So I'm at an old English hotel on the fringe of the Ranthampore Tiger Reserve, waiting for our driver to pick us up to take us god knows where, at a high rate of speed. I feel like I'm getting ready to step off my nice, secure platform, take off my nice warm ski outfit, and skid on my ass down a very steep bobsled run. This particular bobsled uses a spiked fence to stop any wayward bobsledders so I'm worried about that first step.
My fucking phone rings. Connectivity has been very spotty here so I was kind of surprised. I see Spandex's name. I answer the phone. Sounds like he was next door instead of 6,000 miles and 10 time zones away. I talk a little bit about the trip - which is so fantastical as to be indescribable, and this from a guy who can talk at length about anything, no knowledge needed - and then I ask how he's doing. To my amazement he actually talks a little about himself - this was the greatest gift a friend could give me because I was frazzled and bedazzled and agog about the whole trip. I have whipsawed between "I'm never coming back here" to "OK, I love India again" on a bi-daily basis. So to talk Program with a guy I've known forever while I'm sitting in a nature preserve far, far from my support network was EXACTLY what I needed. That's all it took to right my ship.
God Bless You, Spandex.
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