Volvo Bus It!

here's a picture of me outside Decibel at Hotel Samrat in New Delhi about a month ago. i never wear clothing this tight in India, but since we weren't really in India, I let it slide. It's not worth mentioning the others in this picture bc I will probably never see them again. Pilates, anyone?

Yesterday I took off work early. Much needed. In the evening, Santosh came and we went to go get our bus tickets to Jammu. We got a Volvo bus, which costs as much as the Rajdhani almost! But i think it will be worth it-- air ride (no headaches nor vomiting), toilet (no peeing in the field, surrounded by livestock), reclining and reserved seats (no crowd in the aisles nor on the roof). We had to go to the Red Fort to buy the tickets-- pretty close to Old Delhi. Outside the fort there is a row of shacks occupied by bus agents. The first agent we went to did not seem real confident about whether or not a seat was available (he didn't check any sort of book or anything), but he just wanted to sell us a ticket. We went to another agent, "agents" actually, where they had a seating chart for the date we wanted and told us nothing was available except for the day before. so we are leaving on the 11th, by Volvo bus to Katra. The way the agents work is quite amazing-- it was a whirl of shouting to eachother and on cell phones and the cell phones and cash were flying everywhere! it kind of reminded me of the NYSE, and I wondered how they were able to check the availability a few years ago when no one hear had cell phones.

On the way back to anand niketan, we had momos in Connaught Place and then stopped by the Mother Dairy for fruit and milk. We got some mangoes and pears and double toned. guddu called, i talked to him for about 20 minutes, and then he talked to santosh for what seemed to be an unending amount of time. WHile this happened-- we were still stopped on the side of the street-- i had a chocolate ice cream cone and watched some cows duke it out in the trash dumpster.

people should not complain about taking out the trash in the US. at least there, you do not have to contend with rowdy, fiesty livestock. i saw one cow grab the trash from the hands of an elderly Panjabi lady. and because the cows are in the dumpster area, no one gets to close to it. Many men i saw drove by on their scooters and tossed the trash near the dumpster, usually missing, making it easier for the cows i suppose...

as you may notice-- i changed the sidebar on my blog. if you have a blog you would like me to link, let me know thru the comments or email me! these are all the people i could think of now. and if the formatting is sloppy, it is bc i am a self-taught HTML coder.