Some thoughts from my trip:

"There is too much urinary freedom in this society." This phrase pops into my head frequently as I observe Indian men making every public wall/side walk their urinal. What I find curious is that unless you are Indian, it is culturally inappropriate to urinate publically and any where and every where. I ask you, is that fair?? What about my guy friends who just so happen need to go just as much as their Indian counter parts, yet have to hold it, while passing by a plethora of Indian men who are making their lives more comfortable when ever they feel the need to relieve themselves.  I will admit, I encouraged a guy friend of mine who was squriming uncomfortably in the back of the tata, while we were stuck in late night traffic, in the middle of no where, to jump out and have a go at the urinary freedom act which is a right of every Indian male. He came back high with energy and frankly a little giddy.  

All though, I will also admit that when a new American friend shared with me this week, after stepping in a pile of holy "poo" as he calls it, that he relieved himself in the ally in which we were walking, that I found it pretty gross! Eeew! I think I will always prefer that men use the restroom unless in the wild where there is none. Anyway, my point is that most of the time Indians operate on a double standard, for example, that we are also expected to be on time while they rarely are. YET at the same time I am expected to abide by clothing rules. SO, when do I know when to apply double standard and when do I apply compliance?

How do eskimos bathe without catching phenomonia? I think I might never bathe if I was an eskimo.

Why is it that no matter what I can not escape the pollution that follows you in Delhi? They say it is like smoking two packs a day...right now I would have to agree as my throat is sreaming at me. I will recover just in time to return to the crisp fresh air in Delhi in two weeks.
Some pictures from my trip to Delhi:

The Red Fort-which might just be the first litter free place I have been to in India. They throw all trash on the ground here. Try getting used to that. I have yet to be able to contribute my trash to the ground here unless having been forced by an Indian. I guess some things are just instilled very deep.
The street full of cycle rickshaws. You will only see these in parts of Delhi. It is fun to hire one for Rupees 10 and take in the streets.







The traffic at an intersection. Can you see the pollution in the air? And the chaos of traffic?









Another picture of what it is like to be on an Indian street.









A beggar girl who found my cycle rickshaw and ran beside it with her hand on my leg begging for food. What do you think this expression portrays?




And finally, the spare tire on a truck I was next to in traffic! How about the quailty of that bad boy?! Indian standards are just not the same. I have seen tires on buses that look worse!
I had to rescue the 40 year old lady I was traveling with from a man who was foaming at the mouth and hitting her, yelling in some language that neither of us understood. That kind of stuff is always fun. Hearing someone you are traveling with yelling your name for you to come save them from a degranged stranger...And why exactly did the presence of a 16 year old looking girl change the course of events? Who knows, but I managed to take her by the arm and drag/steer her to safety.
So anyway, most of the time my job is pretty fun, and at times it seems the only thing that could make it better would be the presence of the best friend to go with me. Some one who was not different from me in EVERY way and with whom I could just laugh at things...Someone to share my journey with and know they will always be around to share the memories with...oh best friend where are you?