sore ass, beer and masala papad

Beautiful pink Kholapur skies with a green landscape, the confident Rahul Khadke who rode with me for a bit and who plans to learn English, complete his CA, the lightless, dark tunnels, multicolored, bright flowers, the huge Ganesha in Wai, the hanging trees and rain on the way to Wai, the sunsets, the soot my the hollows of the edges of my eyes, the begging mute child in Wai, the historic Shiva temple which I didn't see, Pune's traffic heat, the oxygen filled air and smells of Maharashtra interiors, thin, hardworking rural people, dead dogs, crazy highway crossers, the two white haired men who advised me to stay in Nipana City, me forgetting the digicam's memory card, the Western Ghats, the man who caught me and helped me when I trespassed inadvertently on Mumbai-Pune expressway, the dump in the mountains, the rivers, the cracy, crazy rain, t2xha's kicking, mumbai in general, this Sangli kid who got me Knockout beer, masala papad and was thrilled to get a 20 rupee tip, this weird Pravin Lodge come to mind on this Day 1 - my phase 3, my mumbai to kanyakumari.