He's struck it handsomely.....

Well as I sit down to write this, I am noticing that I am more excited to update this week than I usually am. I feel like this last week was full of funny stories and some humorous pictures. I always manage to find myself in interesting situations, and this week was no exception. Where should I start.....

Last weekend we went to this place called Araku Valley. It is supposedly the scenic gem of Southern India. Please notice the use of the word "supposedly" in the previous sentence. While it was a very beautiful place, it's beauty was diluted with long, windy roads, car sickness, and a sub-par cultural experience. Please don't mistake this for complaining. I am not complaining. I'm just trying to give you an idea of what goes on in my head. If I would have known what the road situation was like I definitely would have stayed back and read books all day. I get super super super car sick very easily. The ride to Hollywood makes me sick. The teacup ride at Disneyland is my worst nightmare. I can recall countless experiences of driving with my Mom to auditions in Hollywood after school and always finding my head buried in the bottom of a 7-Eleven Big Gulp cup. I remember finally getting home after those long, car sick evenings and just lying down on the cold cement of the Dartmouth house. To save you the details, I get very car sick. Well the 3 hours to Araku Valley was essentially La Tuna Canyon times one hundred. Luckily I had my man purse with me, in which I always carry enough Dramamine to put down an elephant. I took three of those and eventually gave in to my heavy eyelids. Brad and Emily were in the same car and poor baby Chloe got sick. She threw up quite a few times and I felt so badly. I wanted to help, but I think turning around would have made me follow suit a well. It's amazing what 180 degrees can do to a person on the verge of throwing up, isn't it? Well Chloe was very sick and Brad and Emily were adorned in throw up as well. We had to make a couple stops to clean up and what not, but the trip was just rough. After a trying three hours, we finally made it to the top of Araku Valley. Ok, not to sound pessimistic or anything, but when you are going to a "valley," don't expect to see anything but a valley. It's like in Arrested Development when the dead dove is in the freezer and on the bag is written, "Dead dove, don't eat!" Well, if you see a bag like that, you are gonna open it and find exactly what you knew to be there. "I don't know what I expected to be in there," you might say. Well, I don't know what I expected to be at Araku Valley, but I was kind of disappointed to find that is was only a valley. Yes, it was pretty, but just a valley. I don't know...maybe I'm complaining a little bit, but if I drive three car-sick hours to some valley, next time the valley better be full of Cherry Slurpee and cheeseburgers. And Otter Pops. The blue kind. 

I feel the need to talk more about the gym I go to everyday. Last time I gave a brief overview, but now, after having been a full-time member of the gym, I feel like highlighting some more of the benefits of going to the gym here. Well in America there are mirrors all over the place in gyms. The BYU gym has mirrors, the Gold's Gym that Kevin and Kevin would sneak me in to had mirrors, the YMCA has mirrors. Even this gym in Vizag has mirrors. There is one difference though. In America, you have to STEAL glances at yourself. Everyone pretends they aren't looking at themselves and flexing, but they are. Here in India, it is SHAMELESS VANITY. These guys will just stand in front of the mirror, pull up their shirt and flex. They will practice facial expressions, work on their smile, flex their guns. It all goes down...nothing off limits in these mirrors. I have taken a liking to this. If I feel like I'm especially ripped on any particular day, I just flex the guns in the mirror. If I am working my abs and want to show off for a bunch of hairy Indian men, then I just pull up my shirt and flex the washboard. I can't wait to go back to school, flex in the mirrors, and have everyone look at me. Here in India I am the biggest guy at the gym. In America, I am definitely on the smaller side. I better get all my flexing out now because it won't happen back in the States. Gotta take it while I can :)

When resources are limited, you gotta get creative. Now that my hair is growing out, I can't just let it hand on my forehead like this.....

This is the look I am trying to avoid. If this guy reads this blog, I am sorry for bagging on your bangs. You pull it off bro, I can't. Murray's pomade is the only stuff that can control my hair. Now that it is so far away, I had to improvise. I want to share my new secret with everyone. I guess this is just a secret for those that are too frugal/lazy to spend the money on hair product or to go to the store. If I was in America, I would buy my Murrays no questions, but when the going gets tough...you gotta freestyle the hair product. 

