One of the great things about traveling with someone actually from the area was that we were able to see all of the ‘off the beaten path’ places. It was almost four days before we saw another tourist, and even after a week the amount of foreigners we’d run into hadn’t hit the double digits. This ended up creating a bit of a role reversal situation most of the places that we went, since them seeing two white girls was weirder than us seeing a million people in sarees and dotis. Everywhere that we went we had people of all ages coming up to us asking to take pictures with us or shake our hands or take pictures of us shaking hands or just shouting “WHAT NAME WHERE FROM!” at us. I lost count of how many times I had to introduce myself as Nan-like-the-bread. Talk about getting weird looks. But with that amount of handshaking I think that we can pretty much consider ourselves official ambassadors at this point.