Good and Bad

The Good: Jumping on the scale and seeing your weight in the double digits. Ok, so it's kilograms, but it's still awesome.

The Bad: In Indian clothing, I'm a size 50.

Know Your Local Cow

I spent about a week in Udaipur, a relatively small but bustling little tourist spot. Everyone in town knows everyone else. As I befriended a local 25-year-old rickshaw driver I began to learn the town's characters, too. The kid whose dad stars in Bollywood movies. The crazy guy people steer clear of (and who happened to be the guy who came to my aid after being bitten by the rabid dog, and who subsequently took me to the world's scariest hospital, a place he was apparently intimately acqainted with). Most interestingly, though, in small Indian towns everyone also knows the local cows. "Oh, that's the pregnant cow." "That's a really stupid cow." "Oh! See that cow? Very, very smart!" "That cow has a huge...When he was younger all the female cows would run from him..."

VH-1 India

VH-1 India plays NOTHING but Enrique Iglesias, 24 hours a day.

It is AWESOME.

Henna

In Which Our Heroine Suffers A Setback...

Sometimes you just have to love a country for its umbrellas.

Sometimes you have to stop shopping so your rickshaw driver can go pick up his daughter at school.

Sometimes you spend a little more on the henna than you really have to ...but the little girl who does it is adorable, and you spend an hour in her house and you want her and her family to have the money.

Sometimes you have pancakes and mango ice cream for breakfast. Sometimes it's lemon crepes and tea.

And sometimes you get bitten by a rabid dog on the streets of Udaipur, necessitating an immediate flight to Delhi, the only city in the whole country that has rabies immunoglobulin. Sometimes you luck out because you're western and (comparatively) wealthy and able to throw money and resources at a problem that kills people here at an alarming rate.

Suck it, rabies.

And This Is Pretty Much How I Spent My Day:

Escape to Jas Vilas!

So my cousin wasn't happy with her volunteer program and, not wanting to strand her in India, I left with her. The bad: I miss the girls I volunteered with and the kiddies. The good: We ended up at a lovely heritage house called Jas Vilas. It's paradise, especially after sleeping with 5 other girls per room, sporadic a/c and a toilet that wouldn't accept toilet paper (don't ask).

Upper Bunk, To the Left, Holla

Shout out to my Buddhist

Buddha say "Quit porn and go to law school."

Buddha very wise.

First Delhi Rickshaw

Gandhi's Bed and Worldly Possessions

Namaste!

So Delhi's airport just got a multi million dollar facelift in preparation for the Commonwealth Games. We didn't see any of it but...we arrived safe and sound.

Shout Out To My Jews

My Nosh Cafe -- In the Hong Kong airport:

Awesome Good-Bye Card:

The Best Thing About the Last Two Years?

These peeps. They all showed up at Avalon to send me off...and the Radio Girls even made me an "Emergency Kit."

The Last Supper