Colorful. Vibrant. Vivid.

It is almost impossible to have a bad day here because everything is so bright and beautiful.  This is a country that appreciates making ordinary things beautiful. 

xo

Election Day!

Four more years!
I am a very happy girl.
When I got to school this morning, it was about 9pm in the US and Obama was behind Romney in electoral votes. Then, by third hour, they were tied at almost 200 electoral votes.   I was pretty nervous, but by lunch time, I got to read about an Obama victory!

I was disappointed to see that Indiana was Red after voting Blue last year, but Ohio was thankfully Blue.  (No republican has ever won a presidential race without winning Ohio.)

Zoom Zoom.

Were it not for rickshaws like this one, I would not be able to travel about India like I am fortunately able to do.  Riding in a rickshaw has become such a zen experience for me.  The wind rushing through my hair.  The scenery transforming from the slum where I live to whatever magical place I am headed toward.  I just love it.

Initially though, it was somewhat terrifying.  There are no traffic rules or signs or even lanes here.  Rickshaws are always hitting people and each other.  The first time your rickshaw speeds by a bus going the opposite direction with only a couple of inches in between is truly a heart-stopping moment.

Also, it's cheap. I can get from here to the heart of downtown for the equivalent of about $2. 

Drivers however, are the most frustrating part of this entire country.  Because I'm an obvious visitor to India, it is always assumed that I know nothing.  This means that every time I get into a rickshaw, I have to fight to get the driver to use his meter.  They always want to double the price too because they say that once they leave the slum, they'll never be able to find a customer who wants to come back.  Also, if it's dark outside or raining, or hot, or windy, I should play double.  I'm getting pretty tough though! 

The other day, I was headed to Cooke Town to visit Claire.  This trip usually costs around 60 rupees.  It was really early in the morning though, so I knew I'd probably have to pay more.  I agreed to pay 150R and not use the meter.  Halfway there the driver says "300 Rupees."
I say, "No. 150"
"400 rupees."
"No 150."
"400."
"Let me out here."
"..."
"I said stop."
He takes me to Cooke Town and stops at a stop sign. 
I throw 150 Rupees at him and run away, which was probably not the most mature way I could have handled it, but hey, at least I didn't pay 400 rupees ($8).

Out my window

The Q-Tips are black here!