ok so i've been very bad at keeping this updated and so much has happened but i'll try and keep it brief!it would be alot easier if i could upload photos but one takes an hour so i'm gonna wait until i return home!
Right so i left Mussoorie and needless to say i'd grown attached to the place despite the misty weather and the never ending supply of dhal so i was kinda sad and scared about the next part of my trip.
I went back down to Delhi and instantly couldn't wait to get out of it; maybe if i'd been with somebody else but delhi alone is very depressing.
Tuesday -Agra, the Taj was amazing, I had a great guide (Vicky) who took some great photos; my personal favorite was when he got to me to lounge on the bench for the infamous picture with the Taj in the background and pointed out some really interesting highlights on the building (the Albert Einstein spot in the marble being one!). Like any foreigners that have been there i was asked to appear in multiple 'snaps', and finally having individual photos taken with each child from a large Indian family before the group family shot with me in the middle. it's the strangest thing and unfortunately during this trip i have ended up gracing the pages of too many random family photo albums looking sweaty and red faced...but hey maybe that's why the like us so much!
wednesday- goa (via mumbai...narrowly missing the terroism); which was beautiful but extremely wet...not ideal sunbathing conditions. However i managed the impossible and got extremely burnt even thought there was no sun???
Finally i arrived in Kerala on Saturday. place is very different to the north...most importantly because the men always wear sarongs (don't worry dad i'll pick you up one), they actually look kinda comfortable but i think if i wore one i would get more weird stares than a man in a skirt would normally get. Malaylam is the language and i struggle to even say thank you, and very few people can speak english so i'm feeling like everything is being lost in translation. I'm staying in the hospital in quite basic accommodation where bucket showers with cold water are readily available, my room-mate is a very friendly extremely large spider who has kinda taken control of the bathroom, although all is good because if i want to get away from it all i can always go for a walk in the rain! hospital is good but tough i have been constantly quizzed by a delightful consultant with a Hitler moustache only to come up trumps for all the answers....he definitely thinks i'm probably lying that i'm a medical student and he gave me the afternoon off to go shopping...he finally realized what my level was. treated myself to a saree and a man sarong (official terminology lungi) that i'll wear in the confines of my room, i'm sure the spider will appreciate it. i await some form of conversation but the outlook is bleak....
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