Me, Devi and the Hog
So my turn. India. Let me think where to start the story. The bus ride form Mumbai to Goa, was quite possibly one of the greatest adventures I have ever had. To start, its important to understand that the center line in India is only a rough guide, and it basicly means “to the left, to the left, everything you own (like you life) in the box on the left”. This ride blew my mind, the buses move at incredible speeds on the most narrow of roads, storming through switchbacks with complete reckless abandon. The roads are narrow with no shoulder, and buses pass busess, semi-trucks, motorbikes, pedal bikes, pedistrians, and anything else that moves going flat out full speed ahead. Everytime I had the courage to peek my head out into the aisle and look foward all I could see was death. I finally develop what devi called my “Death giggle”, I could not help myself, as I gave up hope and just moved on. When catching up to another vehicle, its imperative that you do not slow down, no matter if there is a blind corner, horizon line, or even a oncoming vehicle. The driver simply pulled into the right lane and moved on by. Crazy ass times
Well, after two days of digesting the driving my manhood was being questioned (by myself) and I knew I had to drive the streets of Goa. I needed the rush of personally facing death, the whiteknuckle adrenalin of certain doom. I rented a scooter, threw Three Shade of Brown on the bitch seat, and took the town. WE crusied in style, one finger on the horn, one on the gas, singing “to the left, to the left, surivial is to the left”…We reached speeds of 65km, did multiple laps of the Margoa town sqaure, hit the country side, got hopelessly lost, only to accidently find the train station (our goal fromt the begining)……The light is still bright, and the hog is calling my name….Adios Amigos…

October 4th, 2007 at 8:32 am
Samuel, Look after my daughter!!!!!!!!!!!
Ruth
October 4th, 2007 at 9:03 am
Just kidding, Sam, but do be careful.
I can’t find the name of these places on the map. I’ll be interested to hear if you even have “seats” on the train!
Ruth