It has been exactly 12 days since I arrived at the Bangalore airport, armed with a duffel bag, a camera, and absolutely no idea about what I was getting myself into. Over the course of those 12 days I have traveled more than 1000 miles through 18 towns and 5 cities. I have visited 15+ temples and hiked to a shrine at the highest point in Southwest India. I've drank coconut milk with a Jain priest, been blessed by a Hindu elephant, and watched a sunrise with Buddhist monks. I've crashed an Indian wedding - somehow ending up next to the bride in the family pictures - and had my first saree shop experience. I've survived eating fried chili peppers and actually watched a cricket match (although I'm still not sure who won). I've ridden a motorcycle through the streets of Bangalore and an elephant through the trees of Dubare. I've shaken dozens of hands, collected hundreds of stories, and taken thousands of pictures. But most of all, I have fallen head over heels in love with this country....And I still have four more months to go.
With my attention span it may be a long shot, but I'm going to do my best to keep this blog updated over the course of the semester. Until we start classes on the 28th, I'll start by posting some stories from the insanity that was this past two weeks...
Namaste!
With my attention span it may be a long shot, but I'm going to do my best to keep this blog updated over the course of the semester. Until we start classes on the 28th, I'll start by posting some stories from the insanity that was this past two weeks...
Namaste!