We woke up to the sound of Indian music Playing and the group before us leaving the camp for the mountain. Before trying to leave our tent some random guy (whom later we would come to understand was the head hancho around camp) told us we weren't allowed to wear shorts in camp. The reason we would also come to know was due to the conservative ways of southern Indians.We ended up playing bat mitton with him later in the morning, and one after the other he beat us, it was a little embarassing but all in all I feel pretty good about it, especially since hes pretty much mastered the game during his reign of terror over the camp, however many decades that might be is anyones guess, in our defence though the sun was facing us and thus we were pretty much blind the entire match.During the course of the morning and of the day itself we've been meeting the most interesting and kind hearted people, I was certain at first that we must be having some sort of golden streak of luck in finding such wonderful people, but after a while that was becoming less and less likely to be the case. What I eventually found to be the truth was what I would unknowingly be announcing to the camp in a few short hours.We had some free time so we hitched a few rides into town and went off looking for some naan to eat. Of course we wondered for what seemed like hours without any success but eventually came to a humble stand beside the road, there we had some wonderful and very cheap potato filled naan breads that came with 2 different dips, costing only 10 rupees (20 Cents roughly) they were a great find, we had three each and were stuffed, and all for only 60 cents!On our way back we kicked off the shoes and let the river wash the wear from our feet away. Then we went for some ice cream, and this is where we would meet (Zie German) a man whom I'm certain neither of us will soon forget. He came up to us and struck up a conversation as if we had been aquainted for years yet purposely avoided greetings or aknowledgements of any kind for the sake of quick and easy ear fulls of none sense.Only seconds into his apperance he hands blake some money and asks him to buy some cigarettes, which for reasons I have yet to comprehend he does without any complaint or question. Upon his return he mutters 3 sentences all of which begin and end with rum, the rest of which only a seasoned linguist and mastered guess artist could hope to decipher.When I realized he was speaking High German I did what I could to speak with him, this of course was futile but a attempt was made. By attempt I mean to say that I just nodded and spoke affirmatives such as "ha ya, Naturlich and aecht" at random intervals during his long monologue like blabberings. It was honestly a single sided conversation, i might have been one of those bobbing heads that continuously nods its head regardless of the input it recieves.At one point he randomly ordered a person of the street to bring his bag to him, when the person walked off in sheer confusing Zie German scoffed and continued with his ridiculous speech, only this time in the absence of our presence, since during the time of his attempt to order random people off the street around we had all silently agreed to walk off without any sound or warning.Afterwords Raveesh swore to us both that he was nothing but a crazy Sheik pretending to be German, I of course had to disagree for the following reasons; He Spoke High German, he wore socks with his sandals, he loved rum, he was aragant, rude , smoked cigarettes like there was no tomorrow, batshit crazy and a total drunk, the very definition of a crazy old german.When we got back to camp Raveesh (advised) me to charge the battery on my camera, and despite my objections it couldn't have worked out better. You see while I was at the Charging station (basically a palapa from mexico with sockets) I met the other kids from the camp, one of them invited me to play Pittu, it's a game in which each team must pick 3 players that have 3 tries each to knock over a stacked pile of 5 or so rocks over from a certain distance with a ball.If they succeed then they must hurry and restack them before the other team can aquire the ball and hit any member of your team with it below the waist. It was really a fun game, and would have been better had not more than 70% of it been childish arguing and complaining from all sides involved. The game ended, some of them tried to teach me how to play cricket but that prooved to be a complete failure, I was more confused afterward then I had ever been about the sport.We had dinner and afterward we all gathered around a mass of christmas lights that were to lite in place of a real campfire sue to regulations forbiding them. During which time anyone who wanted could perform a talent of there choosing. At the end when all those that wanted to perform had done so, I got up and introduced us to everyone and also told them something along the lines of "India is an amazing place and Indians are the nicest and greatest people in our planet." With great applause and a warm feeling deep inside me I sat down next to Blake and when all was said and done we went to sleep inside our tent, with all the camp now eager to spend more time getting to know the only foreigners in camp.