(Email from Mommy to Home Group)
India is - indescribable - that is not necessarily a good thing -
Dave and I had to ride by ourselves from the airport at midnight in a taxi to our guest house - our scariest moment so far. It was a death defyng ride with a driver who got lost and seemed mad at every other car. Dave decided that red lights mean "go" in this country.
Then somehow we all arrived at this wonderful guest house - an oasis in the midst of a nightmare.
We spend a day here and catch an all night train to some place where we get a taxi (!) and ride for 3 hours to the mountains where Elizabeth lives. We are repacking everything so we can leave some stuff here and all go in one taxi.
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