So I guess we're luckier than most India-goers, because we stayed in a Rajah's house.

It was pretty story-book like. He's the Rajah of Kalakankar, a small village on the Ganges, and owns half the town. However, he doesn't really live there so much as actually he lives in Seattle, leaving Kalakankar to get by on its own. He's got a huge house on the banks of the river, with ten people jumbling around keeping it whole, and he let us stay there on account of how our mom knows him, and we're in India and he's not in India, on account of being in Seattle. So, for three days we bumbled around, being served three wonderful Indian meals a day by the staff, and reading books and walking around, and taking a riverboat ride, and walking through the village, orchards and farms.

Funny thing is, another person who stayed there was Svetlana Stalin, who is in fact Joseph Stalin's daughter. She came here to put the ashes of her Indian husband in the river, in the sixties. She also built a hospital in his memory, and it's still standing there in Kalakankar today, unused and abandoned. We went to look at it. It's a strange experience. You should try it some time.

Anyways, after that we took off for Delhi. This trip has been nice because to get anywhere that's anywhere in India, you need to take a train, which I haven't ever done much of before. Indian trains are a special experience, because they actually work well.

I'll tell you what happened in Delhi soon as I can find more time for Internet. See ya!

-Bashu