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Looks like I owe you a good one, not sure if I can provide it though... we'll see, probably a medium length one will come out if I can get my thoughts organized enough.

This weekend was insane, went on a trek down an abandoned railway, well not really abandoned, but it felt that way when we were on the bridges that seemed like they wanted to fall out under our feet, a long long ways. We'll do the trek when you get into town for sure!! or another better one if I find one! Its pretty awesome when you find yourself skinny dipping under a small waterfall with dozens of indians around the corner, peering through the leaves tryign to catch sight of some western titties. We were the first westerners many of those indians had seen, ever... Insane cooking meals (or letting random indians do it for you) on railway tracks a hundred km from anywhere with no easy way down, passing through half km, pitch black tunnels, bats shrieking and flying through the air around my head... yeah, I'll see that your not disappointed when you get out here. I think the early morning bridge crossing where we couldn't see the ground (or lack thereof) and associative 100m of freefall beckoning from the 2ft gaps every other foot was also one of th ebetter experiences from the journey.

Learning to ride the motorcycle in this traffic has been an exercise in patience, humility, and thankfulness that I rode my bicycle like a madman in DC for practice... I'm sure you can't wait to test the skills on my 100cc powermobile. So many amazing places to visit, from abandoned railroads, to enormous temples with hundreds of thousands of people streaming through them everyday, enormous centuries old mausoleums, or just the daily markets where every strata of life pulsates and interacts in a strangely sensuous glimpse into the perversions of society. I personally love the most just walking around and exploring the tree-covered, pollution strewn streets of bangalore, where every second is new, no street the same, and every eye watching for some sign of western idiosyncracies.

I don't know what else to tell you, sorry for not updating my blog, I mean to more often. I've started writing a children's book based on the short stories I tell the kids in class and on the school buses, I don't know if I can describe the sensation of capturing a child's rapt attention, but if something exists to fulfill my soul, it may be the knowledge that my words and actions and passions fired the imaginations of these children to produce their own spectacular and uniquely intricate creations.

Ok, my time is running up, its great to hear from you bro, and about the housing, if you want to stay at the school, it may be difficult, because they took the extra bed out o fmy room, but I'll approach my principal (finally) and ask him if its ok, we'll see. If not, its fairly easy for me to set you up in cheap housing in Bangalore, close to the main party organs of the city (our trainee houses) and a lot of truly amazing individuals. Might even be able to grab you a spot in one of those organs if we plan ahead enough. We'll see.

I'll talk to you later my friend, don't stress, its quite useless and may even kill you.
Yeh Yeh