Oh my lord

ok, where do I begin here.. We get into Kol, and there is this announcement on the plance telling us that there is a strike in the airport so that means that there are no Luggage trollies, no boarding tunnels and no airport staff there. This means we get down from stiars on the runway and make a mad dash to this group where they took the luggage carts and basically had everyones luggage in apile to sort out. Imagine 300 people or so looking for their bags... it was a nightmare!!! We found ours after a while and head through immigration. Since we were Canadian (I think) they just waved us through the baggage screening (India in gneral is bad for screening and rummaging through luggage) At the exit, there is this huge grop of people waiting for the arrivals and Bonny and his wife fine us right away (which is aweosme becasue I had no clue what they looked like) Of course right away the locals help out to get our bags onto the taxi, but after demanded to me that I give them singapore money. Bonny told me to just go into the cab right away. These 4 guys followed me, opened the cab door for me, rolled down my window and waited with their hands out demanding for money. Needless to say we drove away fast...

This city is just what I thought it would be but about one million times more crazy. I cant even begin to explin how congested and filthy it is here, but there is this constant beauty that is present. After about 40 min we arrive at Aunty Kushi's house. They live in this 3 story complex that they own and rent out. The awesome things is that right behind the complex is our old ancestors house that is about 150 years old and its beautiful. I am still trying to figure out how to address family here. I just call all the elders Uncle & Aunties. The Jet Leg has totly set in and I am contemplating the Taj Mahal Trip becasue of it. We'll see though. I just might such up the motion sickness to see it.

I got in shite from my Aunt becasue I cant spek Bengali and she is cant talk to me. I can understand what she is talking but I cant talk back. I blamed my parents from not teaching me.

Oh yah.. I am SOOOO going to miss my shower and bathroom for the next 3 weeks. You'll know what I am talking about (I know you know Somantha and Marla what I am taling about)

I am looking out my balcony (my room is on the top floor) and the street is filthy with garbage and wild animals and a million crows... I think these flamingos just flew above me, well they were at least as large as flamingoes..

ok time to go... breakfast time...

this is nuts!