why go anywhere?
too much school or too much privilege or too much travel or too much guilt makes every simple tourist destination and each temple/hovel/shit stained street/brightly streamered vendor/hole in the cieling restaurant/etc. a uniquely difficult experience which we never tire of discussing. some might suggest that this would ruin the “joy” of travel, but that would incorrectly assume that travelling should be a uniformly pleasurable experience. this trip, thus far, certainly is not. too many cloying children and snotty grannies, too many cows eating plastic bags and rickshaw drivers with broken teeth, too much pollution and loud noises, too many colorfult shawls and shiny jewelry hiding too much unseen.