It's about nine in the morning right now. At this moment I am sitting in my hotel room, which looks rather like an American Mariott, listening to the beautiful sounds of Indian traffic. See, it's fun, because no two horns sound alike, so once your brain gets used to a few another one pops in and wakes you up after you've basically been on the move for 24 hours.
Traffic and fourteen hour plane rides aside, however, it's all been very nice. Once we got all the way to Delhi we were settled into our hotel and fell right asleep. This morning we finally got to meet the rest of our group, a lovely group of ladies who I can't wait to spend the rest of this trip with.
I don't have a whole lot of time, but I do have time for a story! Indian driving. Terribly scary thing. I had heard stories, but in real life it's even more fun. Driving here consists of about 60% driving, 30% honking your horn telling everyone to get out of the way, and 10% not hitting the pedestrians and bike riders that are running straight in between all of the cars. I'm not exactly sure what the kilometer to mile ratio is (a fact I'm rather embarrassed of), but it looked like we were driving pretty fast in kilometers. I haven't seen a speed limit sign yet.
Anyways, I'm off to my first day at Isabella Thoburn College and, what's that? Lunch with the president of India? Yeah. No big deal.
Traffic and fourteen hour plane rides aside, however, it's all been very nice. Once we got all the way to Delhi we were settled into our hotel and fell right asleep. This morning we finally got to meet the rest of our group, a lovely group of ladies who I can't wait to spend the rest of this trip with.
I don't have a whole lot of time, but I do have time for a story! Indian driving. Terribly scary thing. I had heard stories, but in real life it's even more fun. Driving here consists of about 60% driving, 30% honking your horn telling everyone to get out of the way, and 10% not hitting the pedestrians and bike riders that are running straight in between all of the cars. I'm not exactly sure what the kilometer to mile ratio is (a fact I'm rather embarrassed of), but it looked like we were driving pretty fast in kilometers. I haven't seen a speed limit sign yet.
Anyways, I'm off to my first day at Isabella Thoburn College and, what's that? Lunch with the president of India? Yeah. No big deal.
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