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We aren't in Kansas..er..Texas anymore (India Part 2)


Thank Heaven for Hotel Pick-up Service...

We arrived in Mumbai, went through customs, found our little guy with the Rodas Hotel sign and were on our way. However, somewhere along the way, my co-worker's Bose headphones went missing. She mistakenly put them on the outside of her bag. Big oops! You must keep an eye on your stuff, otherwise, things tend to go missing in big crowds.

OK. So we get into this little bitty car and this driver has to manuver through hords of other cars and auto-rickshaws. Just our experience in the the parking lot would have been enough to send my mom into cardiac arrest, much less the actual commute. I wondered why the side mirrors of the car were pushed in on the car when I first got in. After 10 seconds of being in the car, though, I realized that the couple of inches that would be added with the mirrors could be disasterous in a place like this. There were a few times that we were just millimeters from plowing into someone.

I've driven in New York, Boston. LA, etc., but there would be NO WAY in H-E- __-__ that I would ever attempt it here. I came to the conclusion that driving lanes are more symbolic than anything else. And traffic lights are more decoration than anything else. And horns are turn signals, otherwise known as, "Hey Buddy, I'm going to turn right in front of you, so I'm honking my horn for you to stop even though I do not have the right of way!" You know the disaster flicks where everyone is trying to get out of a city in a hurry and cars are just all over the place, not using signals or lanes and there are sometimes like 5 cars right next to each other and they are all pointing in a different direction and no one is going anywhere? Well, now I understand what that would feel like. I kept having to tell myself to take deep relaxing breaths and to unclench my teeth. I could have lost a few molars, otherwise. But we managed to make it to the hotel safe and sound with all of our limbs still attached.

And now I'm just chilling in the hotel trying to figure out how I'm going to blow dry my hair without an adapter (the hotel said that the rooms had hair dryers on it's web site, but I guess that must cost extra) and how to iron my clothes without an ironing board and iron (hmm, what a predicament).

But I'll deal with that in the morning.

Over and out

Posted by Lori V 20:18 Archived in India Tagged transportation

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