English:
A one-day visit to Tarimela for the Tholi Ekadasi Festival.
To Seshu, with all my love and gratitude. Thank you for that wonderful and enjoyable day.
Before I start writing about some of the adventures that have taken place in India lately, I'd like to apologise for not having written anything here in almost two months. The thing is, that my daily routine in India is quite packed and the last thing I want to do when I get to my room is keep writing - either in my blog, in my notebook or elsewhere. I know there are some people who check my blog every day, hoping to find new information, and what you discover is the same information I posted two months ago, already bored to death, occupying the top spot on my list of publications. I refuse to commit to publish something new every day because I know I can not keep this promise, but I promise to update my blog as soon as possible, both for you (I know you want to know about me) and for myself, because I don't want to to have too much information to include in the upcoming months. I think it's best to keep my blog updated, because now I already have too many outstanding publications. Let's see if I achieve it ...
I'd like to continue, then, with the information from another of my adventures in India, an adventure that happened on July 27th and which was held in the house of one of my students, Seshu. The adventure began with my first bus ride in India - a bus which was quite old, with people who had to travel standing, with oxide in any metal corner and broken seats due to the use people have made of them. Although being a bumpy ride, with breaks every few minutes because of the poor condition of the asphalt on highways and roads, and lots of noise (either by the horn of the bus itself or any other car, bike or rickshaw that happened to be on the street at that time), the bus ride turned out to be a very funny experience, with laughter included, that left nobody indifferent.
