I keep name-dropping geckos left and right, and by now you might be wondering why the lizards in question have not gotten any face-time on here. Well, they are shy during the day and nocturnally bold, keeping to the ceiling-zone for the most part, which makes them camera-shy. But this big fellow did not manage to evade me in my bedroom the other night!
This chair, directly outside of my apartment, sees a lot of good times. Scoops and Blue sleep in it each night, geckos frolic above it, and various humans read books or play ukulele in it.
Dosas are made in a special pan using lots of oil and love and magic.
I had some of my 5th grade students over on Sunday to teach me how to make dosas and coconut chutney. This was beyond the yum-factor! Non-food related fun included them playing my ukulele and me learning how to dance Indian-style.
I think there should be a magazine like National Geographic that is dedicated only to dog smiles from around the globe. This would be the centerfold.
Dog-cat-love is universal all around the world! Here are Scoops (my new dog true-love) and Blue (her best friend in kitten-form) lovin’ it up on the steps of my apartment building. These two play all day and sleep together at night.
This is the street I live on. Some of what you see here is debris from the recent cyclone. But the trash is an everyday sight—nothing unusual here. I hate to say this, because I really love India, but it is a dirty place. It’s just a fact. Between the cow dung all over the streets and other places you walk (They roam freely, and thus poop freely as well and I’ve often thought that it’s a pity dogs cannot live off of eating cow dung, because it is a plentiful resource and sadly there are starving, sickly street dogs everywhere you go here.), the heaps of garbage scattered throughout, the exposed sewage, and then all of the dustiness, at first it can overwhelm the senses. I’m pretty used to it now, though, so for the most part I do not feel grossed out walking down the street (as I used to). That said, I have to wash my feet each night before I get into bed because I have what I’ve come to call a “dirt tan” on them, where all exposed areas of skin not covered by my flip flops (the only thing I wear on a daily basis because of the heat and also the fact that you must remove your footwear before entering shops, schools, homes, etc…) are dark brown. I’ve come to really enjoy the evening ritual of lovingly massaging them with a fine smelling soap and then rinsing them with the cold tap water (there is no water heater, so all bathing is done with cold water!) in my bathroom, as small geckos watch from the ceiling.
Peacocks are wild and free in India—jazzing up every place they go.
Here is my friend Sandra unaware of the greedy paws behind her…. What do you think this monkey has on its mind? (My guess starts with an ‘s’ and ends with an ‘s’! See earlier post for further clues!)