I think I might be crazy, or stupid, or both. I am flying to Srinagar today to go to a wedding. They have asked me to bring these blankets along; it reminds me of going to Egypt with that coffee. I know that it's ok, they really are only blankets, but the horror stories make me nervous. I don't want to be a camel or a mule, or whatever the expression is. Also, I don't even know the family I'm staying with. I have been assured there will be lots of women though. This morning, when I got into Delhi, I went to Abdulla's house and had a nap in his bed with his wife (not him, just me and his wife). What is considered culturally normal here is very different than home! Mind you, I was comfortable and slept well.
The bus was awful last night. At first it was okay, but then after we stopped somewhere for a pit stop another man sat beside me. The first man had been fine, but the second man had wandering hands. At one point I said I wanted to change seats (he had put his hand on my thigh!) but then he moved. He came back later though, I'm not sure why. He behaved after that but I was still uncomfortable and could not sleep anymore. The experience was a bit unsettling, which is why I think I am feeling a bit more trepidation over my trip to Srinagar. I pray it will be fine- better than fine- I pray it will be fun!
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