¨im glad you like me enough not to rape me....¨

<-- title was the best thing ive heard all day.. im currently in Oaxaca, Mexico in an internet cafe waiting to start drinking for the first time since getting montezumas revenge a week ago... new zealand was kinda boring, white people everywhere not much to talk about at the moment... climbed Mount doom and some other mountains, drank alot, and generally diddnt care about the school work, but had some great conversations with some of the instructors on random secrets of the universe... mexico on the other hand is kind of paradise.. nice people, beautiful women, and i got robbed the first day! kin d of... ive seen alot and most will be up with the thousands of pictures ive already put up on my facebook so just check them out its easier.. ill ramble on about stories you wont have any clue about which i am talking about later... oh and i went to a full on Lucha Libre match at a stadium in mexico city. suck it.

"one of my wives had only my children, so she is my favorite wife"

ok... the end of the tanzania program... africa has been wild.. not as stressful as india as a whole and generally smells alot less like piss, but i have been threatend to be shot alot more here. now im chillin in Arusha on a few days of vacation before starting a basically two day flight to NZ.. zanzibar was pretty nice, although crazy tourist-oriented.. which helped in the way of drinking but overall made daily harrassment to buy shit alot more irritating.. lived with a muslim family for a few weeks which was pretty rewarding, aside from the fact that my host brother would shame me in prisonstyle weightlift workouts daily... went on some field visits, hung out with some monkeys, and generally drank every day at Livingstons bar and watched the loading of the cargo ships on the beach which was surprisingly entertaining.. a short stint of a romance with a Livingstons waitress kept things interesting as well.. women of tanzania are unbelievably gorgeous.. built like crazy, although im never sure if the ones all over me are prostitutes or not.. went to dar-es-salaam for christmas which was allright.. kind of a shitty buisness city so wasnt much to do.. me and a few other dudes did break into the swankiest hotel in town  for a few hours to chill by their pool before getting the boot.. .on christmas day we had a party at the hostel that i was generally too drunk to participate in without being wholly annoying.. afterwards, emma and i were walking down the streets and someone walked by and ripped her purse off her shoulder, to which i stupidly immediately chased after in the busy dar es salaam streets... luckilly i was drunk and crashed to the ground before catching the dude, because if i had, i was in no condition to fight and prolly wouldve been jumped by the many onlookers... from there, we went through moshi and mombasa, spent new years eve on safari at Ngorogoro craterwhich was pretty fun... breathtaking views, all the big animals easy to be seen, campfire at the crater rim.. some of the group felt hypocritical for bein there given the point of the program but fuck it...after it was off the hang with the Maasai tribe for a few days, traditional cattle herding peoples from nother tanzania/kenya.. easily the most absurd, intense, surreeal experience ever... i already knew a lot about the Maaasai since they are the the staple go to culture in anthropology, for their pastoralist lifestyle theyve kept for 600 years, their female circumcision rituals, their polygamy, their traditional dress etc.. still knowing it all before hand couldnt prepare me at all for experiencing it.. we had some guides/coordinaters of the program who were Maasai that left to be educated but still had ties to their roots, Saitoti who was runnin the show, and Olenasha who was an older man who was a writer and activist.. both kept quasi traditional views on things like marraige and circumcision and Saitoti told us about his 10 wives and 40 children... we had homestays in the boma huts in the village of three brothers.. between the brothers there were maybe 50 wives, each with their own hut their husband would visit when needed, in the meantime there were the circumcised men age 15-30 or so, the "warriors" who would roam about each night looking for huts with lonely wives to bang.. and its all pretty understood and not seen as weird.. anywho dylan and i were staying with a young wife Nagela about 23, cute, had two kids already who would sleep in her bed with her and we diddnt see much.. obviously spoke 0 english, as most maasai are not given much of a formal education...so we had a translator Gideon, a maasai from another tribe but now in university etc.. right off the bat, first night our host mother offers us a 9 year old girl to sleep with us, to which dylan and i awkwardly declined... then our translator bangs her like 4 feet from us while dylan and i uncomfortably attempt to sleep and not bust out laughing at the absurdity of the situation... lying amongst fleas, choked with smoke from the indoor campfire with no ventilation, on a bed basically made of sticks with basically shoulder width of space sleep was not goin down....next day we chilled at the boma, saw some of their crazy ritualist singing/dancing, and had a calmer time... day 3 we woke to a fucking tarantula in our bed.. a fucking fist sized free roaming tarantula just chillin by our feet.. i thought it was funny at first and got my camera, untill our translator yells "that will fucking kill you!".. later that night the maasai slaughter a goat for us in front of us and some of us drink the blood right out its neck and all in all its all very bizarree.. much more to be said but im tired of typing.. stayin in a nice hostel where i can drink every night and ina few ill be on a plane back the the quasi real world,... africa, youve been fucking bizarre.. .dont kick the knife.

illllllll be hommmmmmeee forrrr chrrriisssstttmaaassss...

but not really.. im in dar es salaam, tanzania aty the moment... theres been altogether too much happening to keep up and way too much to type out.. spent three weeks in Zanzibar on beaches, snorkeling, drinking and having an altogether more relaxed time than in india... saw a tribal exorcism in india before i left that happens once every five years was kinda the best thing ive ever seen.. i dunno all is well, im cool here shits good youll just have to wait til i get home for stories, but im alive and ill continue to affirm so.. or if i gots time ill keep writing later... lates!

