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The weather was predicted to be partially sunny with thunderstorms 119 degrees Fahrenheit Real Feel Temperature in New Delhi today. Basically what that means is that accuweather takes all these different factors, like Delhi’s predicted high of 95 degrees, and mixes it in with Delhi’s relative humidity of 88% and shoots out a number to give you an estimate of what the weather really feels like. 119? No big deal… We were talking about the weather today and I was spoon fed some weather sense. Basically the reason for the monsoon season is because India gets so ridiculously hot it creates low pressure systems where eventually it just rains hardcore to cool the temperature a bit. Unfortunately for some reason it won’t rain this year, with all the global climate patterns changing, so there’s an expected 2-week extension on monsoon season. Fantastic.

Mom wanted to go get her hair washed, and my dad suggested for me to get a manicure and a pedicure. I guess my nails might be gross, so we headed over to the salon and I hit my first translation barrier of the trip. There’s still this major separation of gender here. Go figure, the world’s largest democracy has so much yet to achieve in terms of equality. I got mom and Anmol settled in their section of the salon, separate but equal I suppose, and headed over to the gent’s section. I asked the guy about a manicure/pedicure, and he raised the price on me from the cart menu. Of course I got upset and was like why does it say one price on the cart menu but you’re trying to charge me like 4 us dollars more? And of course, he played the ‘I don’t speak any English card’, where he nodded and said “Ha, manicure, pedicure” repeatedly. I got frustrated and left. After my mom was done, she tried to come help me ask them, but the service was miserable so she got frustrated as well, and tried to leave in a hurry, but ran into the glass door. I think I might have broken my funny bone. Not the fake one in the elbow, but the real one in my ribs.

The rest of the day went smoothly. We went to go shop for salwar kamises and saris. I found one that was really nice, kind of a copper-orange color. Mom wouldn’t let me buy this epic Rajasthan hat, the one that all the princes wear in the movies; she claims I wouldn’t use it. I think if I got that hat, I wouldn’t ever take it off, just cruise around the house, do my laundry in it, and cook meals in a hat. The possibilities are endless.

The night was pretty standard- another round of drinks, another serious crash off of Jetlag. I realize I haven’t taken many pictures here, which was one of the main purposes of my trip, but fortunately I haven't missed recording anything too wild yet

Hopefully tomorrow we’ll be able to make our way to Jaipur for the start of Teejri.