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                           P   !   (((paoho)))...    Here we are sitting in the Mumbai airport at Gate Eight.   It is midnight, to that means it is changing from Tuesday to Wednesday.  I don't know how we survive if there is no Krsna!   Our life is full of austerity. Of course, guys in Africa or World War II or...   have it a      LOT      worse, but we go on with this physical and emotional and intellectual stress for a long time. I guess all the time.

Well, our entire process is suicide, so why can we complain.  The only question is whether you are actually killing the soul disease which makes you sick, selfish, way down deep.
   JUDGE BY THE RESULTS.
We are carrying on a brief case and our two-gallon metal bucket. EVERY time they want to see the contents at the Security Point. This evening, 30-minutes ago, the security guard wanted to see Lord Nrsmha deva, so I unwrapped him.  He put up his arms and said, "Jaya, Nara hari!"       Almost all the Security Guards and Immigration people say, "Hare Krsna".

Our flight is at 2.20AM!    We have two hours to chant Japa.     Guess we will start Japa Joe tomorrow morning again in Madrid.     We ate some fried bread chips that Hari-krsna Das gave to us in Radha Govinda temple in Kolkata. 

Our stomach and Hari-bowls seem to be dealing with it O.K. (but not perfectly) so far.

Strange place: About 12-fourteen year old girls and two ladies cut'n up. One family of like HIppies doing some Tai Chi.  The Gate is deserted.   About 55-people within view, in a room the side of three basket ball courts.  Oink!  OInk!  Whoop!    Whoop.

             ON the shuttle flight to here they served Chicken or Veg.  A LOT of people took the Chicken.  India has changed a lot in the last 4-years.   Everyone is going to hell, but the Stewards still call all the ladies, "Mum", and it is chicken and not beef!
            We are Krying in distress that we cannot give any K.C. to people.  Hare Krsna.
Well, I guess we chant some Japa.   We got Skype set for "Away".   This USB modem turns into a pumpkin in about two hours.

Hare Krsna.  Hare Krsna.                  The whole trip to India and Australia so far reminds us of Srila Prabhupada's comment to Jayatirtha Das: Wherever you make the endeavor you will find that the preaching is good.   So, many people are helping the Sankirtana, but we feel afraid to rely too much on anybody...   Especially ourselves .. Ha!    Ha!     Ha!             We kind of try to Chant HK / HR and put any service into immediate use.

                Hey!    We didn't know this thing has a camera!!           This is a picture of us here.  See, the beard!    We are trying to "Dress our age".   People look at us and say, "Don't give the old guy too much work".   Actually the Immigration line was like 20-minutes long, but when we came to the front door guy he looked at us and said, "This way Bobba, fast lane".  So we used our cane a little bit so that people wouldn't be envious of us and went through more quickly.

It's a fact though, its a lot of stress on our heart standing for a long time lines.

O.K.  Lets try one more picture!