We are having much fun in India. It’s mad, chaotic dirty, dusty and some days you love it and some days you hate it. I think you could at best describe it as organized chaos!
How can a country fill us with excitement and joy one day and have us wanting to leave the next? Is it because there are paradoxes everywhere we look? Are the road users are the best in the world or the worst. They have no apparent rules but also there are very few scratches on the cars. Is India the most chaotic place or is it all just a mirage as things do generally run on time and every day millions of meals are collected from the workers wife and delivered to him at the office. This without the need for writing or electronic tagging- I would like to see DHL do that! Why do the Indians have no qualms at staring at us for a good look but do not bat an eye lid when we walk through the market which is a poor but busy thriving place where there are few white people? Why did we have a bad image of India in terms of public toilets but so far they have all been fairly clean and not smelly… I have visited worse on the European continent.
Well what ever the answer may be it’s our last day in Bangalore. We have packed, James has checked under everything and inside every draw and we have left the bags at the hotel. This caused James some concern as the bags we last seen leaving with a porter to be stored. James would have liked to see the resting place for the bags but can’t quite fathom that if we did everything for ourselves there would be no reason to keep 10 porters for the 20 room hotel.
The rest of the day holds some more internet time, a trip to the market to pick up our shirts and then the sleeper train… watch this space for a special update from James on the trials and tribulations of 3rd class travel.
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