Colour everywhere. It's in Said's hair, ears, eyes, and nose too.

Watching from the roof of the kitchen, in what were crisp, sparkling white clothes a few hours ago.

Maria, married to one of the workers.

Said's mom is here for medical treatment.  She is the one who gifted me with a beautiful scarf from Afghanistan.

Me with my first Holi colour (and speckles on my nose and cheeks).

Bira Kabli, owner of the Kabli Hotel

Inder, Bira's son.

HAPPY  HOLI at the Kabli Hotel

I haven't left the safety of the covered area outside my room.  I have had the company of the other ladies who are not venturing out either.  There are only three tourist women who are participating

The owner's son, Inder, came and placed a red mark on me and wished me happy holi.  His dad, Bira, also came and wished me a happy holi.

Although the men are working hard to get each other covered head to toe, they have respected my wishes and not "attacked" me.

Inder passed out sweets and now everyone has been given a beer.  There is someone drumming and dancing, too.

Ohhhh, went and ventured out a bit and got doused with a bucket of water.

Everyone is having fun.