APRIL FOOLS!

There are certain ways in which India has snuck up on us and changed us. We've stopped keeping track of what day of the week it is. We take long beach walks in utter introspective silence. We shop in local markets and stay away from the other tourists as much as possible. We no longer get frusterated when we have to go to five different places to find one yoga class. We don't stomp around anymore when the power goes out at the cyber cafe in mid-email. We don't get pissed when half the menu items are unavailable. We've grown accustomed to the mosquito infested toilets with no TP and brown rinse water. Indeed our ankles are covered in mozzie bites. We've travelled by car, bus, rickshaw, bicycle, plane, train, ferry, houseboat, and moped. We know nothing about the next town we're going to accept that the train for it leaves today at 3:30pm. We've slept very little in the last two days. And yet we are happy. Happy enough to sing homespun ballads odeing to mango juice. Happy enough to bathe unashamedly in the same river with elephants. Happy enough to run hootin and hollerin down the road during a pre-monsoon torrential downpour. These are just a few of the ways in which India has snuck up on us...