Last night's cab ride was something I will never forget. The Indian road code is something you would probably find on a crumpled up piece of paper in a gutter, with words written on it, "stay awake, beep your horn" because the extent of there driving is basically just that, lots and lots of tooting. I have to agree with Tim Burns when he explained that the tooting of horns is slowly, wearing him down. The smell I'm surprisingly coping with, however my nose was really pushed to the limit in the meat section of the market we went too today. India is in your face, walking down the road is mentally tiring, you have to have your wits about you at all times, something very different to Auckland. However the people are bringing closure to my anxiety, the re assuring smile is something you will find everywhere you look, which gives you a warm feeling.
Sam
Sam
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