Toilet oh Toilet I hate you, you stink

Anyone who has been to India has some sort of toilet adventure story. Mine has been endless. When I first came to India shitting in a hole just wasn't going to happen....so I just didn't......for way to long. Then there was life in the monastary which as I'm sure you can imagine sitting on your bum all day backs things up a bit. Now without going into any finer detail lets just say not much has been solid since entering India. But it's not a big deal because I feel great. So the interesting parts of the bathroom experience...toilet paper is rarely provided so you learn to carry a role with you....and pissing on a train requires a new kind of balance I didn't think I had. And the toilets don't usually flush so, like in my house, youhave to pour a bucket of water in after you take care of business. And there is no such thing as a clean bathroom in India, so I've just learned to get over it. India helps you let go of any germaphobic tendencies you once might have had. And I have had water out of the tap and food on the street.....and I haven't taken any shots or medicine and I'm great....and I'm also knocking on wood right now. Well there is so much more to say, but the beach is calling me. So until next time, I love you all.