We visited a Jain community center for lunch. The Jain are very similar to Hindus. Among the similarities I understand (because of lunch) is vegetarianism; they differ in that they will only eat food that grows above ground -- so no onions, potatoes, garlic, etc. For the meal, diners sit in long rows at stainless steel tables set with metal dishes. Servers come with different foods that they deposit on your plate as they move down the row -- kind of like a cafeteria line in reverse. The food is very filling. (I'm leaving room for interpretation here.) My appetite still hasn't returned and it hate to be wasteful but with being sedentary, it's not possible to finish.
Arriving at the eco hotel for the night was an amazing treat. Not only was it beautiful -- it was quiet! I could hear birds and the occasional breeze sweeping through the bushes. Dinner was wonderful and I slept deep and hard. (The malaria preventive I'm taking is famous for stimulating bizarre dreams. Mine aren't particulary srtange but incredibly busy. Last night my name was tapped to become Hilary's vice presidential candidate. Bill thought it a great idea whereas she was pissed. Before I woke up, I had decided that I wasn't going for it but would use the moment to press for a different nominee...)
Kutch is the center for many textiles and a comparatively prosperous area... few families living on the street, less garbage, fewer and healthier dogs. We visited an embroidery village and then saw a woodblock printing facility -- both very interesting. At this point, all but two of the group are or have been sick -- and that includes our leader, Shila. In addition to the viruses, we share symptoms, remedies, and sympathies very generously.