Shankar's point of view on us

In the past few  days we have been traveling from city to city with a hired driver because India is a right-hand drive country. Our driver Shankar has been very good because picking out a hotel at every city is very hard.  For example we need: internet in the room, a room that’s not too expensive, a good neighborhood, a clean room and a hot shower. So I decided to write a blog post from Shankar’s perspective, as if he was writing a journal.

Day One

Today I picked up my latest group, they are 5 smiley Canadian tourists that are very new to this country.   We are enroute to Jaipur  and they don’t know where they want to go. When we arrived at Jaipur they were all hungry so I took them to the usual restaurant  but the father took one look at it said move on. I took them to the other one across town which  he didn’t like  it either.  He said that they were experienced travelers and asked me where I would go to eat. When I  took him to my favorite restaurant in town he rejected that one too! So finally he told me to take us back to the first one! What picky people they are.

Day Two

I went to there hotel at the usual time today to pick them up so they could go see the fort of Jaipur. But when I got there the mother, Caro,l said that the father was horribly sick something about the water. So I waited there the whole day but they never came out

Day Three

Once again I went to their hotel at 10 today and Carol said that the father was still sick and that later she wanted to go to a store.

Day Four

The finest elephant riders there are!

Today they finally decided to go to Agra. Little did I know how much pain that would cost me. We got to Agra in the dark because they stayed so long at a mosque along the way. So it took  twice the time to get into the city. When we finally got to the first hotel I had laid out for them, the father instantly said, “no”, because it cost  too much. I  expected this so I took them to a slightly cheaper one which he denied because it only had internet in the lobby and it was too much. The next one I took them to was not as nice as any of the others and again he said,  “no” to that one because it was too dirty and had no internet. The next one I took them to was too much once again.  The one after that  seemed to be ok but when the father looked at the room  he said something about not being able to block up the bed.  The next one had  no internet in the rooms. About half an hour later they decided to go back to the one that had no internet in the room, but after they unpacked everything from the car, the  guy at the desk said that the father heard the price wrong and it was too much so we had to pack everything back in the car. These people need so many things just to stay a few nights in a hotel! Ii wonder how annoying they are in Canada. When we got back in the car I  finally learned that  the father’s name  was John (what an odd name).  He  said that we would like to go back to the first one because it had a pool. But of course the pool didn’t work so finally we went back to the one that  was more expensive.  I don’t understand these people!

Day Five

So it turns out that the hotel they are in now is perfect for them and they would like to spend a few days here.  Finally a break from them!

Oh my dad and his poop houses
(cow patty houses!)

Yea, my famliy adopted a goat