So this is the secret. When you shower, generally people will use a soap bar. I personally rock the Irish Spring. So after you shower, the bar is still kind of soapy. Give the bar of soap like ten minutes and the soapy stuff quickly thickens and turns into a soapy grime. K your hair is still a little damp now. Take the grimy bar of soap and rub it through your hair. The grime comes off into your hair and creates a nice, pomade-like substance. Free Murray's essentially. Not only does that drive to a nice hold, but your hair also smells like Irish Spring. Two birds with one stone....cologne, check. Hair product, check. 

This last week we were invited to sing at the Gayatri Vidya Parishad College here in Vizag. It was called "A Cultural Exchange Meet." No, not meeting, meet. I didn't forget the ending...it was a "meet" not a "meeting." They are different. So we sang some songs and they did some dancing and singing. There was this one girl that did a traditional Indian dance...straight up Esmerelda from Hunchback of Notre Dame stuff I'm talking about. My wife has got to know how to do that someday lol It was a really fun experience. There was one young man named Samuel that really wanted to sing "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias. His CD wasn't working so he asked me if I would play for him. I can play quite a few songs....but that isn't one of them. We stepped outside, hashed out the details, and Samuel sang his heart out. He did a great job. It was pretty cool how we didn't know each other previously, but we went out there and performed together. The power of music baby. Jake, Mikey and Callan, I asked this Samuel guy if he wanted to be in Par Avion....he said no. We still need to find a new bass player since Phil is off sailing the seven seas. I'll keep looking...

Let me explain this picture. My feet are on the left. On the left, an Indian girl feet. This should give you an idea of how black and dirty my feet were after I played cricket. Nice and gross huh?

Two days ago I went to a youth cricket tournament here in Vizag. I was going just to observe. I got there early and went by myself. I was just sitting in the stands and I quickly drew a crowd. Judging by their reaction, I am guessing they don't get many Caucasians at their local cricket matches. I started talking to some of the players and then this older man approaches me. He organized the whole event and is a local politician. We got to talking, then lunch time rolled around. "Korea, would you make a move to lunch with me and my friends?" he asked. Free lunch......you know I'm in brother. So we went to this really nice hotel, in his car, and ate the spiciest meal of my life. I was dying. I must have drank 3 liters of water and a bunch of rice curd to temper the spices in my mouth. I was sweating bullets and not talking much. Opening my mouth hurt. Moving my lips burned. It was hot. But it was free :) Nothing to complain about. Well after lunch with the rich politicians in the area I went back to the match with them. Mr. Suresh asked me to commentate the match lol I have watched quite a few cricket matches on television here so I know the lingo and everything now. I got ahold of the microphone and never looked back. Faked a British accent and everything. I'm sure no one could understand me, but I was cracking myself up for sure. Hence the title of this post.  It's phrases like that which make me smile. It was a good time. After I commentated I got to play in a special match with the politicians and event organizers. Luckily I played outfield for many years and I had the catching thing down. Cricket is like baseball in some ways....except you don't have gloves. Imagine catching line drives and pop-flys barehanded. My hands are still a bit swollen I think. I had such a great time though. What a great day! I love pulling my strings, using my resources, and getting myself into fun situations like that. Free lunch, my crappy British accent, and gross cricket feet from playing barefoot (see above photo). A good day in my books. 

Well it's lunch time and I am dying for some spicy Indian cuisine right now. I could really go for a cheeseburger though.....2 more months right? I hope everyone has a great day. Happy Birthday Perry.  I love you and miss you. 

From across the world, 

Kory

PS: Mom, you know how you always say "Remember who you are and what you stand for" when we leave the house? Well I have always wanted a little line like that to say to my children someday. Well, I finally got it today. This is gonna be my saying when I am a parent someday.......GO SAFELY, COME BACK BETTER!

