My Favourite Methods of Deterring Hawkers:
1) Hawker: 'Hello friend, where you from?'
Hawkee: 'Delhi.'
2) Hawker: 'Hey man, you English?'
Hawkee: 'Deutsch.'
3) Hawker: 'Hello/ Excuse me/ You like rickshaw? Very cheap/ Good sir, you want some jewellery? Indian price, very good.'
Hawkee blows raspberry in response to every question.
And last but by no means least, the old classic:
4) Hawker: 'Hey man, how are you?'
Hawkee: 'Hey man, how are you?'
Hawker: 'I'm ok thanks. You want grass?'
Hawkee: 'I'm ok thanks. You want grass?'
Hawker: 'No, man, YOU want grass. I give YOU grass.'
Hawkee: 'No, man, YOU want grass. I give YOU grass.'
Hawker: 'Hey man, what's the problem? You very strange.'
Hawkee: 'Hey man, what's the problem? You very strange.'
and so on.
Having said that, I've left the stressful towns behind now and am currently reposing in wonderful, wonderful, peaceful Pushkar. More on this tomorrow - a concert in the old Hindu temple at the centre of town is due to start in 15 minutes.
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hmmmm...familiar...sure have used that one on mum a few times! sounds like you getting a good grip on things there, settling in. wish i was with you. am off to milan tomorrow, armed with all the necessaries- hair straightners, fake tan and 6 pairs of shoes (4 days) probably best i never leave europe, i certainly wouldnt do much for your much improving Raj cred. ciao bella. lots of love xxx
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