I'm bidding farewell to all of my Kolkata friends, including Max and Willem. Max has become very, very ill and will probably return to Austrailia after arriving in Chennai. Willem is off to do a documentary in South Africa (yes, he will eventually interview Mandela); Danny and Kate, a couple more acquaintances, are off to Beijing, and Martin leaves for Bangkok tommorow. I made a crack at dinner about how womens' cycles align in shared apartments, and everyone agreed that a similar force seems to hold sway over backpackers' schedules.
This update won't be very long, because I'm currently uploading PICTURES to my flickr account. So please, follow the photos link, and I'll prove it to you that I'm not just sitting in a hut in Minong, Wisconsin, inventing fictitious stories to cover up my ties to the criminal underworld.More soon.
Oh, p.s., the music festival was great, if a bit demanding on the old patience. I thought Hindustani Raag Sangeet was a long song form on CD--40 minutes a song; here in India they take an HOUR AND A HALF to play a raag. It's nearly impossible for me to zone in for that long, so I kind of drifted in and out of amazement. The music is completely antithetical to the culture, it's obviously a product of a different time. Ok to the photos.
See you there,
Kip
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