Some of my cricket buddies

This hat says, "Be a vegetarian. Be a master." It's some sort of energy-trapping pyramid hat. Nice, huh?

Chloe looks stoked to be with me

The Salmon Room

Due to popular demand, I will pay closer attention to the aesthetics of this blog. I have been criticized (jokingly) a few times on account of the color schemes I employ in my posts, so I will be sure to make this blog post a little more traditional. 

Sorry I have been so poor at updating the blog. I promise that a lot of exciting things are happening, but I just don't have much time to sit down and write for two hours. Right now there is a big holiday going on for about a week or so. The God of Success, Vigneshwara, or Vinayaka, or Ganesha (ya, there are a lot of names for the same thing here) is having His birthday. I would equate it thusly....Jesus:Christmas::Vigneswara:this holiday in India. So along with lots of loud noises and idol worshipping on every street, they build HUGE statues of the elephant God. The picture of that statue to the left is here in Visakhapatnam. The statue is over 70 feet tall. They build these huge statues of the God out of clay and then the last day of the festival they dump them into the ocean. Not sure how they get them there, but somehow that Elephant ends up at the bottom of the ocean. I'm excited to see how it all goes down in a couple of days. 

K a quick story. Late last week I was eating my lunch on the front steps of the program house.....rice and chicken curry I believe. Well I'm sitting there eating my lunch when all of a sudden one of the translators run over and says "Fire!" Of course I couldn't understand her at the time (words like "fire" aren't exactly my first priority during my language study time) but judging her body language, I could tell something was wrong. I look up from my lunch into the park across the street and I see that this big tent is on fire. Not just on fire, but the whole thing is up in flames. The gate was locked, but parks in India aren't too hard to get into...the walls are like four feet tall. So I am running buckets of water over to this park. The fire went out fast, but not before the damage was done. The tent, covering a worship spot for Ganesha (see above picture) was gone. Some incense or candles must have just caught a little gust of wind and did work on the tent. I was really sad for the park manager that is there every day, Nairu. In the evenings I will go and stretch in the park before my runs. I always try and talk with Nairu and his granddaughter before I go. We can't understand one another, but we have become park pals no doubt. I felt bad for him. I was really impressed with what happened after the fire. A little square of the tent was back up and worshipping continued. No fire can get in the way of Indian devotion to Hinduism. They certainly are faithful people. 

In October we have a week long break from the program and our research. Everyone is on their own for seven days. I am not totally sure where everyone else is going....BUT I"M GOING TO NEPAL. In Cambodia about two years ago I met a man named Christopher Patch. He works for the State Department and has been living abroad with his family for many years now. He took me out to lunch in Cambodia and we just chatted for about an hour. It was the nicest hour I had had for a long time. I hadn't seen an American in months and it was just so nice to meet Chris. Well over the last year I have been trying to keep in touch with him. I dug out one of my old planners to get his email address and we have kept in touch since then. Well he found out that I am in India and he has invited me to go visit him in Nepal for my week off. I am SOOOO excited. I have always wanted to see Mt. Everest and now I will actually get to do it. I am picking up the plane tickets today. I can't wait to see Chris again and to see that beautiful country for a week. It is definitely a once in a lifetime kind of trip or me. I am so grateful to Chris for letting me have this opportunity as well. I don't know if he will ever read this, but Chris, thank you so much. Can't wait to see you in October!

I have been exercising really hard since I have been here. I need my "man-time" everyday. I used to just run in the evenings and do lots of push-ups and sit-ups, but two weeks ago I got a membership to a little gym here in Vizag. I use the term "gym" very loosely. It's a house that some guy turned into a gym. The gym equipment looks like it was used in WWII. It has been really nice though...my "man-time" is now really quality. I run 2 kilos to the gym, work out for an hour and a half, then run back. I cause quite the scene every time I go in there though. By the looks of it, I am definitely the first white guy they have coming through that place. Everyone just stares at me the whole time. A couple guys are much more muscular than me, but I am way more strong than they are. There are bottles of sketchy Indian creatine lying all over the place. All these guys look big but can't lift anything. If I ever need a boost in self-confidence I just go the gym. Everyone thinks I am Superman or something. Perry would get a kick out of this place. Plus, he really is like Superman so it would be even better. His biceps are like the size of these guys' torsos. I'm still just a skinny little guy, but Perry could lift the whole gym if he wanted to. Ohio is a lucky place to get to have Perry there for two years. 

