Meditation camp was the destination of one guy sitting next to me on the plane, a special branch of it involving "being aware of the heart." Not focussing as that involves too much force to be maintained apparently. Try it. Arrived at 1. am at Chennai, standard airport except for the lack of loo roll, garland covered shrine emitting incense, foreign alphabet, and airport officials in whtie saris. Experienced the local driving habits. The horn seems to be a substitute for indicators and driving on one side of the road is more of a guideline than a strict rule. Makes for exciting trips. Walking out of the Hotel Singapore where Holly, another volunteer, and I stayed til daylight for breakfast at around 9ish (like half way through the average indian's day after wakign up with the
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