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"Varanasi, India" ?Posted by devon on Thursday, April 22, 2004
I've been attacked.
Mobbed.
Robbed.
It happened as soon as I crossed the border.
Its India.
This place is launching a full scale attack on reality. I dont know why it can't just play nice and exist in a way that at least RESEMBLES sense and reason. But it doesnt.
Nonsense, all of it.
I've only been cajoled into yelling at people twice. I figure thats not so bad considering how many times I FELT like doing it.
But what it means is that my signature patience is waning. I can feel the control slipping out from beneath my fingers, and all the bad things I watch other tourists do will start to work their way into my behaviour.
Its ok though. I have been expecting this and I knew India wasnt going to be easy. And so far, it hasnt been THAT bad. My only consolation is that typically, I get along fabulously with Indian people. We've got the same sense of humor.
I figure that I'm going to stay off the streets for a week or two, kind of give myself a little bit of a cusioning before I hit the hard. Kind of like easing yourself into a hot-tub. Little little, then fast fast.
So I realize that this is about as scattered as a cubist portrait, but then again, so is my brain at the moment. I feel completely disoriented. Almost dizzy in a waking way.
As I mentioned before, I feel totally out of control and that is a very unusual feeling for me. Once I get my bearings and a sense for the pace of life here, I'll be golden. It might just take a few days or weeks.
This is just a kind of little, "hello, I've arrived in La-La land" post, my next one will be a real one. A continution of the Tibet Saga. Hopefully a conclusion as well.
TTFN
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