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... with a bike as I have in other places.
I do get the stares! And as I say I smile back and usually say hi. This turns slack jaws into big smiles and engagement! "What country?!", "What is your good name?", "Ah Canada! It is a great country!" EVERYBODY loves Canada!!
I had an 'extended' conversation with an older hotel owner...
I asked him his age
"Fifty five!" He said
"Wow!" I said, "Fifty five! And you still have dark hair!"
He said, ...
... on their face than in their mouth. Kind of like those weddings when the bride and groom shove rather than place the cake into each other's mouth. Then we had dinner. There never was any formal opening of gifts although I took a few shots of her eating something she had in a bag in the family bedroom. I think that is where she put her gifts. As quickly as it began it ended with Goodley telling me "I like you", as we drove away. I like you too Goodley...Happy ...
... of eating breakfast is to eat breakfast". I think the second child is correct. The purpose of eating is to eat. Wisdom words....another practice I want to try to cultivate. Eating here is a practice in eating. On the ground with the plate in front, everyone served, except the "second batch" people who are the women and cooks. Then they eat, no cell phones, no tv, no books,just their hands the food and a little conversation.
... they seem to have this idea that westerners wear sunglasses all the time...even inside...in the dark...) Not satisfied with simply looking at a monument or statue, they insist on clambering all over it, generally grinding their hips and screaming while their friends take photos. In the more natural spots such as waterfalls, they all insist on striping down to their underwear which is general pants so small at the front, they look like ...
... had been damaged. The only thing I forgot was the battery which resulted in me being stuck on the side of the road at 11 pm on the way back from Delhi to my hostel in Saket. Fortunately enough some nice people came by, asked if they coul help, and after additional checks they used their phones to fetch the mechanic from Karol Bagh whose number I had written on the business card. The mechanic came after 45 minutes, checked the bike, confirmed that the ...