We pulled up to a nice polished road. There were about ten villagers waiting for us with mrdangas, karatalas, and flags. We all jumped out of the bus, turned the speakers on, and the kirttan began. For twenty minutes we walked through small neighbourhoods waving at the passersby and jumping about enthusiastically.

It was funny because the devotees that were playing the mrdangas were happily dancing. They gave me the impression of Hare Krishna rock stars by the way they moved their heads, swung their legs in the air, and followed the beat. This urged the group on and Sripad Acharyya Maharaj chanted even louder. There was one Indian lady that kept grabbing my hand and asking me to dance and chant with her. I finally gave up and was forced to yell Haribol! Haribol! It was nice to be part of such a wholehearted group.