The cow in the road looks like my dog

Bangalore, at eleven in the morning. I found an internet cafe with the help of one of the many, many, many, many men who offered to take me anywhere I would like to go. Well, that's nice. I thought I would just wander, but not having been able to communicate for a couple days, I thought that I should at least let my husband know that I made it to India healthy and happy and with eyes very wide open. Okay, well, they are open as much as they can be until I start sneezing from rickshaw exhaust.

Things are stacked. Cars are stacked on rickshaws are stacked on pushbikes are stacked the road. The buses are stacked with people and the people are stacked on each other. On my first day, I love it. The colors, even with a layer of dust churned up from the dry roads, are vibrant and shocking behind billowing puffs of exhaust. Bangalore seems to be experiencing quite a boom from the IT industry. Everyone talks about it. Everyone wants to know if I live in the Silicon Valley when I am in California. Thank goodness, no. (Yeah, like LA is so much better, huh?)

I go to Mysore today where I will be able to unpack my bags and make myself at home for a month. All indications point to easy internet use, and even more fodder to write home about. Fodder... I will keep it from the cows as long as possible.