Tuk-Tuk, Yak Yak!
In comparison to yesterday, today was incredibly mellow. It was mostly relaxation and tourism, which was a welcome break after all the heartache. It was harder than I thought it would be to say goodbye… I don’t know how people can handle doing things like this too often. The better the experience, the more painful the farewell, after all…
Maybe today seemed a bit more dumbed down since I finally got a sick stomach. Brian had ordered us milkshakes the night before, and I had been expecting them to be more ice cream. Nope… it just tasted like chocolate milk! It was delicious, but I instantly regretted it. The rotten stomach followed me to about lunch today, so I’m glad it cleared itself up in less than 24 hours! I’m definitely going to be watching what I eat more.
We got to go to Raj’s amusement park this morning. The group before us had actually brought over some American haunted house things (which terrified me on Packing Day) for a terror walk. When we went through it, though, it was only half done, so there weren’t too many thrills in it.
To get there, we finally rode in tuk tuks! It’s basically a box on top of a motorcycle, with no doors. It was so much fun! Some of the turns were a little too close to walls for comfort, though… especially since I was on the end! I’ve realized that I trust these crazy drivers, though, since they know what they’re doing. I haven’t seen a wreck or problem with driving yet, so I’m not worried.
Now that I think about it, today was filled with rides. Between Tuk-Tuks, yaks, pedal boats, mechanical bulls, and Zorbs, I found a thousand ways to move in every direction! The yaks were great (if you ignored the slobber and snot waterfalls). The entire theme park ended up being a massive thigh workout, too (mechanical bulls are hard)!
For the rest of the time today, we were shopping. I bought so much stuff! (Sorry, family, I’m not giving you any sneak peeks on your souvenirs!) All together, I must have walked at least ten miles! There’s so many shops crowded together, stacking upwards. You couldn’t go ten feet without someone shoving something in your face and declaring its “expert quality”.
Every few minutes, a little kid or two would come up and beg for food or money. Raj had told us to say no to everyone, but it broke my heart every time. Most often, they were the same ages as my kids from school, and I couldn’t stop imagining that it was one of them. Had they been born somewhere where farm land wasn’t available, they could have been starving and begging like these children were.
There wasn’t much else that happened (the whole six hours of shopping was pretty similar), but I sure am exhausted! I love this country so much!
Much love to everyone,