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:learning the hard way episode 23 - INDIA for crazy people...

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Dance Party at Devarajas

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Devarajas Market

Tibetan Monastery
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Three Buddhas

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dog murderer

won lawsuit judgement for 7 rupees!
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ankle damage

you should see the rickshaw
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rising bruise and bump on right thigh

The smell that surrounds you...
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more garbage dump next to house

OOoooOoo, that smell...
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Garbage dump next to my house

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nick at kevin's

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dancing at kevin's

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entry to shala

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the second floor is where I stay

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three yoga students discussing coconuts

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cow resting in major rotary

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split bill stork at bird sanctuary on grey day

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Monday, May 30, 2005

masala cross dressing
I met my first Mysore transvestite beggar today.  I almost got bitch slapped by him because I wouldn't give him any money - but I should have because he had a great swish and looked fabulous in his sari and leatherette purse.  I really thought it was a woman until she sat down next to me and I got a good look at her five o'clock shadow and the faint hint of mustashio.  And so it goes.  There's always someone more fabulous than me. I travel half way around the world to a place where I am the only white person for miles and I get upstaged by a mumbai trannie.  I need a better sari.
9:31 am edt

Sunday, May 29, 2005

what is a rupee to you?
I'm not really sure what to write but I feel compelled to make some kind of entry here since I am now in Mysore and have started finding my way around, sort of.  There are all kinds of crazy bird sounds in the morning but I can't see them.  I keep thinking about the "Ladies Frisking Area" at the security point at both the Bombay and Chennai airports.  I figure it was so much fun the first time why not do it twice?  It's not everyday that I get a good frisking.  Behind a curtain no less by a sweet lady in a sari holding a menacing hand-held metal detector and passing it all over my body, them feeling me up from head to toe.  It was more like a costume fitting than a security check.  Given my short experience with handing out 20 rupee notes to everyone who does something helpful for me, I felt that I should tip her for doing such a good frisking job.  But then it may have been mistaken for a bribe and I could have ended up in Indian Airport jail and then had a movie made about the great efforts made to secure my release by the American government and the media, and of course my family.  It was a very dramatic frisking and the cameras were rolling for the whole drama all the way through my dramatic rescue - but then I wouldn't want to leave because of course I would have served my sentance at a WOMEN'S prison guarded by sweet natured, sari-wearing lady prison guards.  I have to tell my rescuers that I can't return with them becaue I had developed close relationships with my captors.
8:24 am edt

Friday, May 20, 2005

first offense
Absolutely no packing has taken place. According to "Lonely Planet", "Frommers" and "Culture Shock, India" and "my mother", I should be packed already. They also said that I should pack, wait a few days, then take out half of the clothes. So far in the huge pile on the floor that is destined for the duffel, there are no clothes anyway, only health and beauty aids and first-aid items to protect my delicate American constitution from potentially harmful Indian protozoa and micro flora. Don't drink the water!
12:18 pm edt

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

i leave in a week
need I say more?
4:25 pm edt

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