Dim or Bright- Do it Right

I arrived at the center today and it is fabulous-we definetly have to come here as a group sometime, my room has marble floors and a huge balcony with a lovely view. Everything is so green and the markets are overflowing with papya, mangos, bananas and flowers. It rained all night last night and the weather is oppressively hot and humid-i am literally pouring sweat. So when we do come let's not come in the summer. The center is spread out in five buildings around the village. There is a major temple down the road-apparently they wash their elephant every saturday in the river. I'm looking forward to starting classes tomorrow.
today before leaving Alleppey I went shopping for some new Salwars, i have yet to see an indian woman wearing anything but saris and salwar kamzees . I'm really glad that I had Kathy's to wear on the train ride, although I felt like a fool on the flight from tel aviv it ended up that i was the only one dressed appropriately.
So after another hair raising drive today I started thinking about how to possibly describe the madness that is the Indian road system. So imagine a narrow street, fillled with cars, dilapidated buses(which only seem to go at top speed)motorcycles,trucks, motor rickshaws(tuk tuks), bicycle rickshaws(i saw one the other day with two red velvet upholstered overstuffed armchairs on the back yesterday), bicycles, cows,chickens, goats, the occaisional elephant and of course people. Most of the roads do not have lines but those that do are only there as a suggestion. Vehicles weave in and out, back and worth the whole time honking their horns. there are no trffic lights or stop signs, intersections are a free for all with drivers going as fast as possible before slamming on the brakes, stopping mere centimeters away from other vehicles. As nerve racking as it is i have to say that the absurdity of it all just makes me laugh. My favorite road warning sign that I saw today said: Do not mix the drive with the drink!