At least eventually.
The point, though, is that I'm lazy. Don't follow that logic? Well I"m too lazy to tell you there was no logic. And, since I"m lazy, I'm not going to tell you all the details about what's happened in the last month.
Why?
The reasons are fourfold:
#1 - I'm too lazy
b) I've already forgotten most of it
iii: if I did, I would get to the present date on this blog by X-mas
fourthly - I've never said "fourfold" before and I wanted to try it out
Thus, here is the basic rundown of what I shall call. . .
Kookoo for Kookoo Kashmir
Like the title? It's pretty klever, eh? (God I kill myself.)
Firstly, a cute Finnish guy accosted me at the airport, and it turned out that not only were we on the same plane, but we'd both fallen for the SAME SCAM!!!!! WE both found this hilarious, exchanging stories that went like this:
"So I got into this 'pre-paid taxi'"
"Hey, me too! And did he say that couldn't find your hotel?"
"Yeah! And then he-"
"Took you to a tourist tout?!"
We gazed deep into each others' eyes and he took my hand and he breathed
"Let's promise never to get scammed again."
"Agreed," I proclaimed and I shook his hand firmly.
We talked and joked and exchanged stories on the plane (he was seated far away from me, but there were plenty of empty chairs so he came to next to me once takeoff was over). We also read all of what the Lonely Planet (more commonly referred to as The Book) had to say about Kashmir (it was hardly comforting. . . ) and decided to follow its advice and check up at the Houseboat Owner's Association so that at least somebody in Kashmir would know which houseboats we were staying at and for how long. This was all part of our pact to not scammed, see? Unfortunately the touts had organized different taxis for us so that we had to meet up at the Houseboat Owner's Association separately.
I opened my eyes really big, let my lips pout ever so slightly, and said in a soft voice,
"Please. . ."
He did the Indian head-wobble (more on that later) and said,
"I treata you lika my daughter," and he told the taxi driver to stop at the HBOA.
Success! But at what price? . . . .
I waited there for 15 minutes after I filled out their forms.
It was around after 10 minutes of waiting that I realized something: my cute Finnish guy didn't have feminine wiles to get the taxi to stop (at least I hope he didn't. . . )
It was around after 15 minutes of waiting and looking apologetically at the Houseboat Owner and taxi-wallah that I realized I'd forgotten my Finnish guy's name.
I got back into the taxi, dejected, because I'd really liked that Finnish guy and had been rejoicing that I'd found a potential travel partner so soon.
One of my little voices made me feel better through the following reasoning: don't lost hope, Zeo. Srinagar (the capital of Kashmir) can't be that big, you know he's staying on a houseboat, and there can't be that many of those or Finnish people, so you'll probably see him before you leave Kashmir 7 days from now.
But Srinagar was big, it had over one thousand houseboats, and while I didn't really see that many Finnish people (any at all, really), I didn't see much of anybodybecause I didn't get the chance to stay in Kashmir for 7 days.
So if you're Finnish, you were scammed into going to Kashmir, and you're cute, I"m sorry I didn't find you, but I have a really good excuse.
Really. I do.
It has to do with panic around the world, kidnappings, tears, an Evil Doctor and-
Hey, that happened to you too?!?!? Wow!
Well then, I guess I won't have to explain what happened. That's good because I just realized that despite my saying that I was too lazy to give you the details, I just went on a writing frenzy. I think it's just because talking about my lost Finnish guy makes me feel a lot better than thinking about what happens afterwards.
Unfortunately, I will have to give you the details about that, because it's quite impossible to relay the injustices and disappointment that happened if you don't know the whole story. But that's for another entry when my muse visits me again, and she seems to think that since I'm on vacation, she should be on vacation too.
Lazy girl.
