apparently this is meant to be read as: don't touch at all 

this is how they heat water at vasishth's place. its solar, how cool is that? 

he ran out of room on the ground, so if you look at the roof, you'll see about twenty more hanging 

...and if i refuse? 

this is a jungle-type resort we stayed at, and I think this is one of the best pictures I've ever taken 

this is a plate at pizza hut....try the tandorii chicken pizza with peppers, free garlic bread! 

you take a stick and a coconut, and mix em all up. and then you get indian baseball, as vasishth and I discovered 

this guy cleary has too much time on his hands; everything is perfectly stacked. this is actually one of the nicer stands there 

its a little hut on the river, which happens to be populated by crocodiles...have a nice stay 

order chinese food...in india! it was actually really good, much better than anything you get in america 

you have to flip a switch to get electricity 

this is official 

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