

Before my roommate headed off to Delhi to meet up with her man, we had a final day of enjoying all that the neighborhood had to offer. We offered our flower necklaces (not sure what they are called..) to the Ganga, tested out some much acclaimed food (read: ate our way through Ram Jula), hung out on the beach (once again I found myself unsure of where I was, as we bumped into various string-only sunbathing white males) and (obviously) had another Banofee pie at Tulsi cafe.
that would be a little uncomfortable seeing the string wearing males. yuck!
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