The wheezing of my unsolicited invited guest prevented my good night sleep so when 7:15am rolled around and it became clear Julian had not set his alarm or be leaving when I had said he needed to be gone by I took matters into my own hands and attempted to get his butt in gear. It took another hour before he leaves with one encore as he forgot all of the important things he would need for his rescheduled train. He misread his ticket and already missed the first train. He reminds me of Gene. Kristine's replacement teacher in Korea, I had much disdain for Gene. We part ways although I half expect another curtain call while I wait for Hamid's return. He was taking the same overnight train we took earlier in the week so I expect to see him between 8:30 and 9.
When 11 rolls around and I cannot reach him I wonder if he decided to remain in Varanasi another day without telling me. My room service does not show either and I am still waiting on my water from the night before. If I had actually received any services I would say it was terrible instead it was completely absent. 12:30 Hamid arrives informing me that we are switching hotels again. The East Inn, where I head been staying was awful anyways and as such this is much welcome news. At this point I still have no idea what is going to happen today and my weekend was almost more tiring then the weekdays have been.
17 days left.
The countdown does not mean I am wanting my trip to end--it is still sub-zero temperatures in Ottawa and I want it to warm-up a bit for me. The past couple days in Delhi have been on the chilly side. From the new hotel I head back to Kashmir Arts and I have no clue why; nobody tells me anything. I should ask. Apparently I am going back to Agra tomorrow as well. I just may get to see the inside of the Taj Mahal after all and visit that supplier who was out of town on Friday. Still no clue about today.
Hamid is figuring out his accounts at Kashmir Arts today, I am sitting there quietly--smiling and drinking coffee. At best I am there for apperances sake which seems silly to me and a waste of time. Please do not misunderstand as I am all for wasting time, not so much while working and even less so while traveling. I am unsure what to do; I did inquire as to my purpose there and did have a few minor questions asked of me that Hamid knew the answers to.
Hurry up and wait.
I started writing three weeks ago in Ottawa's Airport to the same effect and keep coming back to that theme. I was gifted my second diary/day planner today, this one I may keep for back home in an attempt to become more organized--your welcome friends. I will try my best not to double book myself in the future. Everyone has such great ideas and I want to do it all, can I help it if I am easily excited and occasionally forget what I have already said I would do?
Silence.
I will stop calling it awkward silences because for me anyways it is no longer awkward. The gentlemen have been welcoming to me;sure I brought them business yet long before they knew that we would come to an agreement they were gracious. I will call it a comfortable time of reflection although I am not happy wi9th my choice of wording.
I was invited out again by some random Indian guys around my age again; however since I am not feeling like drinks and I am getting up before sunrise tomorrow I will endeavor to convince them to meet me Wednesday for something touristy. My idea involves a historical sound and light show at the Red Fort here in Delhi.
Hamid is coming tomorrow with me to Agra this time--probably a good thing. I wonder how Hamid makes money--my guess is some kind of commission based system coupled with his limited carpet sales and starting next year his school. The man is trying to diversify. He forgot that he was meeting his family today and when they called at 5 wondering where he has been all day he asked if I mind if he disappears off to see them. I am kind of revealed as I will be able to get that night to myself that Sunday was suppose to be back. We part ways with me going for a walk and a hopeful early evening.
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