Apparently people love celebrating Holi here and just can't get enough with one day. This time around I was not spared. I got hit by a drive by Holi while on the bus into a medium sized town in the Indian countryside. Next, a group of four friendly chaps painted my face red while I was walking to a local monument. Finally, a large mob of revelers spotted me and in an excited frenzy placed me on a stretcher and covered me in flowers and branches as they carried me through the town beating drums and chanting loudly. Apparently it was some sort of honor. With a large crowd watching, the local news came and filmed me for their eveniong broadcast. They finally let me go after making me breakdance in the middle of a large circle of onlookers. Some bad news, this indian body paint is potent stuff; my face is still bright pink after two showers!
2 comments:
I won't let Neal see a picture of you like that or else he will be scared of his uncle!
Lucas, estoy siguiendo con envidia tu viaje. Todo es tan DIFERENTE!!! Humano, intenso, mas alla de lo que estamos acostumbrados a percibir con los sentidos.
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