Driving into Pondi, I laughed to myself about my first impressions of the road. I clung to my driver and said, "You know, I'm trusting you with my life right now." Buildings flew by, shopkeepers shouted, he wove through buses and cars coming in the wrong lane. It's crazy. I asked Monica if she was nervous.
"No, no," she replies. "It's just like driving in Paris... except for all the motorcycles and cows in the road."
Saturday, June 6, 2009
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