Dear Ohio: 

I'm a little jealous that you get to have my brother with you for two years, but it's for a good cause so I will let it slide.

Yours Truly, 

Kory

Ok last little story then I gotta get cruising. Last night I put on a little concert for everyone in our group, and I invited the program staff and our Telugu teachers from Andhra University. We had some of the girls sing some great songs and Brad and Emily did a little skit which was hilarious. I made some ballin' salsa to go with these chips I found. I also popped three bags of popcorn. We had soda and cookie dough and some banana lassis compliments of Emily. I had to freestyle the salsa, but it ended up being super good. Even out Telugu teachers liked it, which was a major surprise. We had a really fun night of music and laughs which was what I needed. I was just getting dragged down with the monotony of my weekly schedule, so the Salmon Room show proved a nice curveball to the India experience. I just needed to play music. I messed up a ton and my songs weren't very well prepared, but it was just super fun to be playing again. I can't wait to get together with the guys. Jakey and Mike I love you guys. You will probably never read this, but if you do, I miss you. Let's plan a Par Avion Christmas show again. That was fun last year. Here are some pictures from last night....

My venue is called "The Salmon Room".....can you guess why? Just take a peek at the hideous color of the walls lol

The chips and salsa were a hit with the locals

Yes...I DID manage to find some Christmas lights in India

These are my Telugu teachers...Sarmagaru and Lakshmigaru

I played a Telugu lullaby about the moon and my teacher loved it, so he wanted to shake my hand lol

K I have to run. Today England and India are playing the second ODI of the series so I need to be there to watch it. My research is coming along. Things are chugging along here in India. I hope everyone has a great day. 

From the Salmon Room with love, 

Kory

Saturday Mornings

There is no way that God created mosquitoes. Seriously. What do they even do? Do they do anything good or is it all just to bother humans. Let's think about mosquitoes.....they eat blood, they can get into tiny little spaces, they multiply like crazy and you can't feel it when they get you. The only thing that would make mosquitoes worse is if they had some sort of long hose thing that sucked blood right out of you....OH WAIT! Mosquitoes do have that thing too. I think mosquitoes are Satan's little servants or something because they don't do anything good. My room is full of them at night because I have to open my windows to let some of the heat out. I have a mosquito net, but somehow they find their way into bed with me. I don't sleep well here for a number of reasons, one of which is the trouble of sleeping when I am so worried about getting bit by mosquitoes. Every time I feel the hair on my legs or arms get blown by the fan I think it's a mosquito. My worry for dengue fever has limited my sleep a lot. Luckily I got some Raid yesterday....let's see how those mosquitoes do in chemical warfare....I think I have the upperhand. 

Well it has been a long week to say the least. Last Wednesday I hadn't been feeling well in the morning time. By 11:00am I found myself back at my house, lying on the floor in pain. I made a little bed out of some chair cushions and went to sleep, hoping I just wasn't feeling well. Well I woke up with a fever, headache, and some rockin' body pain. The workers were motioning to give me some sort of shot, but I quickly talked them out of that with some aggressive body language. There is no way Indian medicine beats Tylenol and DayQuil. Well to make a long story of diarrhea and vomiting short, I am better now. I'm struggling to write this blog because my whole week has consisted of me laying face up on my bed staring at the ceiling and making frequent runs to my hole in the ground. I usually like to write with a lot of detail...but I will save you the details on this one :)  When I was sick earlier last week the power went out. My fan doesn't work great, but it felt like wind from heaven when I had that fever. When the power went out, I remember staring up at the fan. It wasn't spinning. It wasn't gracing me with that invisible breeze that felt so good on the fever. It hung there motionless, almost mockingly so. It was at that moment that I realized how great air conditioning really is. I am so grateful to live in a place where I can demand control of the weather and it responds. I can just flip a switch and suddenly it's a nice, cool day in my house. We are lucky. 

