One Big Holi-Day.

Namaste! It is now coming to the end of my stay in India, although it may not seem that I have been here for 10 weeks judging by the number of updates I have made, but it was somewhat taken out of my hands. Blame the developing country for being so damned unreliable.
Today's topic will not be about the end, however. Instead it shall concern an event that took place almost two weeks ago, the celebration of Holi.

Basically, Holi festival is just an excuse to chuck colours at each other for a day and it is a lot of fun. By the end of the day you are lucky if you are not unrecognisable. Unless you are a girl, in which case you are lucky if you don't get molested by about 50 drunk indian men at once. That was the one bad thing about the festival and I had a pretty wicked time. Although some of the water fights got quite brutal. The festival would not work well in the UK, it's not difficult to foresee many injuries occuring.
Other than that, there is not really much to say about it. We arrived quite late as Indian people tend to do everything really early. This is probably because they take so long to do everything, trains have arrived 5 hours late for us before. By the time we had been there for a couple of hours, it had all died down and we were just left exhausted and covered in paint and powder. 'Luckily' for us, on our return, the staff at camp decided to chuck us all in a little well outside. I still had a pink face and hair until a few days ago though, something the children enjoyed at school.

And that is my summary of holi. I don't know why they do it, something about a daughter being set on fire I think, but you are best to look it up yourself.

Phir milenge marachodas.