Vinit

So... I've recently finished two weeks in India, travelling from Delhi to Varanasi. My tour leader was a guy named Vinit (pronounced vin-eet, and hey it only took me half the tour to get it right... so I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer... but if you're reading this you already know that... and I digress...). It was Vinit's first real tour ever (I think he'd had a go at it with an experienced guide -get your mind out of the gutter you pigs, I meant he led a practice tour). In any case he was very sweet, perhaps a wee but overly concerned for our welfare, but nice nontheless. Vinit is in fact a nurse and a midwife (although I'm pretty sure at some point he mentioned that he'd never, ever delivered a baby) from Udaipur. He is the baby of the family, and has an older brother. If I recall correctly (which rarely happens) his father is an accountant (as is his brother) and his mother is a nurse (does anyone else detect a pattern here?). He used to work for some telecommunications company in Bangalore (he was the guy who listened to you whinge about poor customer service, not one of theose guys who call at suppertime selling long-distance telephone service plans). And he gave up all this to lead whingy tourists around India... It really does boggle the mind. I learned all sorts of cool stuff from Vinit. Like apparently, a goldfish is a really expensive type of pet to have in India, so if you want to hook up with a rich dude in India, the Petsmart is the place to hang out... And people rent babies and then hang out on the street corner and beg (although I have a hard time believing this)...
The picture I have included here is Vinit in Chanderi, with flowers in his hair (which I feel compelled to say was a bit unusual, and might I add he asked me not to use this photo, but I couldn't resist).