he stole our chips, and then hid under the building when we tried to chase him 

lord ganesh, god of beginnings and the removing of obsticles 

hmm...let's think about it before we get on it 

they do what they want in india 

a building with blue windows, it speaks of india's wealth...or does it? 

this is an automatic rickshaw, indians taxi service....and coincidently the future of transportation 

indian marble...and some guys who turned out to be in the picture and thought i was taking it of them....it was awkward 

ok...so here's my story so far. I am typing in Bangelore, India, where vasishth and I have been hanging out for about a month. We left on a dreary saturday night...maybe, from JFK airport in New York (the yankees, by the by, are on their way to utter victory, boston, watch out) and flew into London to get a connection. we missed it, and we could have stayed in london over-night, but vasishth wanted to leave that day, and we switched airlines. big mistake. so after a nice lunch in london (for free) we moved on to Bombay, india. we arrived at this crazy hotel (beautiful) and realized....we have no bags! lost in transit (except vasishth's) so he hung out for a little while there, saw some stuff and ate chocolate and then we landed in bangelore, india, vasishth's home-town. and that brings us to the present...the pictures will tell the rest 

a light source in our first pit-stop, London, where we hung out for a couple hours cause we have no life...and the plane was late so we missed our connection. vasishth's fault... 

this is why kevin chose to roost here 

glendalough...the lake in the glen; this stream fills that lake 

man's grave hidden by nature 

another gate to walk through 

many of my irish ancestors rest here undisturbed 

an ancient doorway, think of all the people who walked through it at one point in history 

an old cross memorializing a grave of a monk or priest 

glendalough

ok, so these pictures here(the next couple) are from a place called glendalough, an old monastary and graveyard from several centuries ago by a man named kevin who was a holy man of sorts. it is an amazing place, really beautiful and amazing.

a splash of colour in a black and white world 

this is matt, who is looking away at a row of hedges across the road 

this is an amazing place, built before the pyramids by my ancestor celts. you see, on the winter solstice at ten after eight or so, sunlight shines through a small hole, and exactly filles an alter room deep inside this monument. the waiting list to get into this place is ten years; let that speak to you of its greatness