anxiety pills.

We arrived at the airport in Delhi around 4:45 or 5, after a 13 1/2 hour flight. I slept about one hour or less on the plane and watched several movies, along with The Office Season 3 on my computer. We were served three meals, each one worst than the last, until we finally got a rubbery omelet, with sliced potatoes that were rather hard. It was strange to watch the sun set and then rise on the other side of the world, while on the plane, I actually took video of that particular event. what started on the horizon as a light behind the clouds, quickly became a glowing orb that rose ridiculously fast.

when we got off the plane, I asked for my guitar, telling several airport workers at the gate that I had checked a guitar on as carryon, but it was not with me. It took us awhile to get our bags, and even longer for me to locate a baggage assistant who spoke comprehensible english, who directed me to a smaller carousel, which eventually disgorged my guitar after a while of looking for it. We then went out, and met with several teachers who were from the Woodstock school. Because of all our luggage, half of us had to wait behind as the driver was only able to fit so many bags, and persons. On the drive to the hotel, me and a teacher were fit on the passenger seat, while I held a seatbelt loosely across us, to make it look like we were wearing it. my rear end was quite uncomfortable, as it was resting on a corner of the center console.

After observing a strange landscape, we arrived at the hotel. the entrance to the airport, was mostly under construction. After trying to sleep at the hotel, which seemed strangely posh and superfluous in commodities, including nice elevators, in an area where power outages occur regularly, we awoke at 4 am, to tea and toast. then off to the train station in a bus, that smelled suspiciously of urine. As the city of Delhi passed by, it was all I could do but watch, a dark strange landscape pass before my eyes. People sleep on the streets, it was strange to see so many bodies littering sidewalks and to think they are but sleeping. The cityscape is one of constant construction, a common thing being sold was cement. A stark contrast, between large buildings, and huts made out of scraps, prevailed. The train station was chaotic, and crowds pushed through and around a single metal detector that was placed in the passageway to the tracks. It was ridiculously hot and humid and all of us were sweating buckets.

On the train ride, which was about 6 hours, I saw many different scenes. Small villages, where buildings seemed to be falling apart, ox carts being led on by handlers, then clean looking suburbs, (if you could call them that) and one area, where it seemed nothing but crazy fireworks, or something along those lines were being sold along the train tracks, and streets of the town. Finally we reached our destination and disembarked off the train.

From there we climbed on buses, and began our drive into the mountains. At first I thought that the drive would not be too steep. I was wrong. Before long, we were hurtling along roads that would be one way traffic sized, in the U.S. Unlike the U.S. however, these roads where two ways, with anything from motorcycles to large trucks passing us with inches to spare. At times, as I looked out the bus window, I found myself staring down thousand foot drops. *gulp*. Before on the train a teacher asked students if anyone had motion sickness from traveling, to determine if they needed medication for their stomachs. A fellow sage student, commented as the bus traversed such perilous roads, "they should have asked if we needed anxiety pills." Finally, after several hours it seemed of insane drops, cliffs, turns, and sublime views, we arrived at school. I collected my laptop bag, guitar, and backpack, and descended to my new home, Hostel dorm.

(I will fill you all in more in the days to come, need to finish some AP US reading at the moment, tales of the Bazaar, and the monkeys I've seen.)