Broch and I are heading down to a place called Araveli Retreat in the far suburbs of Delhi. It's rush hour right now, so it will take us over an hour, I believe.

The bad thing about rush hour is the obvious - tons of motocycles, buses, cars and bicycles crammed together within inches of each others' bumpers. The good thing about it is that it slows everybody down a little. Drivers are aggressive here - granted they need to be, like in any giant metropolis. But some things make me have to just keep my eyes down on my paper and not think about the process too much. We've spent more time on the opposite side of the yellow line here in India, I think, than my whole life in the States (yes, even after being a colllege student in Texas). Often times red lights are merely treated as a suggestion.

Then there is my own annoying preoccupation with rules of the road and driver saftey. Forget worrying about who has the right of way -it's whoever is bigger and/or faster. And notice the rear view mirror in this photo - it's been this way in every car I've ridden in: Instead of being lined up so that the driver can see what's appproaching from behind, it's lined up to be  reflecting *my* image to the driver at all times. Every time I've looked up this morning there has been a pair of brown eyes looking back at me. Now maybe it's a customer service thing. Maybe he's making sure that the customer is always comfortable and content (or hasn't fled the vehicle in terror....) Who knows. I just know my high school driver's ed teacher would have a fit.