|Katie Foster at The Taj Mahal|
This is not just any trip to India. This is the ultimate elegant journey. My sister Paty Barr’s impending trip to Dubai gives rise to a plan for adding a second destination. We take no time at all to decide on India. The mysterious history of Sultans and Maharajahs with their harems, the mystical aura of exotic temples and palaces, the visions of us wrapped in stunningly beautiful saris, plus elephants and tigers – oh my! Besides, both Paty and I missed the 1960s backpacking across India rite of passage.
|Chandi Chowk Is Totally Bazaar|
|Yoga Class or I'm a Little Teacup|
We are treated like royalty. It is total paradise. All of this is possible thanks to the flawless (and I mean flawless) preparations made by Vivek at Elegant Journeys. The first decision we make is which mode of travel to use. Backpacking is still a rite of passage, but we feel we are well past that stage. Local trains could be interesting and different. “Madam, four unescorted American women traveling on a train through India is not a wise choice,” was the demur suggestion from Vivek.
|With Our Driver Manoj (Hint: the Brown One)|
Arriving in Dehli airport, we are met by an army of service people from the Oberoi Hotel and Elegant Journeys, who quickly escort us through customs, collect the overabundance of luggage some of us brought (not naming names here) and whisk us to our hotel. This is our first taste of the royal treatment that will become the signature of our trip.
Initial India observations: Traffic! Crazy drivers! We are all going to die! Whose suicidal idea was the road trip? It takes a few days to
realize that Indian drivers are not the world's worst, they are the best. It is true no one follows the traffic lanes painted on the
road (“they are just a suggestion”), which causes total mayhem.
|Drive Like You've Got The Biggest Karma On The Road|
|Honk If You're Horny or Indian|
|I Always Wondered Where The Partridge Family Went|
|Use Your Head In Traffic|
|A Golf Cart and a Lawn Mower Had a Love Child|
Katie Foster is a spicy girl who lives in Dubai and wanders around the Middle East. Unlike the famous British Spice Girls, she's not a ho and speaks comprehendible English.