Well my new hobby is cricket. It's a sport that entrances this part of the world and with my newly-attained health I have set out to figure it out and play with the local college kids. I miss being around guys and playing sports, so this is my solution. Well I have a pretty funny story about earlier today. I set out with Poorna, the new male translator that is helping me learn Telugu. He and I went to Andhra University to meet up with a ton of kids that were playing. For the first hour I just watched, but after a while they all started trying to get me to play. The young men were placing bets on this game, so I didn't dare get involved in fear of ruining the game and losing someone's money. Well Poorna got the bat for me and said I could give it a go. So there I am in front of the students in the engineering college about to try my luck at cricket. I played baseball growing up and I golf all the time, so hitting a ball with a bat is comfortable. So Poorna bowls at me and I crush it. I hit it hard. The outfielder finally chases that ball down and looks kind of upset at what he finds. He doesn't throw the ball in, he walks it in to his friends. He yells something, and suddenly the crowds start dispersing. I am clueless. I was silently celebrating in my mind for hitting it so far, but why was no one else happy for me? Come on, this was my FIRST time ever batting like that! Well Poorna slowly walks over to me with a solemn look on his face. "You break ball so they leave." Are you serious? I broke the freakin' ball? I felt so dumb. The kids had to divide the money back out and go home. I offered to go buy a new ball but apparently it was quite a ways away from the stadium. I felt pretty badly. We will see if Poorna wants me to go play with his friends again :)

Well I want to share a story from about 10 years ago that has nothing to do with India or my research at all really. I just had a dream that reminded me of this last week and I wanted to share. It takes me back to when I used to play AYSO soccer as a child at Luther Middle School. I must have played thousands of soccer games on those fields. Those fields were home for me on Saturday mornings. All week I would look forward to my next game on Saturday. Friday nights I could hardly sleep. I would get my uniform all ready to go and just have to wait for 8 hours to pass before I could put it on. I remember the nervous feeling that I would have during warm ups. I would never feel ready to play during warm ups. I was always awaiting the arrival of my biggest fan. My father always had to work really late, usually through the night, on Fridays. He would get home early Saturday morning and crash for a few hours. If I had a soccer game, he would have to come straight from work if he wanted to see me play. During warm ups I would always be looking for the roof of his big catering truck to pull into the parking lot. I could spot that truck from so far away. My "saturday morning" eyes were trained for it. I needed my Dad to be there. He seemed to always show up right at the very end of warm ups right when I was in the center circle standing over the ball for kickoff. He always came at the right time. I wish I could explain the feeling I used to get when I would see his truck pull in the parking lot at Luther Middle School. I guess it's the feeling little children get on Christmas morning. Or maybe it's the feeling of putting on a new pair of socks. No, maybe it's the feeling that you get when you are walking up the path to your home after a long day of work. That feeling you get right before you open the door to family and comfort. That's how I used to feel every Saturday morning when my Dad would arrive at my soccer games. I usually wouldn't get to say hello to him until halftime, but I knew that he was there, watching me. That's all I needed. Just knowing he was there to cheer me on. It always made me run faster and play harder. No matter how tired he was from the long night of work before, he would always take me out to get a Slurpee after the game. I would always get the Mountain Dew flavor and a big bag of 3D Doritos. I will never forget the Saturday mornings when I was little. It's those memories that I hold dear to my heart. The kind that help get you through a long day. Find your own "Saturday Morning" stories and hold on to them forever. 

With love from India, 

Kory

Vishakhapatnam

So let’s count this entry as the first official one from India. I haven’t had the time nor resources to really update the blog, so now that I do I will just get started; I have a lot to say.

