so, here i am, in the middle east now, and i don't quite know what to say, think, or really do. i know nothing about the country other than that petra is here and i would like to see that. and by a series of fortunate events, my mom is coming to meet up with me and so we can go to petra together. so, for the time being i am at a loss for what to do. my plan was to couchsurf, from couchsurfing.com, but getting off the plane i met a guy who said i could stay at his place. what the hell. the dude is a consultant for bp, that's right, british petroleum. go figure. so he works all the time. he lives in a decent neighborhood, the apartment is super nice; but it's lonely. i had it all mapped out that i would couchsurf at this persons house and they would be full of ideas of what i should do in amman for the 10 days i'm here waiting for moms. yesterday, i went and watched two movies, the hunger games and john carter. the hunger games was done well and it was good to see it as it's one the first books i read starting this trip. which, let me tell you, seems oh so long ago. it's almost 6 months now, go figure. that might not sound like a lot but, let me tell you that's a decent amount of time to be travelling. and until getting here i would have told you i wasn't in a million years ready to go home. now... i'm not so sure. and a month and a half before that, i would have told you that yeah, i sure am ready to go home. so it's all depending on the day, where i'm at, who i'm with, and what is going on.
leaving india was sad. leaving elizabeth was sad. i started out hating india and the ashram, and then i went north to rishikesh and had the time of my life and then it only got better. i pretty much travelled with elizabeth for 6 weeks, maybe more, no ones counting. that's like a year in travel time. we had a lot of great conversations, about life, love, our futures, ourselves as people. it wasn't all serious though, we shared a lot of elementary jokes and had some uncontrollable laughing sessions together. we helped each other through yoga school and then through a bout of frost bite in the himalayas, we helped each other with the petty annoyances of travelling. and by the end, we were pretty much brother and sister. i told her that too, i says, "you're pretty much my sister." we told each other, "i love you," at night. and it was great to have someone, not just anyone either but someone you get along with so well and can say anything too and someone who'll do anything with you. and i miss that. such is life. we made plans to meet up soon and try to do the apalachian trail in the next couple of years. so it goes.
it's quite here, in this apartment, in this part of town. a lot of that probably has to do with the lack of honking. i knew it would happen. india is so loud, so in your face, and the honking is so ridiculous. and it's cold here too. what a joke. i give away my cold clothes and i need them more times than i could count on one hand. it's a good thing i kept my sweatshirts, i almost gave those away.
oh yeah, and i met up with chapati nash and michelle before i left india. how awesome. it was truly great to see them and be able to hangout one more time before the next time we meet state side. i didn't think it would happen. i thought they would be at the farm and i would spend a day in delhi and then go to agra and then be out; but we ended up being in delhi at the same time and we were doing to some mandated site seeing by our indian host mahek and i'm walking through this neighborhood and i just knew that charlie was in the same neighborhood. so i called him, sure as shit, he and michelle were staying right down the street. we went to agra the next day together and saw the taj mahal too. and then they came back to delhi with me, me to catch a sweet 35 hr train ride to chennai and them to go... where ever the path leads. turns out it lead to northern india for them, darmsala. but what an event, a last 24 hours together, and how fun it was too.
so, i'm here and it's different and i'm feeling a little lonely. i did some good work today though, i went to the dr as i was feeling a little stomach bug left over from india, everyones gotta get sick in india once, right. turns out i'm fine. then, i'm walking around and i come up on a gym, i go in cuz i want to see what prices are for a week pass and then on a passing whim, i ask the manager if it's cool if we trade free days for yoga classes. i said, i'll teach and then in return, i want free use of the gym while i'm here. he says, "why not." so, i went and got a jordan sim card and called him and he's calling me back to discuss details later. so, i'm trying not to get too excited but i think that might be kinda cool. i went grocery shopping and made some good faux paux's and now, i'm going to see if i can play some pick up soccer across the street from the shopping mall. not bad, and i'm hopping it'll break me outta this little funk.
one more thing, you can smoke anywhere here. no shit, there's smoking areas in the hospital and then people smoke all over the mall. it's weird. i guess it's what it must have been like in the 70's or something.
reading shantaram now, i was told by everyone to read it while i was in india. about an australian drug addict and convict who escapes to bombay in the early eighties and works for the indian mafia there. a must read apparently for anyone who's travelled, travelling, or is planning on travelling to india.
what a trip. it all changes all the time. i ain't mad at cha, i ain't got nothing but love for ya.
nick
leaving india was sad. leaving elizabeth was sad. i started out hating india and the ashram, and then i went north to rishikesh and had the time of my life and then it only got better. i pretty much travelled with elizabeth for 6 weeks, maybe more, no ones counting. that's like a year in travel time. we had a lot of great conversations, about life, love, our futures, ourselves as people. it wasn't all serious though, we shared a lot of elementary jokes and had some uncontrollable laughing sessions together. we helped each other through yoga school and then through a bout of frost bite in the himalayas, we helped each other with the petty annoyances of travelling. and by the end, we were pretty much brother and sister. i told her that too, i says, "you're pretty much my sister." we told each other, "i love you," at night. and it was great to have someone, not just anyone either but someone you get along with so well and can say anything too and someone who'll do anything with you. and i miss that. such is life. we made plans to meet up soon and try to do the apalachian trail in the next couple of years. so it goes.
it's quite here, in this apartment, in this part of town. a lot of that probably has to do with the lack of honking. i knew it would happen. india is so loud, so in your face, and the honking is so ridiculous. and it's cold here too. what a joke. i give away my cold clothes and i need them more times than i could count on one hand. it's a good thing i kept my sweatshirts, i almost gave those away.
oh yeah, and i met up with chapati nash and michelle before i left india. how awesome. it was truly great to see them and be able to hangout one more time before the next time we meet state side. i didn't think it would happen. i thought they would be at the farm and i would spend a day in delhi and then go to agra and then be out; but we ended up being in delhi at the same time and we were doing to some mandated site seeing by our indian host mahek and i'm walking through this neighborhood and i just knew that charlie was in the same neighborhood. so i called him, sure as shit, he and michelle were staying right down the street. we went to agra the next day together and saw the taj mahal too. and then they came back to delhi with me, me to catch a sweet 35 hr train ride to chennai and them to go... where ever the path leads. turns out it lead to northern india for them, darmsala. but what an event, a last 24 hours together, and how fun it was too.
so, i'm here and it's different and i'm feeling a little lonely. i did some good work today though, i went to the dr as i was feeling a little stomach bug left over from india, everyones gotta get sick in india once, right. turns out i'm fine. then, i'm walking around and i come up on a gym, i go in cuz i want to see what prices are for a week pass and then on a passing whim, i ask the manager if it's cool if we trade free days for yoga classes. i said, i'll teach and then in return, i want free use of the gym while i'm here. he says, "why not." so, i went and got a jordan sim card and called him and he's calling me back to discuss details later. so, i'm trying not to get too excited but i think that might be kinda cool. i went grocery shopping and made some good faux paux's and now, i'm going to see if i can play some pick up soccer across the street from the shopping mall. not bad, and i'm hopping it'll break me outta this little funk.
one more thing, you can smoke anywhere here. no shit, there's smoking areas in the hospital and then people smoke all over the mall. it's weird. i guess it's what it must have been like in the 70's or something.
reading shantaram now, i was told by everyone to read it while i was in india. about an australian drug addict and convict who escapes to bombay in the early eighties and works for the indian mafia there. a must read apparently for anyone who's travelled, travelling, or is planning on travelling to india.
what a trip. it all changes all the time. i ain't mad at cha, i ain't got nothing but love for ya.
nick