After an afternoon train ride 24 hours I was back in Mumbai. Gave my old point and shoot away to the juice boy at my favorite spot in Bombay. Chilled out for the last time in my favorite place in India, mostly out of comfort and familiarity. By the way I finally found a nice room, a seperate room with shower near the C.S.T. for 624 Rs. Hotel Windsor, try it.
Later that day I headed north from Mumbai with Eric "Legend." We arrived in Pushkar 18 hours later. It is a bit high on the spirtiual charts for my liking, kinda gave me the creeps like Varanassi, and compound that with a festival ongoing all the time and the clever beggars and annoying beggars gather like flies on shit. Don't get me wrong I love all the Hindu stuff and the temples and Mosques and the Ghats and stuff, it just attracts a certain type of beggar that always take something frm me that I don't want to give, when I get over that BS issue, I will not mind the spiritual centers of India so much, but for now the dreadlocks can have them.
Eric has a soft spot for the lower castes, particluarly Gypies. We were told today they are in the lower caste even with the urinal scrubbers. I think it just made Eric want them more. Yesterday we are sitting with four of them, I inbewteen to young blossoming gypies girls maybe 17 and 20, each has one of my hands palm up in their laps. Doodling with henna from a bakers pen, thinking they are taking me for 400 Rs each. They smile and flirt and push out their bosoms. I am a prisoner, they are in control and they like it, you can tell, my palms in red mud I can't even drink the black tea in front of me, ah India. Eric laughs, this won't happen to you in D.C. And he quickly returns to drolling over Anita the gypies who is with us that he met last year and has been dying to see since Mumbai and even dig out her necklace and started wearing it a few days before we entered Pushkar to show his undying love and devotion.
I sold my books and got a few more for the train ride to Delhi and the plane rides to Munich and D.C. I guess it is really over and I still miss Priyanka and think of her constantly. The calls have stopped, and things are as they will be in the states I guess. I hope our communcations will pick up again, I liked being needed, and feeling helpful in stopping her tears of anxiety and stress. I miss GOA, and the beach, I miss the movies in Vashi. But home is calling louder than last time, and Dave's equipment has to get back to San Francisco by the 10th or so. My hope is that business connections made will come through, if love does not. I want something from this trip to survive with me, if the impossible love cannot.
I even look forward to eating my old meal (afgani kabob on naan) in the living room, listening to an audiobook and drawing new symbols on my vintage plank of maple and doing new artwork for food money. The office job feels like it has removed itself fully from my future, it was not indelible like I thought it was just like the henna on my palms. See you soon, but there is so many moving parts.
Dino
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Dude! You can stay an extra week if you want, because I don't need help to dig holes in my yard any longer. But only one extra week because I'll need some assistance putting up the shed. I'm hoping to get the shed up before the end of this month.
BTW, I wanting on delivery of a tractor (That's the reason I don't need help with the holes), so when you get back, you can run it around my hood if you want.
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