Summer and I were having a snack at a cafe in Hampi when she said to me, "I gotta take a picture. You look like such a stupid hippie right now."
|And I did.|
The buns in my hair weren't helping, but let's face it, it was the pants.
One of the things that irritates me about 'what to wear in India' is that these ridiculous pants (Summer and I call them 'silly pants') are for sale everywhere you look, but the only people who are wearing them seem to be the Western tourists. I didn't want to buy any out of sheer stubbornness. But they're just so dang practical. First of all, they cost less than $5. They work for the heat, for 12-hour bus rides, and for hiding butt dirt from sitting on curbs while waiting for 12-hour buses. You can grab the center part that hangs in the crotch and use it to wipe the sweat off your face, or in desperate times, the boogers out of your nose. The leg holes cinch up your legs when you have to squat on the side of the road to pee. You can stick a leg up on a chair and nobody will see your butt. They're not really a skirt, but they're not really pants either.
They're silly pants!