India again...

I have been studying...and neglecting my blogging duties. Or so I thought. Now I realize that blogging is a therapy mechanism I employ while in "Incredible India".

The trip over was rough--turbulence for the first 9 hours and then more during most of the next 8. We crossed our fingers that luggage systems would bless us with luggage on the flip side, last year we were not so lucky.

All worked out well and we departed from the airport with the essential NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, No, no. And so it goes. Everyone wanted to give us a ride or wanted money. All you hope for is the big sign that says MR or MS whoever...and whoever is YOU.

We find our driver and are led to the car. And well of course. We are parked with cars all around us and a large orange tarped pile of something in front of us. Thankfully, we did not arrive any earlier, as the locals had just "got on the problem" calling for the services of a HUGE tractor--like a farm tractor that is so prevelant here--to come and take away the big pile.

And we are off...to our hotel.