Monkey Money!

On the way to Agra I got to see my first monkeys. Made the mistake of taking a picture and then was asked for "monkey money". After being asked for way too much money and crushing some fingers with my window we got surrounded by even more people. The cool thing was that we actually saw a real cobra! No picture because I don't think I could take the harassment of cobra money too. We were lucky because after a few minutes Betsy and I realized that the doors were not locked. Oops!

We arrived to Agra and visited the Taj Mahal. Lucky to have visited after only 10 days here. It was an awesome experience that was in danger of being ruined by an annoying tourist guide (that Betsy bargained down to Rs. 20 (50 cents for an hour and a half) and the exhausting heat that the month of June in India brings us. Still... we can say... WE SAW THE TAJ!!



Ah.. and of course... I went to an AIESEC Conference... couldn't break tradition! Saw excellent dancing, lots of LC pride, bottles exploding and spraying Coke all over the ceiling while 300 people drank massive amounts (and they were no cuba libres). Kinda of sad I missed Skolling (huge tradition here) but hopefully some other time.

Indian flies= Venezuelan flies + American Flies

Same amount as in Venezuela.
Same speed as in the US.

They come by the lots, they are everywhere, and are super slow.

At least they are easier to get rid off than bed bugs (missing the good old JC).

India!

I finally decided to get a blog after many many requests. Let the experience begin!

I arrived safely. Betsy has taken great care of me. I can't even describe how thankful I am. We have an awesome apartment, another great roommate, i have office space and after two weeks i finally got an AC!

I feel like a kid that is learning everything for the first time. I felt like i had accomplished one of the greatest goals in my life when I took a rickshaw by myself and actually made it to my destination. I had a flashback to when I used to live in Venezuela when I was crossing the streets (except for the cows that stop the traffic and never get hit but I know cars won't stop for me).

It's interesting... I feel like I'm back home with no systems, bureacracy, taking days or weeks to get one thing done, frustration but also great food, nice people, lovely music and adventures every day. But it's not my country. I don't speak the language and no one has my shade of brown.

It's cultural shock all over again after 7 years of being out of my country... all over again and yet another level.

Outsourced

I was supposed to be here

And ended up here

Vueltas que da la vida... I made a turn. Let's see if it was the right one.