Only 1 night before I fly out of India. I realised yesterday that, even though I have really had it with all the energy draining hassles here, I do feel a like I am leaving behind a country with a very intriguing culture. One that we (westerners) can't really understand, and unique in the world. I was sitting in a bus from Kovalam beach back to my hotel room in Trivandum (=Thiruvanthapuram, but everybody calls it Trivandrum, a little easier to pronounce), looking out the window. The street scenes have become almost normal to me, a daily reality. The bright colors that suit the Indian women so well, the beggars, the cheating and spitting street vendors, the garbage everywhere (although the South seems to be somewhat cleaner than the North, or is that just my impression
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