I arrived yesterday after a loong flight surrounded by screaming children. As soon as I got on the flight I felt like I was in India, with the fight attendants in saris, indian music playing on the loud speaker, Bollywood films being screened, and being the only Western woman in sight.
I took a tiny taxi with no seat belts through the city to
my friend Clare's apartment. She's here on a Brown U. program so I am staying at their apartment in a quaint residential district. The ride was my first real view of India. In the three lane road, four lanes of cars, rickshaws, bicycles, and pede
strians formed. The cars honked incessantly; larger cars even had "please honk" painted on their rear.
From the apartment the cacophony of city life persists, with a nearby highway you can hear cars honking day and night, and it sounds like a religious parade is going on from the drumming, music, cheering voices and fire crackers I can hear from inside.
The time shift is very confusing. I woke up at 4am this morning and with nothing to do I meditated for an hour, went back to sleep and then woke up at 3pm.
That's all for now folks,
Metta to all!!
(view from Clare's apartment)
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