16. November 2002 09:58
Ok. So no matter how much
you prepare for India, you can't prepare for it. I knew this
before I arrived, but surely I believe it with no shadow of
doubt at this point. I don't know where the hell I am *grin*
but it can't possibly be real.
Where on earth do I start? The plane ride was hideously long,
and the planes were packed with people and screaming babies
(no, those don't count as people). Luckily, we weren't sitting
by those bundles of joy.
Customs took a while, leaving us time to admire the marble
floors of the airport... and most other places we go to have
marble in one shape or another (this dazzles Penny, so I thought
I would share. I'd be more impressed if it was all tiger's
eye or condensed lint or something a little different).
Getting baggage, changing money and getting through customs
was all but easy. Getting OUT of the airport was harder. Geetali
met us at the airport and had sent her driver to go get the
car, but he disappeared. This was my first taste of how things
run in India (and I think that statement will have more weight
in a week when I've experienced more). Regardless, Geetali
is a sweet woman, and Sunita (that's how it is pronounced
anyways) is a character I will have to divulge on another
time (she's the 'girl friday').
We had arrived at night... 2 am, so I didn't get to really
see what I had gotten myself into that first night. We didn't
get to Geetali's until 4:30ish after all the nonsense, so
Penny and I slept till 5 pm the next night (once again, deprived
of the outside world). The next morning, my first morning
out, started with me kneeling at the porcelain god, throwing
up what little I had in my stomach. Dehydration? Reaction
to the boiled and purified water? Malaria pills reaction?
Flu bug? Raunchy papaya? Who knows. But it was a bad omen
I tried to ignore. All I knew was that I needed bottled water,
Geetali had to work, so we went into town with her on her
'work bus'. That was when it really hit me where I was (let
me send this off and continue in a second email)
Next Mail: India part 2
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