Sweet sweet delicious sunshine

It feels like my solar cells are being recharged. We just got back from some lunch and I'm fighting sleep. Its about 5:23am for my body.

Although its a little sad for me to see how westernized it has become here, its pretty awesome being able to sit out here in my phupo's (my father's sister)* front yard on the computer.

This morning I tried my hardest to not eat until a reasonable time. I made it to about 6:00am. I woke my dad up so he could make me some food.

Probably not the safest toaster, but it got the job done.

Dad

safely lighting the stove

 Nisho Phupo's living room

Front garden

More of the tour.

Milk always comes in weird forms in different countries. In Canada you get it in a bag. In India you get it in a carton that you can keep in your cabinet... warm... for a while.

*I call my father's sisiters Phupo, e.g. Nisho Phupo. Father's brothers are called Chacha e.g. Irfan Chacha is my fathers oldest brother.