At last, a connection, no power cut (for the moment)

I felt well sad leaving Jaipur and my good friends recently made. Also, had time on the train to start feeling home sick (strange expression that, you`d think it meant the opposite, there must be a technical term for that..... Rosie ?) Arriving at Udaipur you are confronted with the ubiquitous filth, squallour, and abject poverty that you see everywhere. Combined with the COLD nights and bedrooms without heating, I decided to get the hell out of Dodge, go straigt to Goa. Not so easy,mate, bookings for sleepers need to be made at least 2 weeks before. So instead I explore and finally very pleased I stayed. Buildings painted sky-blue, narrow twisting alleys, full of art shops selling miniature paintings on sink of the Mughal era, truly amazing when you look under a magnifying glass, and lovely happy smiling people. Changed hotels for a cheaper one, on the 3rd floor overlooking the Maharaja`s palace and the lake palace where`Octopussy` was filmed., much better. I have to wonder about guides like lonley planet. Next on the plan, a cookery course. Along with A Danish boy, 2 Norweian girls and 3 ladies from Geogia, we made a real student masala. We learned to make Masala Tchai, a Paneer ( sort of unfermented cheese) Biriani vegetable Rice, Veg cutlets with Korma sauce and Kashmiri tea. All was going great till my lunch declared that it had not been made in a european kitchen and proceeded a sleepless night and much sweating and shivvering. Leave you in suspense now, see if you can guess the outcome? (I must be slowing down or train lagged but there is no toolbar here to upload photos, always something, aaaagh.)