Crossroads

This one's mainly dedicated to our new friends who have now, for the most part, left Pondi. The last couple of weeks have been dominated by frantic working to finish our group assignments (which we did, and quite smoothly at that) and almost equally frantic socialising. A dozen farewell dinners, -parties, -lunches, -volleyball tournaments (we lost miserably to the local heroes) and other events later, only a small group of people are left. For our part, we'll be around for another week or so to write our exams, then we embark on our two-month journey around India. At this point I'm certain our blog posts will become far more action-packed, so stay tuned.

For now, I settle for saying that my - and I'm sure I also speak for Sigurd S - life in Pondi has been a curious and terrific one, largely because of the people we've met and friends we've made. I hope you all feel the same way, that you will think of this semester as a time when we were young, when we would lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we could see. Cheers, ye Princes and Princesses of Pondi, I hope to see you all again.


Sigurd B
- whistling Eventyret om en melodi


"We owe a lot to the Indians"
Albert Einstein