Strangely My Boogers Are Blacker Here.

So we moved into our new hostel rooms yesterday night, after we had an authentic Gujarati dinner at a famous tourist themed-Gujarati village. The village had small huts with different attractions and was packed with people. At the back there is a museum with various pots and artifacts. We walked around and wondered what possible use each one was made for. There were things that looked like pizza slicers, combined together with a spoon on the other end, there were large urns and pots for storing water or cooking. Fascinating stuff there.



There was a puppet show as well, with a high-pitched percussion backdrop and two young boys singing aloud the theme and storyline.

Traditional music for people to dance to was also available. The rest of the group partook in the festivities, I opted to take the photos instead.

Went back to MICA after that, and we sat around Chorta - the 24-hour snack shop - till we decided it was time to do the arduous shift over to Silveroak (exchange student hostel). I spent about 2 hours unpacking, 1 hour to get everything out and in place, 1 hour to arrange the room to my liking. Leigh adopted my layout for the room and Nuria copied hers. I now have a sofa in the form of the other bed, and a long table made of both tables. These were supposed to be 2 people rooms.

Spent the better part of today travelling - we went to Lothal, a "bronze age port" that was part of the Indus Civilization, then went to a bird sanctuary that was on a lake. All along the way we had so many funny adventures, what with our student guides taking turns to drive madly at 110 km/h ++ on village dirt roads, and bouncing us passengers like tennis balls in a washing machine.

Lothal is about an hour's drive away from Ahmedabad city. It is the remnant of something approximately 4,000 years old. There is something fascinating about being in a place in which you can see the remainder of what once was - you can sense the oldness of it all, that the ages all roll into one in that moment you stand there on what was once someone's home, their entire life played out in that place. There is a sense of awe, even if one is looking at mud bricks and rocks.