Till next time,
Zee-O,
The Girl Who Thinks That It Would Be A Good Survival Tactic For Men To Develop Feminine Wiles
Firstly, a cute Finnish guy accosted me at the airport, and it turned out that not only were we on the same plane, but we'd both fallen for the SAME SCAM!!!!! WE both found this hilarious, exchanging stories that went like this:
"So I got into this 'pre-paid taxi'"
"Hey, me too! And did he say that couldn't find your hotel?"
"Yeah! And then he-"
"Took you to a tourist tout?!"
We gazed deep into each others' eyes and he took my hand and he breathed
"Let's promise never to get scammed again."
"Agreed," I proclaimed and I shook his hand firmly.
We talked and joked and exchanged stories on the plane (he was seated far away from me, but there were plenty of empty chairs so he came to next to me once takeoff was over). We also read all of what the Lonely Planet (more commonly referred to as The Book) had to say about Kashmir (it was hardly comforting. . . ) and decided to follow its advice and check up at the Houseboat Owner's Association so that at least somebody in Kashmir would know which houseboats we were staying at and for how long. This was all part of our pact to not scammed, see? Unfortunately the touts had organized different taxis for us so that we had to meet up at the Houseboat Owner's Association separately.
Alas, things did not go as planned.
The owner of the houseboat, who was accompanying me on the taxi drive over to the lake, did not want to stop at the HBOA. He said that the houseboat was very safe and his family was very nice. I'd be safe.
To try to persuade him to stop I used logic, diplomacy, joking, and anger, but to no avail.
I sighed inside.
I had to do it. The thing that I swore when I was in elementary school that I'd never, EVER do.
I had to use my feminine wiles.
I opened my eyes really big, let my lips pout ever so slightly, and said in a soft voice,
"Please. . ."
He did the Indian head-wobble (more on that later) and said,
"I treata you lika my daughter," and he told the taxi driver to stop at the HBOA.
Success! But at what price? . . . .
I waited there for 15 minutes after I filled out their forms.
It was around after 10 minutes of waiting that I realized something: my cute Finnish guy didn't have feminine wiles to get the taxi to stop (at least I hope he didn't. . . )
It was around after 15 minutes of waiting and looking apologetically at the Houseboat Owner and taxi-wallah that I realized I'd forgotten my Finnish guy's name.
I got back into the taxi, dejected, because I'd really liked that Finnish guy and had been rejoicing that I'd found a potential travel partner so soon.
One of my little voices made me feel better through the following reasoning: don't lost hope, Zeo. Srinagar (the capital of Kashmir) can't be that big, you know he's staying on a houseboat, and there can't be that many of those or Finnish people, so you'll probably see him before you leave Kashmir 7 days from now.
But Srinagar was big, it had over one thousand houseboats, and while I didn't really see that many Finnish people (any at all, really), I didn't see much of anybodybecause I didn't get the chance to stay in Kashmir for 7 days.
So if you're Finnish, you were scammed into going to Kashmir, and you're cute, I"m sorry I didn't find you, but I have a really good excuse.
Really. I do.
It has to do with panic around the world, kidnappings, tears, an Evil Doctor and-
Hey, that happened to you too?!?!? Wow!
Well then, I guess I won't have to explain what happened. That's good because I just realized that despite my saying that I was too lazy to give you the details, I just went on a writing frenzy. I think it's just because talking about my lost Finnish guy makes me feel a lot better than thinking about what happens afterwards.
Unfortunately, I will have to give you the details about that, because it's quite impossible to relay the injustices and disappointment that happened if you don't know the whole story. But that's for another entry when my muse visits me again, and she seems to think that since I'm on vacation, she should be on vacation too.
Lazy girl.
Till next time,
Zee-O,
The Girl Who Thinks That It Would Be A Good Survival Tactic For Men To Develop Feminine Wiles
1 comment:
Very amusing. I was pleased to read an update. Others will also be happy to hear from your blog. i wonder if the Finnish guy will ever show up again? Or a friend of his? Always get their name and perhaps let them know your blog address so you can connect via the internet.
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