Friday, October 5, 2012

India Journal: The Arrival

Friday November 13, 2009 7:??

      Ouchy, ouchy, ouch! My tailbone hurts soooooooo bad, it is with only extreme agony I am able to sit in my seat. We are 52 minutes from Bangalore, my eyes are still burning, even though I did sleep. A little. Grrrrrrr I just want to be there! They served us lunch and dinner on the plane, but I was not able to consume it. Regina I now see what you mean! {A dear friend of mine, who hates air travel} So this means I have not eaten actual food for 12 hours (I had a twix candy bar before we boarded the plane.) I shall now listen to my iPod now, my personal butt pain solution: DISTRACTION! By the way, the flight was nine hours, and we are passing Goa, although we are still over the ocean. 

6:18 am 

     We arrived at the airport at 4:50 am. We got off the plan and then went through security. As we waited in the line I spotted a little bird, like a sparrow, this bird was sitting atop a divider singing his head off. I felt like it was greeting us. {Let me add here, this proves we where now in India, we are inside an airport, and a big one at that, and there is a bird inside, to which no one pays attention}. Then we went downstairs, mom got some of our money exchanged for Indian rupees, whilst I collected our three large suitcases. Then we went back up, got a taxi, which we ended up sharing with Ben, a man from Kentucky. Now we are driving along the crowed streets of Bangalore, palm trees and everywhere and the air is filled. 

6:40 am

    We stopped for tea at a little stand on the side of the road. Then we were off again, I can't wait to get there!

7:15 am

    We have turned onto the lane that leads to the ashram, along the road small children walk. 

10:50 am 

    Wowie wow! So much to talk about! OK I'll start from the beginning, when we reached the ashram we went to the Welcome Center. 

Afternoon

    Mom lays asleep on her bed, whilst I sit against the wall, feet sticking out over the rim of my bed. A fan blows cool air directly at me, while another, this one mounted our wall moves in a semi-circle. Our room is wonderful. It is like a hotel room, almost. The is a main room in an L shape. Then there is a bathroom and a toilet, by these terms I refer to their British meanings.

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