I’m reading your words. So please count me in if possible.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks so much! Will do. (.mobi or Word or…?)
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beth said:
I think you would be a riot to travel with!
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barbtaub said:
So… what were you doing 40 years ago?
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beth said:
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Lynette d'Arty-Cross said:
Congratulations on your new book. I would love to do a review but alas, too busy with work. Reading for pure enjoyment will have to wait until my summer holidays.
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barbtaub said:
No problem. Hope you get that break soon.
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Limp Cabbage and Soggy Chips said:
It’s hilarious to read your account of India. I am Indian and live in the South of India, and just chased out a mouse from my service veranda, as I do most nights before turning in. Today I laughed, remembering your experience.
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barbtaub said:
TBH Jaya confided it was actually a rat (not a mouse). But they’re all rodents to me.
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Teagan Riordain Geneviene said:
How fabulous. Congratulations, Barb. Hugs on the wing.
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barbtaub said:
I’m finally writing again, so have not been online much. Miss you!
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Teagan Riordain Geneviene said:
I’m delighted to know that you’re writing again. I know what you mean. I’ve been mostly stymied for over a year. Write on!
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marysue7 said:
I look forward to reading your book.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks!
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srbottch said:
Very funny. I’m not a traveler. Probably have missed a lot. Nah, I’m content staying around the Homefront and being bored.
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barbtaub said:
Good thinking. You can probably drink the water there.
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noelleg44 said:
I snorted my coffee reading this excerpt. We had a similar problem in Paris and got a lovely upgrade. Congratulations on the book!
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barbtaub said:
And did your upgrade excuse at least have the decency to stay out of sight?
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noelleg44 said:
With us, it was not a rodent but a floor that sloped so badly that it took the entire Paris phone book (two of them on one side) to level the bed!
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Kassandra Lamb said:
Trying to clean up the chaos that is my inbox, and lo and behold, I found this post. How did I miss it before? Do you still have ARCs? If not, I’ll just wait until it comes out. The book sound like your usual hoot and a a half!
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Kassandra Lamb said:
mobi, please.
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