Gettin' Lazy and Funny Pants

So we're about half-way through our time in India, and after weeks of +40 heat, last Tuesday we traveled to the hills in the North West to cool down for a bit in McLeod Ganj. McLeod Ganj is an incredibly relaxed place compared to everywhere else we've been in India. It is also crazy beautiful, remarkably cheap and has some of the best food we've eaten yet. While these things have made for an awesome vacation from India, they also tend to attract two groups: Tibetan monks and Hippies. The first ones aren't so bad (we saw a markedly famous one the other day whose name we don't want to mention so our blog doesn't get blocked when we're in China). However the second.... which brings me to the real reason for this post.

PARACHUTE PANTS!!! 

They are everywhere here, but of course, only on tourists.

Kim and I had this idea to take pictures of white people humorously wearing traditional Indian clothing as something of a joke through out our whole trip. It's catty and cynical, I know, but it passes the time (we had plans to print-out all of these gems along with our expedia e-tickets and put them into a glass top coffee table). But here, its like fish in a barrel. Its like every other white person on the street is wearing these ridiculous pants.

I mean, I understand wanting to dress local, especially in a place with extreme temperatures like India in the summer. But Indian men wear jeans and golf shirts. Women wear dresses or saris, which although occasionaly have loose pants, they're never tight on the waist, crazy loose in the crotch and tight on the thighs.

I'm convinced it must be a joke by a group of Indian tailors somewhere who conspire to see how many westerners they can make dress silly thinking its the 'custom.'

Anyways, tomorrow we move on to Simla where we'll look a Raj-y estates and ride the toy train.