trash burns

It is my last day in Santiniketan. At 9:30 pm tonight I'll leave here, board a train and then board another train at 9 am bound for Darjeeling. I'll be riding in a Toy Train on Thanksgiving!! How cool!
It's trash burning day here in the old santi-town. Actually, every day is trash burning day, but today they're burning the morning too, which is unusual. Usually at about 4 pm the air fills with smoke--smoke that stays in my hair and on my scarves and inside my nose. I've decided is a mosquito-repellent, and so I've embraced it. But the smoke in the morning is a bit much, I have to say.
I also had to pay my nice old cleaner woman 70 rupees this morning, and for what? That's all I have to say. I swept my own room much of the time. But she's just so old and... she held out her hand... and I gave her 20 and she wasn't satisfied so, whatever. $1.50 later, she's giggling and blessing me. I guess it was worth it for the karma.
I was up for four hours last night, from the hours of 12 - 4 am. I'm not sure why... just staring at the ceiling and turning on the light now and again to swat some mosquitos. But, in my dazed and confused state I came up with the idea that the tractor riders here in santi-town look like rogue bandits. So, it was a worthwhile 4 hours of sleep lost, because obviously the theories were flowing.

If I am unable to write tomorrow, Happy Thanksgiving all! I will be thinking of you in Darjeeling. I'll treat myself to chick curry or tandoori chicken or something... I haven't had meat in 1 week so it will almost be like turkey, right?