Friday, June 10, 2011

Rickshaw AKA "auto":  This is the death trap that I
will probably end up dying in before the trip is over. 
I want toget a picture of how bad the traffic is to show
everyone...
It’s amazing how many things are different here and how the differences layer upon each other creating an atmosphere that’s almost another planet.  I’m keeping a list of differences that I am going to post at the end of the 4 weeks in Mumbai.  The weather is hot and muggy ALL the time which zaps my energy and makes me tired very quickly.  There is constant noise outside that never ceases.  Honking, yelling, whistling, and roaring engines make up a steady droning background.  The drivers here honk constantly because it helps them communicate with each other that they are getting ready to pass and are in close proximity.  Our morning lecture is very hard not to day dream through because the doctor talks to us about very simple concepts multiple times (he kills the horse, drags the horse, drags it some more, then buries the horse).  I know I’ve talked about this before, but it’s REALLY frustrating.  Once he has nothing else to say about the subject at hand, such as today’s HIV/AIDS lecture, he will pick a random topic and just keep talking.  When he has finished he will pick another random topic.  It is incredible how much he loves to talk.  Our local coordinator is a lot like that as well so I believe that it’s an India thing.  Indians also love to entertain guests.  In the middle of every lecture, the doctor’s hired servant/secretary brings us all luke-warm cokes.  Another small difference in India is that actually COLD drinks do not exist unless one's in a higher scale restaurant.  While everyone has refrigerators, they set them so the drinks are slightly chilled/room temp.  I’m sure they do this because electricity is expensive.  It is irritating listening to the doctor ramble in a 90 degree muggy room, then be given warm pop.  AHH! Haha…oh well. Such is life. 

PS: Something funny that is COMPLETELY true of 99% of the Indian population is the stereotypical head bobble seen on cartoons and television.  They all bobble their heads when talking.  I think they do it when they are thinking, but the other group members have different hypotheses.  The mystery of the origin of the head bobble continues…
 

1 comment:

  1. Isn't it amazing how many things you, perhaps, took for granted back here in the ol' USA... I remember traveling through the old soviet block countries in the early nineties and being so grateful upon setting foot back on US soil. I was not a Christian at that time, but now I see how truly blessed we are as a nation... makes me think of Luke 12:48... "For everyone to whom much is given..."
    Keep the posts coming, its great hear how your days are going.

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