rollin on camels six deep

Still alive, still in India, still doing whatever im doing... had a vacation in the state of Rahjisthan which is basically desert which was kind of a blast.. rode camels trough the desert, hung out with monkeys at mountain top temples, drank the hallucinageic "special" lassi and basically felt like i was tripping about half the time.. honestly as i start writing this i realize theres too much weirdness to regurgitate at the moment so i just wont... im in Ahmedabad now which is a city that just in 202 had a feirce muslim/hindu riot where about 4000 muslims were killed and burned alive in 48 hours.. theres a weird aggressive energy here and im not really a fan.. im stll looking forward to Tanzania and honestly still looking forward to home, but all in all feeling SO much better about being here in general... party.. see yall

slick shoes

time passes here as time tends to do.. i find myself in a constant state of eagerness for the next location and discontent for the current.. on a large scale i cant wait for Tanzania... india has been an interesting experience, but is a constant drain of energy just to exist here... a week or so ago i went to spend some time in a very small village in Nagpur called Jamthi and it was one of the first times i felt connected to this point... a little rural community of about a hundred families all just trying to get by, everyone very eager to talk and bs and goof around... there is a very real phoenomenon here of 'public gaze' which basically means people blatantly stare and scowl at anyone different ie white peoples.. its pretty uncomfortable and i constantly have the unfounded feeling of about to fight everyone but the girls on the trip have it much worse, straight up constant rape-eyes... but my village stay was very genuine and chill... im staying now in gandhi's ashram in Sewagram which is a pretty interesting experience, just because of the history.. ive seen monkeys running around everywhere and ive learned about the evils of globalization but thankfully i am resisting buying into the doctrine.. i miss the comforts of a boring home life alot, and its hard not to think about the time before i can just be lazy again and sit around and drink 40's.. its near impossible to relate to most of the youngsters on this trip but im getting by by just grinning and bearing it and reminding myself i doing all this for basically free and im doing it for myself to be in these places... overall everything is good.. india is just filthy everywhere.. im going to the desert of india for vacation Rajisthan next week whick will be a nice break to clear my shit up... i hope everyone is killin it at home, dont ferget bout me ill be back one of these days...

Bhen K Lode

last full day in New Delhi... my new facebook india buddies Sambhav and Ankit have been showing me the metal sights round here which is rad.. good opportunity for drinking and weirdness.. everything is weirdness.. its hard to keep up with these blogs.. so much happens yet so little happens at the same time its tough to keep track... went out on the town several nights which has always been fun but damn expensive.. at a club called the double dekker some people knew me from skinless and interviewed me on stage before the show which was in teresting although i was drunk and talked alot of shit about the commonwealth games which i thought theyd appreciate buuuut no... ive seen an endless amount of 800 year old mosques and temples, kids missing limbs, autorickshaw mayhem, and endless endless oceans of refuse.. some kida have started to get sick already, looks like Denge fever.. i myself havent been eating much and drinking gallons of bottles water so im cool, ive only shit my pants once which is surprinsingly a good thing in comparison.. we are all supposed to be in homestays at the moment but mine was kind of a douche so i bailed and went back to the hostel.. i havent been taking very many pictures unfortunately, and there is a surprising lack of available monkey paws for sale... macked on a very cute girl about a week ago and have been trying to convince her since then to hook up with me before im gone forever, as oh yet been unsuccessful... alot of this isnt too dissimilar to just livin in a ghetto, same feel for the most part... im actually really looking forward to africa after this, i think itll be cake.. i hear delhi is the toughest part.... tomorrow i spend a week on a farm in  Maharastra, then a week somewhere else, then i take a vacation in Rajistan which will be nice and cheap.. internet will prolly be spotty from here on out, but the way things have been goin aint much to worry aboot.. dont really miss home much except for some of the people and the ability to be lazy, but im now officially one month into this trip with 7 to go...

chilled monkey brains...

so yea, this place is nuts... a conicopia of sights and smells, changing with every step walking through the city.. extreme polar opposites of poverty and affluence...child beggers are everywhere, child like 5yr old children that hang off your legs as you walk, its pretty heartbreaking... the amount of indian people who freely admit that alot of the slumdog millionaire stereotypes are true is weird, but i guess thats how they can relate... driving out of delhi to agra was very off-putting, as the outskirts of the city are some of the worst slums of the world... watching them go by from the comfort of a bus left me unsettled... some of the other cities ive seen so far are clean and organized.. camels and elephants roaming the streets... the taj mahal lives up to its hype, and is easy to get lost in despite thousands of tourists... the amount of caucasion tourists ive seen is alot slimmer that i expected, practically none that are not relate to the commonwealth games, so we are a rare oddity and get constant stares... driving is always knd of life threatning.. car horns are used like sonar... everything else is ok, i dont eat much, not cause im scared but just that indian food really isnt for me i guess.. im spending too much money already.... drinking in india isnt cheap cause the only places to drink are like western resturaunts.. no seedy pubs or anything... ok im out for now, i move to a family homestay tonight somwhere in south delhi, will prolly be pretty affluent...