We went on a boat trip! The vessel:
Just kidding. Here's the boat we were really on. For 15 hours.
"Why?" you may ask. "Why were you on a boat for 15 hours? Where were you going?"
The answer is, I have no idea, I have no idea, and I have no idea. It was long and weirdly crowded with Indian people and their children. We passed other boats similar to ours (although, all the others looked nicer than ours. Like, they had chairs.), all brimming with happy Indians. I guess this is their idea of a great time. Americans go bowling or skiing, or to a movie for a couple hours, Indians go on 15 hour boat rides. No difference, really.
We read, we slept, we stared at the Indians who were staring at us. Ally and I worked on our needlepoints.
Rosie's face pretty much sums up our general feelings.
Krishnayya kept saying there was no destination when we asked, and was confused that we weren't just happy as clams to be simply sitting on a boat, but there turned out to be a final stop--an ashram in a pretty mountain range. We walked around for a few minutes, took some pictures, then turned around and went back.
There must be some life lesson or analogy in there somewhere.
P.S. I'll let you guess about the title.