midpoint

internet connections are not always readily available here, even though driving through the streets one will see the ubiquitous “i.s.o. s.t.d.” signs all over the place, which we know have something to do with a telephone/internet connection.

but, more to the point, we have been busy. any image one can conjour up upon the thought of India, more than likely we have been there, done that, taken pictures, gotten the tshirt.

I saw a snake charmer (and had a cobra around my neck), sipped wine on the back of an elephant, had a camel almost fling me off his back, rode countless rickshaws through crowded city streets, visited the Taj Mahal, had a New Year’s celebration at what was once a Palace of the Maharaja (and won a prize for being the best dressed male there), eaten spicier food than I have ever had back home, gotten really sick because of it (I’m fine now), and all around been treated like a visiting king. The only time the men stop and stare more at me than Brittany is when I have been wearing my kurta and turban (there are plenty of pictures), at which point they must only assume I’m rather important. But, considering we were featured in around fourteen of the top newspapers in Bangalore and India as a whole on the first day we arrived, we might as well be.

We head tomorrow back to Bangalore, to the fourth hotel in four nights. A few more days remain.