Reflections

Red Mirror, Red Cab, Red Light. GO!

Driving anywhere near or in town these few days is an absolute nightmare, made worse by the fact that most drivers have no idea how to drive in the wet. Maybe the driving schools should have a special lesson on driving in the rain. Tomorrow I leave for my 9D India Trip. After 3 weeks of resting, the shoulder still feels sore at some angles. After 3 weeks of resting, I still feel sore about having to cancel on Iran. Although the original plan was to just visit Delhi, Agra and Jaipur, I now am more excited about our side excursion to Kashmir. I've always been a sucker for words and I think its appropriate to end off with this little passage.

"At the entrance to the Shalimar Garden, beside the sumptuous lake bobbing with boats that resemble an eager audience waiting impatiently for the show to begin, beneath the whispering chinars and the gossiping poplar trees and in the silent eternal presence of the uncaring mountains, who were preoccupied by the gigantic effort of very slowly pushing themselves higher and higher into the virginal sky..."
~Shalimar the Clown, Salman Rushdie