Anytime you are on the streets in India, it is a very interesting time. We saw all kinds of sights. I like these little yellow cars the call rickshaws (luckily for the driver he gets to sit inside instead of the old way of being out front and pulling it). We also saw some grass huts which were pretty common although the majority of homes are brick and plaster. We also got to experience Indian driving. I think the only rule in Indian driving is "Don't crash". Pretty much anything goes just don't crash doing it. The horn over there is a means of self expression and i guess an warning. Like beep! beep! "look out here I come!! " But for all that craziness I didn't see any accidents. During this trip to the boys home I was once again reminded and almost overwhelmed at the shear number of people in India. There were cars, rickshaws, motorcycles, bicycles and people walking everywhere! It was a testimony to the need of the Inidan people because anywhere you have that many people you are going to have tremendous need and a lack of resources.
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