Sick in/of Mumbai

Bottom left to top right: Back lanes of the Jaisalmer fort, Lunch time in the Raj desert with our cart a beautiful camels, traveling in the beautiful Indian transport truck and we are actually rocking out to some horrible sound quality Raj music (at least I was), Jaisalmer and the fort way up there. A quite calm street in bussling Bombay and the beautiful, if deadily overused and overfilled, Mumbai Urban trains. Hanging out the sides lets the wind cool you down a bit. Worth the risk for many. Can't say I haven't done it myself.

Hello everybody!
Well me and Renate made it to Jaisalmer. We tried some bang lassi which was more effective than I had expected. AND we also got to see the sand dunes! I thought perhaps we weren't suppose to see them when we decided to put it off a day and then the bus left later than expected, twice, and then when we got on the bus someone asked us where we were staying and we casual said we were catching the night bus back. There was no night bus and we had a train to Mumbai the next morning. We begrudgingly but gratefully evacuated the bus. Our last hope was to go to the dreaded "Travel Agency":( But we did. That's how dedicated we were. But even then our car broke down along the way. Which is when everything started to make sense. Less than a week before I met Paul Carter (Summerland acquaintance from child hood) in Jodhpur and we both realized we were on our way to Jaisalmer. As our car sat there in the middle of the road unwilling to start. Who but Paul Carter would dare to cross our path. So he did. And we got a chance to say hello and have another quick chat. He'd just come from some days on camel back in the desert. THEN a big Indian (meaning colourfully decorated with words and murals and everything) transport truck came our way and offered us a ride to the dunes. It had been a dream of mine the first time I saw one of these beautiful automotive transportation units to have a ride in one. They look so comfy. The truck was heading to Pakistan and later Renate told me that for a moment she considered leaving everything behind and going with him. But she decided no because she didn't feel it strong enough. I still envy people with this ability to really "feel" when something is the right thing to do. I'm working on it but I haven't taken a truck to Pakistan yet either.

We slept most of the train time away to bombay and arrived tired still. Grateful I got a hold of my fried Kunal who accepted me in a day earlier than I said I would. Renate wanted to head to Goa right away so she got the next ticket out. We had the afternoon together which was filled with some good conversation but also a lot of dragging our heals. At least I was. Tired. And realizing in the last week or so that I was ill. Diarreah mixed with something else that sucked the energy out of my body and mind and returned pain in my head, groin (lymph node), stomach, and throat all at different stages. Kunal's mattress on his living room floor became my hospital bed and I felt trapped in my own lethargic body. Craving and then appreciation for freedom and mobility were refreshed in my life. Two days ago after starting antibiotics I regained my energy. I good walk around, get groceries, walk back AND still not feel completely exhausted. It felt great! The last few days have been a lot of fun. Kunal and I have been joking around a lot and enjoying each others company now that I'm not an overcooked vegetable. I am extremely grateful to that beautiful man. Eventhough he wares scandalous undergarments sometimes:P
I'm preparing to make my way south. Almost as south as one can go to a heaven called sadhanaforest.org. An eco-village that's working towards sustainable community living, restoration of the natural temperate forest habitat type of the area, and interacting with the nieghboring communities to share, learn and have fun. I'm pretty interested as you can imagine but don't label me!:p
Tonight I hope to be playing some music with Kunal and his friends and the day after that "leaving on a tr-ain, I don't think that I'll be back again, but oh baby I'm ready to go"
Appreciate health and mobility if you have it, if you don't you must already be thinking of it. So many of us have it and take it for granted. Myself included.
Peace, love and health
I hope this post finds people enjoying or at least acknowledging and accepting this present moment
Kelly