Party Richshaw woo

Man oh man, everyday here is an adventure. Yesterday, when I got to work Semal told us one of us needed to go back to the BMS (where we are staying) to get two letters for him. He wasn't feeling well and couldn't go. Not thinking clearly in this heat I didn't question why letters for him would be delivered to our guest house half way accross the city, and not keen on stitting watching girls sew, I volunteered. When I got on the metro it was jam packed. I mean I was literaly smooshed against the window and could not move. At the next stop about 8 more guys got in and we all managed to fit. It was insane. Everyone is sweating and shoved up against each other, let me tell you I was holding tight to my bag. After a few stops more people got off and it was fine. Then I walk back to BMS, i got a little lost on the way back but no big deal. Elliot street, my hood basically, was in a complete standstill. See there are these trams that go along elliot and totally random times, and cars and rickshaws as well. So when traffic is busy the trams can't get by because the cars and rickshaws weave in and out of the tram tracks. Basically everyone is stuck and and horns are a honking. Its faster to walk during these times...anyway, I go to pick up the letters - turns out their invitations to a Christian giant prayer megathon at the end of the month wehre 15,000 will gather. So I'm running a private errond for Semal. Let me tell you I was livid. Absolutely pissed off. One of the other volunteers jokingly nicknamed me CfJ. Courier for Jesus. I was about ready to quit. After my blood sugar level was restored and Semal gave us time off and paid me for my travel expenses I felt a bit better. I'm not running anymore erronds though...

The best part of the whole trip, was the party rickshaw. Some of the auto-rickshaw drivers 'pimp' out their rides and put in loud speakers and flashy lights. So I was in this rickshaw with 5 other young Indian dudes wearing the hip western clothing and flashy sunglasses cruisin' down Elliot street with the indian version of drum and base - uhn sis uhn sis uhn sis uhn sis - tre surreal.

This morning we had the day off so we walked to the Victoria Memorial which was great. On the way there we walked though this open field filled with goats and goats. hundreds of goats. more goats then you would every imagine. It was cool. The memorial itself is standard. Well kempt gardens, huge colonial styel building...colonial art and 'greatness'... it was nice to be somewhere quiet..

Its starting to thunder! rain! yay! We were talking last night about how they air felt heavy and thick. One british person called it pregnant which caused confusion with the canadians and americans...anyway at certian times of day you can hardly breath because the air is so thick with gasoline fumes and spices and trash and just the city...