I love India

I suppose that on my first day, rather, my first travel experience, that I had a fear and paranoia about, well, everything. Watching my bag to make sure the gnomes didn't take it away, looking over my shoulder when being followed in a country of one billion, turning away fresh juice and cheap vendor food because the little health book said so, and of course, thinking that every taxi driver is a devil for scams when actually, it's only half of them. As a professional amateur (young and experienced), the only tip I've learned is patience.

She said it would take one hour to the airport (mental note: when back in Bangkok, ask the ladies at air bus station to make a sign saying, "Traffic jams occur at the same peak hours as in your own country; only difference is that this is f*in wild Bangkok! Thank you!") Two hours and a bit later, I arrive at the brand new and intensely massive Bangkok airport in Thana City. Yeah, for those who've been to Bangkok before, the airport is no longer in the city...it is way the hell out of Bangkok.

I walked about one kilometer to get to my gate, realized that I was once gain one of three white people in a crowd of 160, and got on the Air bus 330. Three hours later I land in massively old Bangalore. I look out the airplane window and what do you thinking is pulling our mini train of luggage? A little white tractor. I can not even begin to tell you what it was like trying to find my little backpack in a crowd of 300, with no order, and only identifying the baggage claim belt by someone I recognized on the plane...right. Everybody right now looks the same.
I found Sahana...actually, I stood outside until she saw me and off we went. I love India.

We are off to a festival today then to Hampi, India's and the World's most ancient ruins. Oh..my health is awesome and the Thai massage and hair cut I had yesterday has got me to a feel-good start.