Monday, August 30, 2010
only 5 more sleeps
i didn't get sick, and despite my jaisalmer-desert camel guide's best efforts, was NOT sold to pakistan for 25 camels. yay! so, two floods and another hospital visit later, i am back in bangalore for the next 5 days. this is amazing as i am here for my friends birthday, and i saw my landlady for the last time before she undergoes surgery.
i haven't stopped reading for 10 days. love it.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
this is it!
Well, it appears the time has come. Today is the last day of my internship. 13 weeks already. And the last few days (weeks/months!) have been very busy… booking my travels for the next three weeks, preparing for my upcoming school year, housing arrangements, job hunting, finishing my projects here, filling out endless feedback forms, meetings meetings, trying to stay OUT of the bathroom, frantically trying to keep updated with news from home… writing writing writing, for the Bangalore newspaper, Janaagraha newspaper, Janaagraha blog, my blog, for the York newspaper, emails… entering photo contests, organizing conferences… trying to catch persistent mosquitos, trying to dodge traffic. I almost got hit by a bus on Monday. hahaha.aahahaha.ahahaa. I’m laughing out loud… such a cliché. It was actually two buses… hahahaaa. I dodged one bus and ran in front of another. This place is insane… This has been a vacation, but definitely not a vacation.
So, I have survived India so far… so far. 24 more sleeps to go though – perils outlined below.
Indian meanie #1: see above
Indian meanie #2: we counted on Wednesday that I have been sick (CONFINED to the bathroom) 8 times. 8 times. That’s every 1.6 weeks. That means every 11 days I am curled up on cold tile next to cold porcelain (dodging my pet cockroach and new eerie spider) in my bathroom. I’ve been hospitalized twice… (which is really just paying $5 to see a quack, who happens to practice in the hospital instead of a walk-in) for conditions not even related to the ladies room. These past few days were fun. Saturday night I chipped my two front teeth on a the-worst- beer-ever beer bottle (tiny tiny chips, but sharp boy). Monday night I ate deep fried chilis (enjoyed many times before) which, this time, almost killed me – I’m serious. Tuesday night, so tired, slipped in the shower, smacked my head, what felt like shattered my knee and foot and, like any stubborn fool, went to sleep. However, did NOT sleep… as a nasty creature had somehow entered my body at some point during the previous day or two, and felt he had had enough of me… and from midnight – 7am, made his way out. This was the 8th time.
Indian meanie # 3 – bombs. see below
Indian meanie # 4 – the heat. see below
Tomorrow morning I leave for Delhi. It is Independence Day on Sunday. Beth, the chickee I’m travelling with, is convinced we are going to be blown up.
For those who share this opinion, pleasssseee stop thinking this.
After Delhi, the Taj Mahal. 40 degrees. Then a three-city tour of the desert. The desert. Near the Pakistani border. I will not be blown up here either. Nor will I drown in floods. It’s the desert. After this, Beth leaves and I travel up north to the Himalayas with my new friend, Velu. After 6 days he leaves and I am alone in the mountains, with the Dalai Lama. I stay there until the 2nd, then I fly on the 4th and arrive on the 5th to see your smiles.
The computer techie down the hall, Satish, calls me Michael Jackson. So I guess, this is it...
Joc
