On the internet front there is only one shop in Omkareshwar. It is massively overpriced and has a Hindi language pack on the one computer it possesses, which makes typing in English particularly challenging ;) Ah well, we wanted to unplug from the matrix, and behold, that is wah Jah provide. It’s also a great way to help increase my (generally low) patience tolerance threshold. India provides an abundance of opportunities for practice in that arena. So for now, I’m able to type on my laptop which is cool, and I’ll upload these tomes when I next get a chance to hook in to the net somewhere else in India. It’s all good – it gives Nix and I time to focus on other things, like learning some basic Hindi, getting cooking lessons from Mangla and swimming in the Narmada. I also want to see if I can get some harmonium lessons. I’m keen to play Peter Tosh tunes on a harmonium. Not sure if that’s been done yet. It should make for an interesting kirtan session at any rate. There’s a mela (festival) coming up next week which should afford Nix some great photo opportunities. We’re particularly looking forward to experiencing the Indian version of the “Wall of Death”. Although it might be prudent to observe from a distance as they might mean it literally. Health and safety aren’t exactly key priorities here.
Today we mostly walked along the ghats (bathing areas and sometimes dead body burning areas on the river banks – in India the 2 are suitably juxtaposed to get your whites whiter) and spent some time in the market using our best Hindi to buy dahi (curd) and nibu (lemons) for Mangla and her Mamaji. I was feeling suitably proud of myself but had absolutely no clue what the replies I received meant, so resorted to my best sign language and mime to complete the transactions. And we only had to pay about 1/3 on top of what the local massive do. That’s Asda price.
I am considering getting a t-shirt printed up that says “Namaste. My good name is Michael. My good country is South Africa” to save time during future excursions. We had many groups of Gujaratis asking us for that info throughout the day. They also asked us to pose for the obligatory “Gujarati extended family with random white persons” photos. I am stupefied by their intense interest in us. Now I know what Brad Pitt must feel like. Poor guy, rather him than me. He can keep his fame and fortune innit.
On a different note, we’ve basically not slept for more than two hours a night since arriving in India and yet feel strangely up-tempo. That is not at all usual for either of us. At home we would both be miserable gits under the same circumstances. Perhaps there’s a raised vibration here. Or perhaps they put speed in the chai. I don’t know. We’ve decided that if tomorrow morning we’re still staring at the ceiling at 5am we will go down to the ghats to join in the pujas (prayers) that go on at that time there each day. That should take us one step closer to our seats in Heaven ;)