First Day in India?
I thought so. We took the bus into the city of Bangalore with our two Indian hosts. A group of white people taking public transportation is not too common a sight, and I felt more out of place than a Yankees fan at Fenway Park. We got off the bus underneath an overpass where an army of rickshaws was parked. After a few eager drivers gave us a complete tour of all 4 seats in their vehicles (meanwhile assuring us that our group of 10 would fit, “noh prohbleem”), we had to tell them that we didn’t actually need a ride. We walked a few blocks outside of town to the railroad tracks. I kept stepping over these small streams of water and could not figure out what they were or where they were coming from, until I realized that every time I saw one there was also a cow standing uphill from me, apparently very well hydrated. Crossing the railroad tracks, we met up with another guide, a local, and entered into a completely different world. Sensory overload. The average number of people p