I’m adding an India category because holy crap we are moving to India where I will have to see this on all the trucks:
Is it Horn, OK, please; Horn OK, please; Horn OK please? I just don’t get it and it bothers me to see it. Also in India they don’t believe in safety belts. This also drives me crazy because if I’m ever going to die in a fiery car accident it will be in India where people don’t believe in lanes, cows/pigs/bicyclists all share the road with cars and no one wears a seat belt!
Overall a good trip to India…though there was some intestinal diease which had me writhing in agony and moaning to my mother that I wasn’t ever having kids because if I couldn’t survive Indian intestinal disease without thinking I was dying from the pain how would I survive childbirth? Exactly, I won’t, therefore no kids without heavy sedating drugs. Also, there is no dignity in intestinal disease.
I went to a wedding while in India. I wish I had the photos to post. It was Monsoon Wedding to a T (without the incest). There were white horses, dancing in the rain, a random band, colorful tents and the whole nine yards. It was quite an experience. There were also seven million flies, twelve billion malaria carrying mosquitos, and people serving lunch with their BARE FREAKING HANDS. Needless to say I did not eat, not knowing where those hands had been (other than in my food) and because it is gross regardless.
And I am going to add that sitting by the restroom on the Virgin flight back was absolutely disgusting. I like Indian people I really do, but I hate travelling them. They push as if they won’t get off the plane and ohmygosh the plane may take off again before they get off. Also from my experience by the restroom, very few of them wash their hands after using the restroom (also making me happy that I did not partake in the wedding food).
Oh, more to come on the whole moving to India.
