We woke this morning at 5:30am ready to explore. Looking outside the sky was a thick grey color – I say thick because the humidity makes the colors bleed into a cloak of fuzzy richness. Grey because the sky never really seems to be blue or black here – only thousands of shades of grey.
The city finally started waking up at 6:30. It’s funny, there are tons of potential isms here - odd happenings that are anywhere from sad to humorous when you step back and just take them in, but the funny ones all have to do with the tourists. Just as the sun was coming up a group of glowing white tourists gathered in a circle in the park below facilitated by an Indian teacher.
The group started flailing their arms and legs in some variation of yoga and then moved on to standing perfectly still and grunting. Not like any yoga I’ve ever seen, but then again, I’ve never seen yoga in India. The take on yoga reminded my of Washington Square in China town in the early morning – groups of people standing around pushing their arms forward, kicking, and grunting.
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