My first pangs of missing home: wanting to sleep in on a lazy Saturday, but being unable to for all the dogs and the vegetable and newspaper vendors and the construction workmen banging away. And no big bowl of cereal as consolation for waking up so early! Of course, it was only like 9:00… God. My life is hard.

I have blessed y’all with pictures.

Saw some of the local nightlife. They seem to be very fond of Metallica here. Who can blame them?!

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I really like working at the YMCA shelter. It’s really crazy there. Some of these kids, you have to just wonder what life has been like for them, what with all their obvious physical and emotional scars. Some of them have got some serious physical scars. It’s amzaing how they still seem able to enjoy life and be loving and learn, etc etc. Really makes you stop and consider for a second. The cutest thing in the whole whole world is when the pray before lunch…… I don’t really know how to describe except that it is amazingly cute. I figured out with the best and most solid of mathematical empiricism that these kids have the energy equal to their wheight in plutonium. Just the resiliency of these kids, it’s just crazy to watch them playing duck duck goose, and to think that this is instead of (forced) begging, glue sniffing, and (forced) prostitution.

It’s pretty interesting seeing how the different parts of town are different. The part of town I’m staying seems pretty well off (though still dingy and full of beggars, trash, and malfragrances). The part of town that the YMCA shelter is in is alot poorer, and then getting to it means going through the muslim part of town. I didn’t really think about it, but I guess it does make sense that they stick together in their own district. Of course, it does seem to be one of the poorest districts. I don’t get any sense that there is much animosity between the Hindus, Christians, and Muslims here, or maybe it’s just under the surface. And my god, the muslim women must get so hot in their black dress and shawls! Man, I know that I should be accepting of other people’s faiths… but that’s gotta suck!

The juice here is SO SO SO good! But… I’ve been told not to drink it, for getting sick, and such. Hm.. I did get sick the day after drinking some… maybe I shouldn’t have just drank what I did now! Naw, it’s worth it… so yummy!

The number of internet cafes here is rediculous, and they’re all always full! Cheap enough, though. ~$0.40/hour And it’s broadband, though not really all that terribly fast, it’s fast enough.

My guest house has hot water, which rocks my socks. It’s friday, and I’m going out on the town. Should be interesting.