A week in the center of small town india is full of juxta_lot_of_things.
First there was the gym experience. A trainer in the hotel I am living in was trying to stop a family from using the machines with no shoes while their young daughter nearly got clobbered by a machine as she ran around unsupervised. and a man had a cup of tea served to him while doing an ab workout.
or perhaps the fabulously bad architecture – what is with the square formatting?
or the very poor roadside home.
then it could be the University I am meant to be working for that only exists on a road sign or in a hotel conference room that we work at for 9 hours a day … ugh
or the noise pollution from the constant blasting of horns – yes the traffic is beyond chaotic – going the wrong way along a street is the norm and cows just plonk their arses in the middle of the road.
and believe it or not – it is pilgrimage season – a month of mostly men (99%) dressed in orange with poles and water walking 100’s of kilometers in orange.
Please note the enthusiasm at the end of the pilgrims road and the special treat I was given from a guard who took a selfie with me and cared for my sandals while I was moshing with the crowds for a blessing with Shiva.
BUT the best part today was walking the final 4 kms to the pilgrimage end with a bunch of delightful village women! Gotta say women rock!
and my favorite part of the day – my morning walk with a chai break!
Ahhh what the hell am I doing?