60s to 2004 hows it changed???

wonderwomanusa

Ah, but some of us instigate meetups where we live or where we're travelling, and find it possible to DO the face-to-face bit. You might try it; I'll bet there are enough IM members in Dallas-Ft. Worth to sit down together!

I will admit to being taken aback when I walked out of a cybercafe on the East Coast of India and someone walked up to me and said "Aren't you wonderwoman?" She'd seen that I was in the same town and looked for me .. and we had a great two-day meetup!

Aishah

Your post, Wonderwoman, has prompted me to say over the last few months I've met quite a few IM members here, Delhi and up at Landour. It's really great to meet them and have a good 'chinwag' as we call much chatting.
One thought, Gardener, is there any group of people with a common interest who meet now and then in your community? When I was in the Blue Mountains there were all sorts of terrific groups like this - Writers' Centre (not just for writers but also anyone interested in books and poetry)Adult Education activities (many very interesting ones - crafts, history, science, embroidery etc. a huge range of topics), Conservation Society where good bushwalks were arranged, music groups - anything from choir to African drumming - belly dancing etc. These are wonderful for meeting people and making good friends.

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I've met quite a few people through Indiamike. Always a pleasure when someone visiting the area gets in touch.

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reneeautumn

Yeah, I've been posting on a feminist message board since, Lord, 2001, and I've met people all over the US. When I lived in Prague, I hosted a European meet-up with people from Vienna, Tel Aviv (not quite Europe...) and the Netherlands. I'm hoping I can meet a couple of people through the travel partners part of IM.

liverpool les

Does anyone remember the tea shop on anjuna beach 75/76, they had a spider monkey, it was on a lead attached to a tree stump or log of some sort, anyway after a while they got a puppy at the tea shop, everyday I used to feed the monkey,the new puppy came over and i stroked it, the monkey took offence to this and bit me badly on the arm, sunk it teeth right in and shook its head while its teeth were still embeded in my arm, the monkey died 3 days later frothing at the mouth, I was crapping myself for weeks thinking it had rabies but was too scared to go the hospital to have it checked out, obviously it didnt have rabies otherwise dont think I'd still be here.

liverpool les

some great links to photo's here for anyone who was in india 1970's http://www.goaheadspace.com/stonedpig/links.html

http://www.roadtogoa.com/index.html

Canada Paul

Les;
I do remember a Monkey at Bobby's Chai Shop. That's the chai shop that was at the end of the road from Mapsa. If you didn't take the left turn and go through Anjuna itself, but kept going all the way, you ended up at the cliffs, overlooking the sea. Facing the sea, Anjuna Beach was to the left, a very short walk. The chai shop right there was ran by an Indian Girl named Bobby, so everybody called the place Bobby's Chai Shop. Her mother made the best dahl, so it was a treat when you happened to go there on a day when Mama made a batch of dahl.

Sometime late in the season a spider monkey, on a leash, showed up. I don't remember who's monkey it was, something to do with someone at the chai shop. Bobby had a large family so it could have come from anywhere. Or maybe one of her regular customers left it behind when he or she 'moved on down the road'. I don't know.

I do remember that my Turkish buddy, Nazif, decided that he was going to teach that monkey some manners. I have a picture in my head of the big, booming Turk, holding onto the leash with one hand so that the monkey only had about one foot of rope. With the other hand he was wagging a finger in the monkey's face. He was shouting, as loudly as he could, "NO, MONKEY!! NO!...MONKEY!! MONKEY! NO! NO! MONKEY NO!!!" Needless to say, the monkey was absolutely terrified of Nazif. He was screeching and jumping and pulling and going up he wall and down to the floor and up and around, remember he only had a foot of rope. Finally the monkey found one or two inches of refuge in a window frame, so he cowered in there while Nazif hollered at him. The Turk never did hit the monkey, or harm him physically. He just scared the hell out of him. I'm thinking that the whole thing may have started because the monkey bit Nazif. A couple of days later I asked Nazif something about the monkey and hesaid something like, "Pah!! That monkey no good! The Monkey is no-good animal. They are dirty animal. Maybe is possible they have disease! The monkey no good. He don't listen. Not like dog. Dog is good animal. Monkey no good."

It wasn't very funny at the time, but it makes for a funny story now.

I wonder if it was the same monkey that bit you, Les.

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liverpool les

Hi Paul it very well could of been, wonder if it bit someone else and they poisoned it, as i said it died frothing at the mouth a few days after biting me, it scared the hell out of me cos a few dogs had died from rabies at the same time.

Havent been on here for a week or so, been searching my ancester, on a site, doing a family tree, for my mum and dad, all last week. got back too 1835 so far with about 200 members in the tree. anyway catch up soon best wishes les.

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Gardener972

Just thinking... I grew up in a small town of 5,000 people with virtually no crime so I was so trusting of everyone (to a fault). Our daughter grew up in Dallas hearing about lots of crime all around the city so she's not trusting of people at all. She's also a lot like her dad who grew up just outside NYC. I'm the one that's always wanting to push the limits and explore and trying to get our daughter to be curious! Maybe that's just not the nature of some people, don't know. What do you all think... does town size have any bearing on how adventurous a person is??

PeakXV

I think it can have some degree of influence on you, as can your parents social guidance, allowances & protocols, & also the people you come in contact with & influenced by in your formative years.

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camelgirl

I don't think so. If it did, people who are adventurous would mostly come from one type of environment. It doesn't seem to work that way. The people I've know through the years came from places where they were the rare exception to break away. I'm the only person in my family and neighborhood and peer group who had a strong desire to travel. That's been true for many people I've met--first in the family. In fact, most of the people I know who traveled with their families when they were young did not "catch the travel bug."

Obviously, there are people who come from families or places where traveling is expected--like the one or two years young Aussies travel. Or the after army service for young Israeli's.

Lot's of reasons besides town size.

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Canada Paul

Well...

I also grew up in a small town of 5,000 people in North Ontario, with no crime. We didn't lock our doors, everybody left their keys in their cars' ignitions. Nobody that I knew as a kid in that town still lives in that town. Nobody.

I took off to India by myself when I was 19 years old. I needed to see the world, experience different cultures and ways of life. India was definitely different, and I soaked it up.

When I went back to India the following year, I brought a friend with me. He grew up in the big city (Toronto). He really had a hard time with the different culture and the different customs. He thought that everybody should try to understand the way he was used to living and eating and thinking. He went to great pains trying to explain to the Indians how he wanted his toast buttered. It frustrated him when they totally didn't get it. When we got to New Delhi he put down roots and it was hard to get him to go anyplace. I took my side trips to Manali and Varanasi by myself while he stayed at the hotel in New Delhi.

I don't know if that means that small town = adventurous spirit and big city = Stay where you are. It's just what happened in my life.

Nick-H

I grew up (15-20) in a small town with a population of about 4,000. It was an idylic Cornish fishing town ---with high unemployment and a high crime rate!

Canada Paul

Hah!!!
A small town with a high crime rate! Nick you just shattered my image of a small town. Well, it takes all kinds I suppose. That's what make the world go around.
I'm envisioning gangs or marauding young car thieves with leather jackets and switch blades.

Nick-H

The English rural idyll seems to bore youngsters into drug and alcohol abuse these days. Serious problem in many places.