Jamnagar is an entirely different world. Its a completely new experience and, to be honest, exactly what I thought India would be like.
Its nice to be somewhere where I understand what the people around me are saying. Although my rudimentary gujarati has severely limited my ability to communicate with strangers.
Life centres around eating and sleeping. The entire city takes a lunch and nap break from 1 to 3. Shops are closed and people make their way home, even the autos seem to disappear from the streets. Dinner is always later than I'm used to, after 9pm. Its going to take a solid month at the gym to make up for all the butter and and oil I've consumed.
Cows are everywhere. They roam around the city all day, mixing with cars and the camel (yes CAMEL, as in Alice) drawn carts. At night they are rounded up and put somewhere, I have no idea where.
The shopping is amazing, buying anything is an adventure, and my Indian wardrobe is now complete - plus I finally have bangle boxes, sari covers (with attached compartments for blouses and pins)& chandla holders, all matching of course.
I've been lucky, I realised that I've gotten away with a lot because I'm unmarried. There is little expectation that I will do much around the house, cooking and cleaning wise, I assume its because I'm not seen as having a house of my own to take care of. Anything I do is a bonus and given that I've cut my fair share of vegetables and wiped a few tables its gone well.
I was at the beauty parlour getting a blowout the other day (something I should have done the moment I landed in Bangalore) and took in all the catty gossip, one girl had just gotten engaged and was answering questions about her future inlaws and getting advice on what to do with her car and money until the wedding, the other girls were complaining about the weather and the lack of boys in their lives, its nice to know women everywhere all have the same problems ;)
More to come after my mid day nap.