Martine

one birthday, two parties. that’s the way to go about things. one with parents, family, and family friends, and the other with friends, komler, kålrabistappe and tyrkisk pepper. who would have ever thought this took place in india? and all of this the week i (sans camera) saw my first random elephant in the street, spotted my first bollywood celebrity, aamir khan, met a nobel peace prize laureate and will be off to kolkata. hadippa.

me and my cake - thanks guro, hanne karen, katarina and monica for the perfect birthday cake

komler and kålrabistappe!

my parents at qutub minar - they brought their PIO cards and paid rs 10 each to enter. i forgot mine and paid rs 250.

one of the many tombs at qutub minar

the minar

festival season has come (and gone…) since i last blogged. though i have not had a chance to leave the city since shimla, delhi life has kept me busy. I have celebrated diwali, twice, gone to see a russian dance troop at jnu, met countless politicians, had four hundred guests over for a concert at the ambassador’s residence, and not least gone to my first ever festival in india.

next week my parents are coming to visit, and i will yet again be off exploring. this time kashmir and calcutta.

delhi student politics. interesting.

crazy russian dancers

festival of lights

lights, lights, and even more lights

playing cards as one does on diwali

i spent the entire evening taking pictures of the fireworks, and this is my only good one

we launched the norwegian government's india strategy this week. unfortunately, due to rain it was mostly used as makeshift umbrellas

secret garden and our improvised roof

frogfest