Thoughts while in taxis

Crazy driving. Always in a hurry. I can’t believe that I haven’t experienced a side swiping yet. Not to mention hitting a pedestrian. This did happen in Kenya. The biker was in the wrong but not hurt

Buddhist believe in reincarnation I don’t for me. They don’t care if they die.

Monks here are happy and talk like kids here not other places, like Thailand and Cambodia. They didn’t like to be looked at at all, especially at an alms giving procession

Roads are washed out. Electrical wire as guard rail. Scary

Trust. Have to have it all times. Trust the driver, trust the other drivers, trust the people on the side of the road that they won’t wander off into the road.

Hair pin curves. Near accidents

Tiny range of comfort zone monks endure 40-50 degrees each day and I am cold with a puffy jacket, long underwear, cashmere, mittens and hand warmers and they walk around in a robe. Some have jackets on

Just got my cross cultural moment our car and another slowed way down to pass each other. The car behind the other car wasn’t prepared to stop, slammed on the brakes and honked long and loud. Driver and I just laughed together!

Trip has decreased my opinion of China even more. Why kick a small peaceful country, such as Tibet, out. China is so big, the unforgivable Cultural Revolution where 77 Million Chinese lost their lives and no one talks about that. And now present day China. Only two theaters in SD are not owned by the Chinese. And you all know the rest

Ab work out with the drive. No seatbelts.

Arriving in Trivandrum.