Above – Flower blooming in the park next to our flat.
I’ve seen this endless line of rickshaws parked here a lot. Friday I finally asked Amin what the line’s for – “Petro.” It’s a really long line of mostly rickshaws and some busses. Most of the time the drivers are standing in the street talking, so I’m guessing the line doesn’t move very fast (much like everything else here). Amin said he has to wait in it too …
Oh look … water buffalo!
This is Mini, Vinish and their 2 year old son, Haddarth. Mini and Vinish are the Ayurvedic doctors I’ve been going to. I call Vinish “The Man with the Magic Hands.” It’s a mom and pop Ayurvedic clinic called Ayurjoyti. A treatment means getting slathered up with all sorts of wonderfully natural Ayurvedic smelling oils (this generally takes about 45 minutes) and deep tissue massage (add another 30 minutes) dressed in a loin cloth (literally & seriously), followed by a shower and delicious Ayurvedic lunch that Mini cooks for us. All for 1500 Rs = $22.67 US dollars! I have been spoiled rotten and will miss this tremendously. Mini and Vinish are two of the most special people I have met here. One day while eating lunch, I asked Mini “Does your whole family ride on one motor scooter?” (they have another older son) and she said yes. Inquiring minds want to know …
Here’s Pandu. He’s the big money collector at the Institute. I made him smile by giving him a $100 US bill folded into a bow tie. He liked it so much he asked if I’d do another one with an Indian rupee. That’s what he’s holding up.
Friday – Kathleen, me and Amin in the rickshaw after going to the Gandhi Museum.
A last photo in front of the Institute with friends leaving for the month – Kathleen, me, Jill, Louise (UK). Kathleen and Louise left yesterday.
A final farewell lunch with Kathleen at Vishali’s (great South Indian food).
Below – Jill took this photo of Kathleen and me walking back from Vishali’s. This is really a good photo showing what it’s really like walking through the neighborhood.
This photo shows two huts that appear to be homes. 
Did you know…
Milk here comes in a plastic pouch.
Eggs come in a half dozen.
Stoves need an ignitor.
Our stove only has two working burners and the oven doesn’t work (note the tape over three of the knobs).
There’s a switch next to every outlet that turns that particular outlet on. In order for the toaster to work, the switch on the right has to be in the on position (which is upside down to our standards).
Don’t drink the water. This is my Camelbak water filter that supplied safe, drinkable water to me, Jill and ManYee. It’s the best thing ever and probably one of the most necessary things to have. Simply add tap water, push the button on top, agitate (shake it) for 60 seconds, and wha-la – fresh drinkable water! I used it in 2013 too. It works like a charm.
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Today is Sunday. I leave Monday. One last day. One last night. I will be sad to leave this wonderfully crazy land of yoga and beautiful people.
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