![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
There Will Be No Emails
Dec. 6th, 2007 05:43 pmSo, I have been a dreadful correspondent this time. No emails, no letters, no postcards, no carrier-pigeon microfiche. I am terrible, but there is NO TIME, I assure you. All of the time is being used up on Being an Incompetent Intern, Exploring, or Being Tuckered Out.
Today we went and looked at the Bull Temple, a meditation space built in a giant fake rock, and Tippu Sultan's palace. We also walked between most of those places, which involved a lot of being lost and, therefore, unnecessary walking. I am really, really, tuckered.
Tomorrow morning we're leaving for Mysore, and from there will be going to Kabini, then a coffee plantation, then Mysore, then back to Bangalore so that I can go to the TGC workshop on the 14th and Kale can wander around and be lost without my assistance for a bit.
For now I'm going to do the Incompetent Intern stuff I wanted to do last night, until I realised that falling asleep was far, far more urgent.
Today we went and looked at the Bull Temple, a meditation space built in a giant fake rock, and Tippu Sultan's palace. We also walked between most of those places, which involved a lot of being lost and, therefore, unnecessary walking. I am really, really, tuckered.
Tomorrow morning we're leaving for Mysore, and from there will be going to Kabini, then a coffee plantation, then Mysore, then back to Bangalore so that I can go to the TGC workshop on the 14th and Kale can wander around and be lost without my assistance for a bit.
For now I'm going to do the Incompetent Intern stuff I wanted to do last night, until I realised that falling asleep was far, far more urgent.