tags: chamundi hill, Farm Sanctuary, Holden Owl, Led Primary, Mysore, Sharath
Two practices to go, before the marathon home starts. Going home is usually a bit easier because you have been camping in Mysore for the last month and are used to cramped quarters and a natural suspicion of any food you are given. Today was led primary for me, but I rush out atfter urdhva danurasana so that David can make it in time for practice. I had a weird sideways spot in the room that was hot with the occasional blast of cold stinky air from the bathroom – so my practice was a bit ridiculous. But I still like practicing to Sharath’s count.
My cold that turned into a sinus infection that ebbed back into a head cold has now evolved into a bronchial hacking cough that actors use in movies to indicate their characters are dying soon. I’m sad to leave my practice here, but if I don’t eat something green soon, I might actually perish.
Holden’s Walk for Farm Animals was a success. We took a rickshaw out to Chamundi HIll and we made it up – okay maybe 50 steps. We didn’t see any monkeys at first, which was totally disconcerting, because usually they are all up in your shit there. Instead the steps were occupied by goat families. When we got down we saw some monkeys hopping around and eating the bugs off each other. Holden was only groped by one person, before David pushed them off – which is an improvement on our other experiences of tourist destinations in Mysore. Holden also raised almost $1400 for charity, which is awesome, and can be mostly attributed to the greatness of his hair
Last night while reading No Roses For Harry.
Holden: There? (points to a picture of a man in a store)
Stan: That is a man going shopping.
S: That is a family going shopping.
H: Shopping. There?
S: That is a lady going shopping.
S: I think everyone on the street is doing a bit of shopping.
H: (points to cats) Cat.
S: What do you think the cats are doing?
S: What do the cats need to buy at the store?
True say, Holdy, true say.