Almost done

This may be a little premature but I am getting really antsy and thirteen days to go seems very much like I am almost finished with the program. I have not written for a while because I have started to have a great deal of resentment toward www.dano211.blogspot.com and the time that it takes to keep it updated. Not that I am especially busy these days just annoyed and ready to keep traveling. Also I was recently pretty sick. Thought I might have malaria but no such luck.

One interesting thing happend this last week though. There was a festival(when is there not?) celebrating Lord Krishna. Back in the day when he was a youngster he used to get into trouble by breaking the clay pots that people here use to make curds and then eat the innards. For this festival people get these clay pots and string them about fifteen feet in the air then make a human pyramid and the person on top of the pyramid smashes the pot showering himself and the crowd below with bright yellow smelly partially curdled milk. Sounds fun huh? Well this festival was going on last sunday during the hieght of me being sick. I had been laying around all day not daring to go out becuase I did not want to get sprayed with water from a hose, forced to dance, and then covered head to toe with red dust as the other interns had when they braved the streets earlier. It was about four in the afternoon when I finally got fed up with lying around feeling sick and decided to go out and use the internet and get some food. Things had slowed down a bit and the streets were fairly empty. In fact most of the shops where closed including the internet cafe so I started walking back home. I picked up a tasty samosa on my way back and was eating it and enjoying the empty streets when I turned the corner to my house to be confronted with a group of Indians dancing like mad in the middle of the street. Upon seeing me they immediatley and forcefully incorporated me into thier party. Soon I was drenched covered in red stuff and dancing in a crowded street. After a while I notice that they have strung a clay pot decorated with fruit and flowers above the street. A human pyramid is forming and there is motioning that I should be on the top and be the one to smash the pot.Maybe it was the dancing, or the delerium from the fever, or the cold water but I decide to do it. How hard could it be? As I climb onto the backs and shoulders of Indians who are half my size I realize the how precarious my situation on top is and also how drunk many of these festival goers are. Crouching low at the top of the pyramid in order to not fall off the clay pot is still a good five feet above me. I will have to stand up in order to smash it. I steady myself as much as possible then briefly let go of those supporting me to strech up and smash the pot getting instantly drenched with yellow curd. The crowd cheers, the pyramid crumbles and I barely make it to the ground in one piece. After this there is more dancing and then the party seems finished with me and I am allowed to return to my house and clean up.