Day thirteen: Freeday!

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I watch the bush­es being watered as I chat with Michael.

Woke up at 8:30 and I’m in the court­yard chat­ting with Michael (retiree from Berlin), who is leav­ing this morn­ing to Varkala. Last night at the Shiva fes­ti­val some­one grabbed me to reveal that some­one (anoth­er some­one appar­ent­ly) has “a crush” on me. Me: “Ahun. May I know who?” She: “Does it make a dif­fer­ence?” Me: “Not real­ly. Most of the peo­ple I met here I like. Guys and girls.” She: “Oh! Guys too! Why would you say that?” Me: “Well we live in a met­ro­sex­u­al world so I under­stand it could be either. I’m flat­tered either way.” She: “Well I promised not to tell.”

Flashbacks to Grade 4. :) Om Nama Shivaya.

Our day off was kind of a repeat of last week’s, but fun any­way. Trivandrum Academy of Magic (which we pulled out of Lonely Planet) then Kovalam. Our rick­shaw dri­ver Raji was fun — lots of singing and danc­ing in that tiny tin cab­in.

Rickshaw man­ag­er ignores our attempts to bar­gain his price down.

The dhoti is a rec­tan­gu­lar cloth wrapped around the legs and knot­ted at the waist.

Dhotis are com­fort­able for var­i­ous dai­ly activ­i­ties, like nap­ping in a busy mar­ket.

Lunch at the same place (checked out their rooms since we might spend our last cou­ple of nights here), bought a chess­board (bar­gained down from 1600 Rs to 360 Rs), threw up once, had won­der­ful rice and noo­dle soup at the German Bakery (for­got Siddhartha and my yel­low card there but thank­ful­ly found them again), had 3 Cokes (first since com­ing here), a man­go-vanil­la pop­si­cle, some very tasty (but super-hot!) chick­peas, and did tons of text-mes­sag­ing with my dar­lings back home. Also man­aged to go online for the first time since com­ing here (50 Facebook mes­sages and 50 emails — not too bad). Replied to some.

Missed sat­sang since we got back late — no big­gie — met my new dor­m­mate Robin (from Nepal), who is here for the Ayurvedic con­fer­ence.

I’m now con­vinced that Asia is my favorite con­ti­nent. So much to see and so lit­tle time. Life is indeed too short.

Reading time then bed time! Om, out.

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MrsMoody March 29, 2010 at 9:34 am

It reminds me of my home country, Indonesia. It's not so much different than India, thanks for sharing this!

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MrsMoody March 29, 2010 at 11:34 am

It reminds me of my home country, Indonesia. It's not so much different than India, thanks for sharing this!

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Meedo March 29, 2010 at 9:37 am

MrsMoody --

Thanks for dropping by and for your comments. I've never been to Indonesia (the closest I've gotten so far is Malaysia) but hope to visit soon! Best, M.

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Meedo March 29, 2010 at 11:37 am

MrsMoody --

Thanks for dropping by and for your comments. I've never been to Indonesia (the closest I've gotten so far is Malaysia) but hope to visit soon! Best, M.

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Mona March 30, 2010 at 6:45 am

This scene is found every where in this world even in most prestigious cities in America like San Francisco, but we call this the 3rd world country and the united states the first world country. It is funny how this world is categorized!!

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Mona March 30, 2010 at 8:45 am

This scene is found every where in this world even in most prestigious cities in America like San Francisco, but we call this the 3rd world country and the united states the first world country. It is funny how this world is categorized!!

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Meedo March 30, 2010 at 9:23 am

True. Those categories are meaningless!

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Meedo March 30, 2010 at 11:23 am

True. Those categories are meaningless!

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