05/09/2010

Assaulting children is the only way . . .

Morning walk round the rest of the temples with the sunrise and begging children, who I just push with a firm no. I can't afford more bruises from their nips!

Two buses to Orcha, where I'm so pleased I came, it is gorgeous, so I've walked all over and had tea with a woman named Aggie who like many others travelling buys art and sends it home to sell.

The square here is packed with all the people going to the temple, they give out free food which I somehow got roped into, chickpeas roasted with spices I believe. I've been a street food junkie the fried food is so good!

I'm now like a cow with bells as all the kids keep attaching anklets made of thread and bells and putting the dot on my head, I feel branded! Branded white girl.

I have a fan and another fan which is like the things on the side of planes that make them fly, I'll never be hot again, although when I popped in during the day for a shower, a refreshing cold one to cool me down, it was boiling hot, everything is so backward here. But the fan blows everything everywhere I have to pin everything down, but it's great. xx