We (Peter, Jess, Mr. Tapan, his wife Dahlia and I) went to Yogen's house! It was in a beautiful village about an hour out of Delhi. When we arrived, the WHOLE village (it seemed) came out to greet us and it was very intense. Yogen's father and his friends came and had tea, cookies, "curdled milk" sweets(as i call them) and delcious spicy snacks with us. They told us (through our human translator) about seeing Ghandiji and witnessing WW2. Then, after a tour of his seriously beautiful house- full of colorful walls i've only ever imagined, we went up to the rooftop. Literally, families were up on their roof to see us and I almost died laughing when a group of teenage girls blushed and hid/fell when Peter said "hi" to them. I'm pretty sure Peter was blushing too. We took a walk along the road and a family invited us in and sat us down in chairs and offered us yellow ground (BAD FOR FOREIGNER) water. Peter and I sipped it and Jess just pretended to. They were all so kind, so much calmer and defintely much quieter than the people we encounter in Delhi. They didn't grab at our cameras, tug at our clothes or yell in our faces! It was refreshing.
In fact, I decided i am going to stay there for a day or two on my last week in India which means no electricity, indian toilets, and a definite use for a mosquito net.
Erin
Going to see the Dalai Lama! I know you're jealous.
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Yes we are all jealous! You are experiencing things that most people would never even think of doing! Any repercussions from sipping the yellow ground water? I think I would have pretended like Jess did.
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