Well the ride from Bangkok to New Delhi was interesting. I assume that electronics are cheaper in Thailand….because EVERY Indian family had about 4 huge flat screen televisions with them at the airport. Needlesstosay, this made the check-in experience interesting. Lines were long and the smell of curry was in the air. I finally got passed security and everything and I was waiting patiently in the terminal. Currently I am reading the book “Kite Runner.” I read it once in high school but I have noticed that when you learn more and experience new things, a book you once read years ago turns out to be a totally different experience. I sat down, started reading, and dozed off a few minutes later. “Excuse me sir, last call for New Delhi.” I rushed onto the plane. Luckily the plane wasn’t too crowded. There were some crazy smells going on in that plane for sure. Dad, do you remember what durian fruit smells like? Well, I swear some of these Indian guys use it as deodorant. The inside of that plane suddenly turned into the Taj Mahal or something. Everyone was Indian. Really, everyone. I did manage to find another white guy about halfway through the flight. He was walking down the aisle so I said something to him in English. He looked back at me. Stared. I didn’t know if I had offended him or maybe he just didn’t want to talk. I did notice that his clothes were a bit unorthodox for the USA so I started wondering who this man was. After further investigation, I really was the only white guy on the flight….my “aisle friend” turned out to be an albino Indian.

I finally made it to Visakhapatnam. During my stop in New Delhi I managed to go to the Taj Mahal. Definitely checked that one off of the bucket list. I remember when I was on my mission and I ate at this Indian restaurant called Curry Walla. In the restaurant there was a picture of the Taj Mahal. Every since that moment I have wanted to go see the Taj Mahal. Well, that moment in the restaurant coupled with the movie “Aladdin.” The Taj Mahal was so beautiful. It looked like a backdrop from a movie set or something. It is so white and sparkles from the sunlight. I am really glad I got to see it…but Angkor Wat still smokes that place. Oh Cambodia…..

Let me explain my living situation. I will be spending a significant amount of time in a small Jalari fishing village right on the coast. We’re talking Slumdog Millionaire kind of stuff down there. I went on a run and made my way to the village on Saturday. It was like taking a step back in history a couple hundred years. It’s going to be quite the experience when I spend my time with them there. My plan of attack on the research is to spend 3-4 days living with them in their huts and then come back and analyze my findings at the program apartments. Since I am the only boy, I have a place to myself. I have a bedroom ,  a bathroom, and an extra room I am using for exercise and music. My bathroom is essentially a hole in the ground and a bucket full of water for my showers. I do have a fan which makes the nighttime almost bearable.

Let me expound on my sleeping experience thus far here in Vizag. I bought this rockin’ mosquito net at Sports Chalet before I left. I am glad I did. I put that around my mattress and tuck it in underneath so no mosquitoes can come sleep with me. I read a lot at night because it is too hot for me to fall asleep, so I try and doze off while reading. I usually can fall asleep around 11 p.m. or so. If it is hot, I can’t sleep at all. Well, it is super hot. I fall asleep wet from my own sweat each night. It’s like that feeling of showering and then putting on your clothes without having dried yourself off. Or maybe that feeling of playing sports and not taking your shirt off for a while afterwards. When I wake up in the morning, it feels like someone was pouring water on me all night. I wake up very thirsty from the water loss. My sheets are soaked, my pillow moist, and my body sweating like I just ran a marathon. Please don’t mistake my explanation for complaining. I am not complaining. This is my humble attempt at explaining what my life is going to be like for the next 4 months. My room is just a stone’s throw away from a Krishna Temple. Every morning at 4:30 a noise wakes me up. This is the sound of the neighbors “waking up” the Deity for the day. They parade down the street banging pots and pans and singing loud chanting songs. It reminds me of New Year’s Eve when everyone goes out in the streets and bangs the pots. No, actually it reminds me of when Perry and I used to have to put the dishes away together. Well, either way, I wake up a little disgruntled in the morning. Really guys? Banging pots and pans every morning? Just let Krishna sleep in one day J For the first two days it just upset me….now I am intrigued by what they do. I am going to start waking up in the morning and doing it with them. I love the way they sing the chants. There is a chant leader and everyone else parades behind him. I wanna learn how to lead the chants. A noble goal by December, right?

