In the past week, I’ve gone… from a land where even stop signs are flagrantly ignored… to a land where people diligently obey the myriad signs with warnings, cautions, and rules such as “do not use selfie sticks on the train” from a land where I’m glad enough to find a sketchy concrete hole in the ground for a toilet… to a land where I scoff if the toilet seat isn’t even heated from a land of brightly multicoloured houses and dazzling, dramatic clothing… to a land where houses and humans alike are mostly dressed in shades of grey and…
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What is happening to time?! I’ve got barely two weeks left in India, and still feeling like there’s not enough time to do all the things (including doing nothing). And including blogging – I’ve still got three of the five senses left to write about, dammit. I’ve got a followup post in mind about Missy and Rorschach that would read like a soap opera. And yet another week goes by, vroom. It’s been a weird few weeks, actually. I had some kind of unpleasant digestive stuff going on – not food poisoning, but obviously something had thrown my system out…
Has it really been just three days? Travel has that effect where every day stretches into new dimensions. With no routine to speak of, your sense of a “day” loses its familiar frame of reference, and you’re left baffled by how much or how little time you somehow have left on the clock. On Thursday morning I went for a big long walk away from the buzz of my area of Ubud. I went up the Penestanan stone stairs and followed the road through quiet villas and houses and jungle, explored the little village of Penestanan, had a bite to…