November 3, 2008. The day before election. Actually, here in India it’s a day before the election but back in the U.S. of A., it’s still two days before. Follow that line of thinking if you can. We’re flying on an ATR - 500, a funny looking turboprop, soon to land in Jodhpur. Our group is jelling well. Vincent, our instructor, is being very, very nice. Someone must have spoken to him last night. Either that, or he heard someone (who I can’t imagine) refer to him as an asshole at dinner. Maybe he’s just relaxing with the group and, since he has now completed his mandatory ablutions designed to demonstrate how wonderful he is, there is no longer a compulsion to have everyone kiss his ass on a constant basis. Maybe he got laid last
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