Well these people are so interesting to me. Definitely different from anything I have ever come across in my lifetime. Some of them are so dark that I can’t tell where their black hair ends and their skin begins. Their white eyes and teeth stick out like sore thumbs when contrasted with the midnight-colored backdrop their skin provides. They are beautiful. Their language is another thing that just throws me for a loop. Telugu is a crazy language. It is so fast and so tough to distinguish the different morphemes. Luckily they also speak “English.” I was relieved when I found out that English was one of the official languages here…but from my short time here I have realized that their “English” isn’t the English that I speak. I can’t understand a word they say. All the more motivation to learn Telugu, right?

I need to wrap up with one of the more sentimental paragraphs I have written in a while. I feel like I have no friends here. Sure, there are other students and even my professor here, but going from my best friend Steven to no friends is tough. Have you ever had that feeling of being alone even when you are in a crowded room? I have had that feeling for the last three days…except this “room” is a city of 2.5 million inhabitants. It’s been pretty tough on me. I try my best to enjoy the adventure and live it up, but it’s tough for me. Come on Kory, Carpe Diem brother. Carpe Diem. Krishnayya, the program director, lives just down the street. Yesterday I went to his house because I had a question to ask. “Krishnayyagaru, how do Indians show love and affection to those they love?” I asked him. “Kory, we don’t. The only love that is shown is from behind the 4 walls of people’s homes. Other than that, Indians don’t show love publicly at all. Neither words nor actions.” This hurt my heart a little bit. Love is kind of like my fuel to get through a tough day. This is how I got through Cambodia…learned how to love them and be loved in return. I need to make friends and show my love and appreciation for them. What do I do when I am having a rough day? I want to serve. I want to go make friends and show them that I love them and appreciate them. Obviously, love doesn’t just come. But when it does, how can I feel close to people if I am not supposed to express that love and care for them? Not the answer I was looking for….

Church was good on Sunday. Just what I needed, actually. I want to share a quick story about a man named Srinivas. He was my first friend here in India. I was sitting in Sunday school class kind of feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I didn’t have anyone to sit next to. Well, there were people I could have sat next to, but no one was EXPECTING me to sit next to them. That’s the difference. It’s like in high school. There is the group that expects you to be with them at lunch. When you arrive, they greet you with a smile. You are welcome there. You are expected to be there. It’s your scene. Then compare that with the feeling of walking into a party of someone you don’t know. Everyone just kind of stares and you feel pretty awkward. You walk in quickly and quietly, trying desperately to find where the soft drinks are, hoping that a Coke will make you invisible. Well, a man came crawling in the door to the room. Yes, crawling. He didn’t have any legs…..polio had kidnapped those when he was in three. He came in and sat next to me. A tender mercy from the Lord. He smiled the whole hour. We became quick friends. He sang the closing hymn just as loudly as I did. He pulled out a tithing slip and paid his tithing. What a man! No legs, no wife, little money, but he paid his tithing. He crawled to church. In that moment when I put my arm around him I felt so much love for him. Srinivas, my first friend. I wanted so badly to be his legs for him. I couldn’t help but think of the Josh Groban song “You Raise Me Up.” Well, I really could raise this man up; he didn’t have legs. I wanted to show him what it felt like to run in the wind. Or play soccer. Or even just go on a walk. I just wanted to be his legs. Or even let him take mine for a while. He deserved it. He was the sweetest man ever. I couldn’t give him my legs, but I sure could put my arm around him and tell him I was glad to meet him and make him smile. About halfway through class I started rubbing his back. Not in a romantic way, or the way I hope Sidney will do to me when I get home (wink, wink) but in a brotherly kind of way. I could feel his muscular back. I could feel the wear and tear of a difficult life. I could feel the leathery, thick skin on his hands that had carried him around each day. As I rubbed his back, I could see him kind of put his head down and enjoy it. When was the last time someone had scratched his back in church? Probably never. “Remember Kory, Indians don’t show affection.” Well, Srinivas was my friend, and if the only way I could show him that I wanted to be his friend then I was going to scratch his back at church. Srinivas is 35 years old. I am glad I met him. It’s people like him that help me get through rough times. It’s people like him that remind me that Heavenly Father created this world and we are ALL children of God. Brothers and Sisters. It’s people like him that prove to me that God exists…..kind of like God’s fingerprints. If you are lucky enough, you can find them everyday. Keep your eyes peeled…..

