Fuzzy Duck

The last day of an amazing year for us and James finally got his hair cut. We didn't see the first attempt as he had already washed his hair but apparently the hairdresser dried his hair into an old school Indian bouffant style! Whilst James was losing a few pounds of hair weight M, D and I went for another CCD for breakfast and along the way attempted to donate a few of Dad's old shirts. I offered them to two guys who were selling clothes on the side of the street but they didn't want them so I just left the bag by a ditch where we had seen people searching for water bottles. By the time we came back from a leisurely coffee the bag was…. still there, Dad's shirts just do not meet the high standard of Indian fashion!

The train to Jaipur was seated and a better standard then the last train but Dad still wouldn't eat the delicious lunch time samosa. Mum was very brave and ate hers, despite it being a bit too spicy for her liking. We saw some interesting sights as we left Agra city and headed back through the countryside. James was laughing a lot at the hordes of people all running to wave at the train. There were the standard pooing sights and a few rubbish tips along the way!

Our hotel in Jaipur was certainly not as fancy as the Radisson but has beautiful gardens and is a period building, very colonial and a lovely homely atmosphere. To top it off there also happens to be an amazing restaurant serving great curries at a reasonable price just a two minute walk away. Before James and I were shown to our room James was keen to find out how we could get our hands on some alcohol. Now we are back into Rajasthan it can sometimes be tricky. So the lovely, quite posh hotel owner asks if there is anything she can help us with and James, in typical Wiper fashion, says 'alcohol, where can we get some?' she answers 'oh I am not sure (asks the doorman something in Hindi)' James asks 'beer, do you have beer?' and before she gets a chance to answer 'and wine, where can we get beer and wine?'. The poor woman looked a little shell shocked and had no idea where we could get alcohol but luckily the doorman had all the answers!

Dad, James and I ate a lot of curry and naan but Mum claimed 'eating's cheating' so only had a small portion, in preparation for our NYE 'party'. James had managed to get his hands on some beer and wine and we set up a uni style drinking den and the classic ring of fire. We couldn't have sat in M&D's room as it had an old peoples smell about it, the owner did get them some rose smelling incense which helped a bit! We taught M&D all of our favourite drinking games including;

· 21-which they were amazing at!

· Vegetable game-they found this hilarious/stupid-so perfect for Dad!

· G'day, Neighbours game- James proved he was still terrible at this game and that is why he hates it!

· Pose and thumb master was a winner and they both got a little carried away so we had to restrict it to only three poses.

· Fuzzy Duck, the funniest games of them all and resulted in me hearing a few choice words from both M&D that I have never heard from them before!

The night culminated into laughing about and imitating Gail and her exclamation last year. We went to the front of the hotel where we watched a small firework display from the nearby hotel and shouted 'THIS IS IT!' An extremely funny and enlightening way to bring in 2014!