On the road again...
Dear Scott- happy birthday. I hope that you are kickin' it 25 style.
Also, Nessie- I know I asked about your birthday earlier but never sent an official birthday shout out, as I was in Myanmar at the time. Sorry, dood. But here it is now- Happy birthday Vanessa!
Now here's the short view:
Eben got worms. We abandonned him in Rishikesh. Kerria and I headed to Chandigarh and then to Amritsar where we are now. Eben may or may not still have worms. I may or may not have worms. I just don't want to know...
The slightly longer view:
Chandigarh is a city planned by Le Corbusier. It is filled with parks and sidewalks. And no cows. It is a physical manifestation of the 1950s "modern" hope for the future. Weird. There is an odd site there where some man made a stone garden of discarded industrial products, such as broken bangles. There was also a huge compound with swings everywhere and a wedding for seemingly about 50 billion people being prepared. We were shown around Chandigarh by an elderly Sikh gentleman named Narinder Singh. This tour included free food and a lot of free sweets at his friend's restaurant. He kept calling himself our good grandpapa and saying how very very happy he was to be walking/talking/eating with us. Even Kerria smoking made him happy.
Amritsar is home to the Golden Temple, where we are now staying and eating (completely free, as is customary in Sikh temples). There are no words to describe it. It is one of the holiest sites in Sikhism and has an amazing atmosphere. Day trips have included going to see goosestepping Pakistani and India soldiers who yell at each other in front of cheering crowds during the border closing ceremony at Wagah yesterday and today attending a carnival-esque Hindu temple bedecked in tinsel that you must duck through caves and walk through ankle-deep water to travel through.
Lastly, I have a new email account- thenatmaster@gmail.com. Please write to me so that i know it is working and so that i have your email addresses again. I am too lazy to import them all from hotmail.
Also, Nessie- I know I asked about your birthday earlier but never sent an official birthday shout out, as I was in Myanmar at the time. Sorry, dood. But here it is now- Happy birthday Vanessa!
Now here's the short view:
Eben got worms. We abandonned him in Rishikesh. Kerria and I headed to Chandigarh and then to Amritsar where we are now. Eben may or may not still have worms. I may or may not have worms. I just don't want to know...
The slightly longer view:
Chandigarh is a city planned by Le Corbusier. It is filled with parks and sidewalks. And no cows. It is a physical manifestation of the 1950s "modern" hope for the future. Weird. There is an odd site there where some man made a stone garden of discarded industrial products, such as broken bangles. There was also a huge compound with swings everywhere and a wedding for seemingly about 50 billion people being prepared. We were shown around Chandigarh by an elderly Sikh gentleman named Narinder Singh. This tour included free food and a lot of free sweets at his friend's restaurant. He kept calling himself our good grandpapa and saying how very very happy he was to be walking/talking/eating with us. Even Kerria smoking made him happy.
Amritsar is home to the Golden Temple, where we are now staying and eating (completely free, as is customary in Sikh temples). There are no words to describe it. It is one of the holiest sites in Sikhism and has an amazing atmosphere. Day trips have included going to see goosestepping Pakistani and India soldiers who yell at each other in front of cheering crowds during the border closing ceremony at Wagah yesterday and today attending a carnival-esque Hindu temple bedecked in tinsel that you must duck through caves and walk through ankle-deep water to travel through.
Lastly, I have a new email account- thenatmaster@gmail.com. Please write to me so that i know it is working and so that i have your email addresses again. I am too lazy to import them all from hotmail.
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