Well I’m off to bed. Just 20 more pages left in my book and I will be on to the next one. I am starting my research hopefully tomorrow. Should be interesting. Have a beautiful day.

From India,

Kory

PS: I’m shaving my head tomorrow and dedicating it to some temple Goddess…should be interesting.

PPS: I will put the pictures up tomorrow...it takes a while. 

Still Alive....

Dear All,

I am still alive. I just need to get grounded a little bit before I think about writing anything. I found a little internet shop, but it's closing in a couple of minutes so I don't have time to write right now. This country is crazy. I have the same feelings I did when I first got into Cambodia...except this time I don't have a companion :/ I have found out today that even in a city of 3 million you can still feel alone. That will get better. I bought a guitar yesterday for some emotional refuge. I will write more soon.

From India,

Kory

Isn't Mowgli from India? I'm gonna find him.....

Well after a 4 hour flight from Bangkok I arrived in New Delhi about 20 hours ago. It has definitely been a crazy day. I have a lot I want to say, but I don't have the time right now. I will just upload some pictures and write more once I am settled in tomorrow. I have a flight leaving to Chennai at 6:50am and then down to Visakhapatnam after that. I will be arriving at my home away from home tomorrow evening. I will definitely have a lot to talk about. I hope everyone is doing well.....talk to you again soon. 

Kory

PS: Oh ya, I went to the Taj Mahal today :) 

PPS: The pictures aren't going to work :(   I'll work on that tomorrow.

Off to India....for real this time!

Well I don't really know how I feel right now; it's tough to explain. I can't really tell if I'm excited or scared or homesick or what. I just know I have had some good experiences in SE Asia that I will never forget. Thailand has been so great. The Pinvises Family has been such a huge blessing to Steven and I. I remember the feeling I had when we first arrived in Thailand.....we had a 18 hour bus ride from Cambodia and I was exhausted. I smelled badly....what I like to call the "traveler's stank." We were lost in a country that I had never been to. We didn't have cell phones or anything. We were starving. Then I saw Ariel and her mother pull up in a car. What a relief. I won't forget that feeling. I just gave Ariel a big hug.....I probably smelled terribly lol.  I had met her maybe twice before that....but I didn't care. I just gave her a big hug. That was a good feeling. They have been so hospitable to us both and have made Thailand so great. They are such a sweet family and I will miss them a lot. Here's a little picture....

This is what Alaina said..."It's a Chinese dragon behind us so I had to smile like a Chinese person." 

Such a sweet family!

Now it's time to say bye to Steven. That will be pretty tough too. We have become even better friends. We have talked a lot about a lot of things...namely girls though :) Steven really needs to get a girlfriend lol He isn't just my friend, but he has been a lot more than that to me this last month. He was my last little bit of home. We spoke only Khmer with one another which was super fun, and made a lot of white people turn their heads  :) We are off to the airport in one hour. I'm really off to India this time. I have a four hour flight to New Delhi then on Friday I fly down to Vizag. Hopefully everything goes smoothly!! Steven and I decided to take a couple finishing pictures for the trip......enjoy!

Did we spend 45 minutes playing a video game? Yes. Worth it? Y'already know. 

These boots are sick! This is when we went and met the Cambodians in the factory. 

Next entry will be from India. One month down, four to go!


With love, 


Kory