These high - pitched , excitable conversations were conducted in English peppered with lilting Gujarati and punctuated by laughter and squeals of delight or gasps of disbelief . And always , always , saturated by such infectious enthusiasm , that I wished I was party to their plans and promises and not an invisible spectator . I watched bags being unpacked and I smiled inwardly as a bevy of Indian beauties paraded in front of the salon mirrors , saris held up to their shoulders as they - and I - admired the richness of the fabric , the silvery scaled glinting of sequins as lengths of material were flicked and tossed and lovingly caressed and sighed over .

Question: What country is the narrator traveling in ?
Answer: They are in a Indian reservation .They are in India .They are in the West Indies .None of the above choices .