The Indian "Mall"

I've decided to call the post this because Mary asked me if there were malls and I said that the markets were basically the Indian version of a mall. Well, I went to a 'mall' on my second day. We had to go before some of the stalls started closing during the hottest part of the day. The market, on the nutshell, was a maze of tents containing stalls and tables in every possible place you could cram them while still having room to walk. There were spice stalls, shoe stalls, fruit stalls, jewlry stalls, rice stalls, and one table where all they had was jackfruit. There was even a noodle stall that had Star of David noodles!

But then Daddy had to show me the fish section of the market. I think it smelled worse then even the street that always smells like raw sewage, the Petit Canal. And that street is almost impossible to avoid crossing. It's like having to cross a river of skunks who had beans for lunch. Anyway, it was kinda cool. There were even fisherman selling sharks they had caught! So we get home and I'm boiling hot. The fans are turned on and we finally could relax and cool down.

Until the ninjas attacked!!!!!

Naw, just kidding. I just thought this post was a little short.

Sorries

Because of poor internet access I can't always post or write emails, so although I can't get in touch as often as I hoped, please keep sending emails and commenting on my blog.

Also, the computer can be tetchy so I have trouble posting pictures sometimes.

I'm here (sing-song voice)

Finally, I'm here! I took off from Philly at 7:00 PM Sunday and, by Philly time, got to London at 2:00. Then we had to go through security (again, ugh. What could we have done between getting off the plane and getting to the security line, which took all of 5 minutes?!?!?!?!?). Then we took off to fly to Mumbai, which was an ok flight. I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer (awesome show) on my dad's Ipod and then tried to sleep. Sleep, ha ha, as if. After trying to sleep for an hour (and failing miserably) I gave up and played Dragoneer's Art on my PSP. The stupid Fuming Sprigets and Death Furies kept killing me and even if I beat them, the Demon Servant would kill me when I tried to save the Fire Dragon.

Anyway, I finally fall asleep, so I miss breakfast and wake up, only to see lunch has been served! Jet lag is really annoying! We arrive in Mumbai and have to go through security, again! Has the world sunken so low that they distrust the general public this much? So, I'm in a new county, on a new continent, on the other side of the world, and I can't even go through security with my dad!! India is so sex segragated that there are different security lines for men and women! I'm on the other side of the gates, stuck in a slow moving line and my first experience in this new, yet still incredible, country is being seperated from my dad.

That aside, I got to the gate and waited two hours. Then it was off to Chennai, on another flight. A car picked us up and took us to Pondicherry. The trashcans in Chennai were PENGUINS. In Pondicherry they were RABBITS. What is up with this country?...??

During the drive I saw at least 50 cows, 30 goats and and probably 100 dogs. No monkeys or pigs yet, but beautiful birds and wretched bugs are abundant.

So what the trip was...
1. plane from Philly to London 6 and a half hours
2. plane from London to Mumbai 12 hours
3.layover in Mumbai 3 hours
4. plane from Mumbai to Chennai 2 hours
5. car from Chennai to Pondicherry 3 hour

GRAND TOTAL: 26 AND A HALF HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I saw some Pondi sights like the temples and the beach and had a jolly good first day.

The Super Grandma Rap

I know this does not relate at all to India but it is really funny. Click here to see my awesome video or just watch it:

Some pictures

Some introductory pictures of India for Blue Team, thanks to my dad!

Testing...

This is just a test to try out typing on my blog. I also wish to warn you all be using the words quaeritate and jobler often. They are words I adopted from this awesome site, www.savethewords.org, that deals with words in danger of being taken out of the dictionary. They mean, in order, to ask and someone who does small jobs. I'm sorry I can't post anything, being, y'know, I'm still in the great U.S. of A. Ahh well, I'll have more to say in a week.