Pink Room in a Blue City

It's been about two days now in Jodhpur and I'm adjusting.

The guest house is quite nice, the people are extremely welcoming in a cool, laid back way and i'm really enjoying my company. The proprietor, Govind, is an affable fellow who speaks with a clean accent akin to mid-atlantic more than british. He set things up for me within an hour of trudging into his place at 9PM from the train, like my return ticket, rikshaw service, and room. I'm grateful for that.

The food is a lot like standard Gujarati meals, which is perfect. For dinner, the long term guests walk into the kitchen, grab a steel thali from the shelf and help ourselves to Rajasthani versions of Dal (lentil soup), baath (rice), shaak (stir fried spiced vegetables), and roti (unleavended flatbread).

Mornings are calm and filled with the sound of birds, the house is secluded but has an open-air atrium of sorts in the middle. Otherwise, in part of their freindliness and perhaps my snacks, I've made friends with a few of the people here. An English expat who wanders around Asia, an American volunteer at Sambhali trust (the NGO run at the guest house itself), and a French microfinance intern.

It's funny how I struggle with Hindi, and become hyperaware of how ridiculous an American accent can sound sometimes. Otherwise, all is good and I'm doing my best to stay in the game. Enough sugar cane juice and I think I could rule the world.