The journey here included a four-hour bus ride on a bus with no windows (except for the wind shield). The ride was windy, it was dusty and it was jerky. I first whined a bit about this in my head, before I realized that the alternative would have been even worse: a bus with no air condition and windows in this heat. I would have reached Munnar looking and feeling like Kentucky-fried Chicken. Instead I put my sunglasses on and wrapped a shawl around my head. I was shooting for a glamorous Grace Kelly look, but believe I landed somewhere closer to a Muslim grandma. The radio was blasting Indian music, that whining kind where the voices sometimes sound like violins instead of human singing. For three hours and thirty minutes, the music was blasting and it was the same Indian music. All of a sudden I hear:
“Hello Barbie”!
“Hi Ken!”
“You wanna go for a ride?”
“Sure, Ken!”
I sat up in my seat. This can not be?! But oh yes, it certainly was! After three and a half hours of Indian folk music, all of a sudden Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” was blasted in the speakers. As soon as the song was over, the music switched back to the same Hindu-speaking, violin-squeeking music as before. Totally and utterly random. I shook my head and laughed hysterically inside. India never fails to surprise me.
“Come on Barbie, let’s go party!”
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