India

I’ve start­ed get­ting used to the faces around me: There’s Mafi­dash (Corinne and I can’t remem­ber his name) from Maine, who has a huge beard and gave me a book. There’s Chris­sy from Toron­to, who got into a rick­shaw acci­dent on her way here and has ban­dages all over her face.

What was in a sense my busiest day so far is the day I have the least to write about and is also the day I took the most pic­tures. Few­er words, more images. Trivan­drum and Kovalam by rick­shaw, an Om tat­too on the inner right ankle, rit­u­al prayer (puja) to the Divine Moth­er, and I wore local cloth­ing — a nice change from my dai­ly cos­tume of white T‑shirt.