We left Aurangabad with good intentions...you know it doesn't end well! Packed the night before, got up early to get breakfast and go to a mausoleum...sort of a mini Taj Mahal. Story is, a rock star named Big Willie...I don't know what the Indian translation is...but he met, and fell in love with a groupie named Trixie. Apparently Trixie had a huge set of lungs on her...sort of a cross between Aretha Franklin and Kitty Wells...and Trixie could sing, gargle, and play the violin at the same time! This drove Big Willie CRAZY...the first time he saw her do that he kind of wet his pants and stuff! Big Willie loved Trixie, and Trixie loved Big Willie, but this love story was not to be. Trixie had a thing for naked sky diving...the chute didn't open and she was impaled on Big Willies flag pole while Big Willie sunbathed. To say the least, Big Willie was crushed! He build this mausoleum as tribute, and called it the Trixie Mahal...
I don't know what the hell these guys were up to, but they held onto the escalator like they were being pushed out of an airplane, screamed like little girls when the plane took off, and had a pool going as to who could get into the bathroom the most...other than that, an uneventful flight!
Cassandra was sitting on the partition half way down the non-reflecting pool, drawing...
This is the window looking out from Trixie's burial room...couldn't show the casket for licensing reasons. I don't think this was the first time Trixie slid down a pole...well, enough about that...
Big Willie did a fine job...I thought it was a little crass to have the flag pole through the casket, but what do I know?
We had to run out of the Trixie Mahal to check out of our hotel...the one that a worker tried to break into our room while we were in it to rob us...and then get to our plane. The corpse was still hanging on the pole where I left him...as a warning NOT to mess with TLD...that was good! We climbed into the cab with the trembling cab driver, and headed off to the airport. Turns out, in all our haste, we had missed the fact that the plane was delayed 4 hours, and we would miss our connection to Kochi! The airline was very upset that a big star like me was inconvenienced, so they comped us a room at the Novotel for the night in Hyderabad. Ya, I'm just shittin' ya...we missed our f'n connection by 15 minutes, and had to get a room close to the airport to fly out the next day. Novotel is a nice hotel...Cassandra said she was going to make to most of it and went for a swim at 8 pm...crazy old broad that she is! Got to the airport early the next day only to find some sort of frat party going on, boarding our flight...crazy bare foot guys in dresses with their lunch on their heads...I know it sounds crazy, but there ya have it!
So tomorrow we are off to Lakshadweep...some tropical paradise in the middle of nowhere with no internet that we know of...sounds pretty good though...ya jealous?
