India

I am in a net cafe, frantically typing on a ridiculously stiff keyboard trying to communicate to you.

Important things first: we are in India.

At first, to be honest, I hated India. There is very little internet (difficult for a FaceBook addict that I am), packs of dogs run all over, open sewers lay by the side of the road, you have to shower out of a bucket, there is very little internet, it was hot at Christmas time, the houses are not very clean, you are only allowed three pieces of toilet paper to clean yourself with (you know how hard that is?!) and there was a whole new culture to get used to. You are not allowed to use your left hand to eat or wave, which is really difficult when you think about it. Also, some wisecrack told me the thumbs up here was like the middle finger. (It's not.)


That was my first impression, and was highly influenced by the jet lag. Looking back on it I realize I was too hasty. You get used to a lot of it.


Oh man, times up! I have lots more to say, but not enough time to say it. And this may be the last time I get on Internet for another two months.


Goodbye for another two months . . .