Saturday, June 4, 2011

day 15, sprints

Today was a low key day. My professor left around noon, and we just chatted basically all morning. Talking about solar technologies and different issues we are having and possible resolutions. So we took him to the airport said our goodbyes and headed home. When we got back, we booked our travel for next week to a small village of Basalmi? I’m not positive of the spelling. We will be there all next week and are taking a train for about 4 hours. I most likely won’t be able to connect to the internet, so posts will cease until my return either Friday or Saturday.

I did a few things of laundry, which does not involve a washing machine, rather a bucket of soapy water and a bucket of clean water, or at least, that’s how it started. By the time I was done I emptied the bucket of dirty water, and low and behold, I left a pair of shorts in the bottom of the bucket… yeah, it was that dirty.

So as the day progressed, I worked with Mary Ellen emailed updates and questions to some professors about some design issues we were having. We also looked at booking a trip to meet the other ETHOS students in Ponticherry, India later this summer. The train is 47 hours long and only costs about 90 dollars, sounds like an experience waiting to happen. So the last week of our time in India, we’ll probably head south, and then up to New Delhi to the Taj Mahal and whatever else is up there.

I worked out on the roof, which felt good. Reminded me a lot of home and UD. There were a lot of spectators watching me. I imagined I looked even more strange than normal. Played gin in the evening with Mary Ellen, and actually won this time. We are both getting sick of gin, rummy and speed… any other 2 player card games out there?

At dinner father asked us how we felt about politics, and it seems my view was slightlllly different than Mary Ellen’s which proved the point I made to Father that politics is quite controversial in the in the States.

Side note: the food from yesterday did not settle with me. I do not have the runs, but rather the sprints. Food sprints through my body, and I sprint to the bathroom.

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