a girl isn't safe any where

this sign made me stop in my tracks and laugh out loud. it seems as if there is a gay robber who is mugging gay guys with there privates hanging out of their dhotis( sort of a an indian version of a sarong). you can read the head line but the rest warns western men not to let any thing publicly dangle when walking up to scanda ashram. the sign admonishes the the boys should wear modest clothes and be especially careful when in the caves. the possibiltiy of a gay man walking up the hill with the intention to cruise as well as a robber who specializes in muuging these boys simply staggers my mind. i guess i cant wear that pink g-string i brought along!
anyway, the trip continues to be amazing. i helped my friend karna give out 900 single servings of food (spicy chick peas in leaf bowls) during the full moon festivities while we were sitting on a bullock cart. at one point we could not see the end of the line. word spred among the pilrgims that we nearing the end of our drum of food and a near riot broke out. i had to jump of the ox cart and scream and threaten to beat the crowd back with my ladel in oder to save a friend from being crushed by the crowd. she was quite unharmed and the yelling was quite fun! i felt sooo indian and karna was very proud of me.
i have been in bed for the last two days with food poisioning and diarehha. while the symptoms were far from fun, i had a beautiful view of the mountain and listened to the next door neighbors sing devotional songs the whole time. i actually was able to enjoy just lynig there being sick. that seems to be the theme of this trip, acccept things as they are and all will be right. its a funny thing, i dont know this with my mind, i know it from the heart. this difference is knowing is a small taste of true liberation.