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Still in Hampi. S's passport arrives tomorrow, and the day after that a shipment of books from WxW that S needs for his application to the US embassy. We'll be moving on from here in a day or so, to Tamil Nadu, the US embassy there. After that, bigtime train ride to Amritsar, on to Delhi and home (for me, and S will follow me in a few weeks, insha'allah)
I'm ready to come home. Maybe a little homesick. I may feel differently after seeing Delhi, but right now, I'm tired of being hot and dirty. Miss my dog. Still love India, but I'll be a little more savvy next time I come here.
It is SO HOT. I wilt around 2 PM and take naps on our porch. Then I wake up around 3 or so, in time for a snack and then in a couple hours, a beer. Hampi's beautiful, and we've been hanging on the porch with our cool neighbor, J, a Canadian guy from Vancouver which pepped me up a lot, having rapid fire English conversations. We met another cool couple here from Wyoming the other day, and hung with them for a pleasant couple of hours (if you guys are reading this, you NEED to open that Indian restaurant you were talking about, it'd be huge!)
Sreenu's out getting us an order of the World's Best Fish from the dirty little home-restaurant that I love. We'll have a beer, I'll feed the fish skins to the poor little pups that run around here and we'll snoooze.
The dogs. There are 4-5 little dogs that run around the Shanti guest house. A mother and two pups, the one-eyed dog and another brown dog. One of the pups has a bad case of mange, and is always scratching and whining. The other pup has an untreated broken leg, and I'm getting worried 'cos I've not seen him all day today. The one-eyed dog has taken up residence on our porch, and barks whenever anyone gets near the porch while I'm napping. The little guy uses his one good eye to maximum effect while I'm eating, and always gets a snack or two - hence his adoration. The mother dog is starving, and had a small case of mange. Her pups are still trying to nurse, but she's so skinny . . . argh. Must. Not. Think. About. Bringing. Stray. Dogs. Home. NO!
The tourist season is really winding down here in Hampi, and there are not many people left here. We watched a couple farmers harvest the rice in one of the paddies that is visible from our porch the other day, and that was pretty cool. All the rice that was harvested was piled on a tarp to dry out on the road . . . something I'd never seen before.
Yesterday, it POURED rain, like monsoon-quality rain. It was a beautiful thing, and I stayed out on the porch for the entire time 'cos it got so blissfully cool. Really refreshing. The heat has become so intense here that I can't stand to be out from the hours of about 1:30ish to 3:30 or so. Monsoon/rainy season starts soon, and that will be welcome.
Ah, but I'm actually starting to think about my life back in Chicago again. That is, if I still have a life there, hahahaha!!! Maybe it's because they have a wood-burning stove here at the Shanti, and I've been eating the delish little pizzas that come out of it!
I'm ready to come home. Maybe a little homesick. I may feel differently after seeing Delhi, but right now, I'm tired of being hot and dirty. Miss my dog. Still love India, but I'll be a little more savvy next time I come here.
It is SO HOT. I wilt around 2 PM and take naps on our porch. Then I wake up around 3 or so, in time for a snack and then in a couple hours, a beer. Hampi's beautiful, and we've been hanging on the porch with our cool neighbor, J, a Canadian guy from Vancouver which pepped me up a lot, having rapid fire English conversations. We met another cool couple here from Wyoming the other day, and hung with them for a pleasant couple of hours (if you guys are reading this, you NEED to open that Indian restaurant you were talking about, it'd be huge!)
Sreenu's out getting us an order of the World's Best Fish from the dirty little home-restaurant that I love. We'll have a beer, I'll feed the fish skins to the poor little pups that run around here and we'll snoooze.
The dogs. There are 4-5 little dogs that run around the Shanti guest house. A mother and two pups, the one-eyed dog and another brown dog. One of the pups has a bad case of mange, and is always scratching and whining. The other pup has an untreated broken leg, and I'm getting worried 'cos I've not seen him all day today. The one-eyed dog has taken up residence on our porch, and barks whenever anyone gets near the porch while I'm napping. The little guy uses his one good eye to maximum effect while I'm eating, and always gets a snack or two - hence his adoration. The mother dog is starving, and had a small case of mange. Her pups are still trying to nurse, but she's so skinny . . . argh. Must. Not. Think. About. Bringing. Stray. Dogs. Home. NO!
The tourist season is really winding down here in Hampi, and there are not many people left here. We watched a couple farmers harvest the rice in one of the paddies that is visible from our porch the other day, and that was pretty cool. All the rice that was harvested was piled on a tarp to dry out on the road . . . something I'd never seen before.
Yesterday, it POURED rain, like monsoon-quality rain. It was a beautiful thing, and I stayed out on the porch for the entire time 'cos it got so blissfully cool. Really refreshing. The heat has become so intense here that I can't stand to be out from the hours of about 1:30ish to 3:30 or so. Monsoon/rainy season starts soon, and that will be welcome.
Ah, but I'm actually starting to think about my life back in Chicago again. That is, if I still have a life there, hahahaha!!! Maybe it's because they have a wood-burning stove here at the Shanti, and I've been eating the delish little pizzas that come out of it!