You're my little miracle

Toilet humor.
So i've had several inquires involving toilets in India and exactly how people go about their business. Well, Here's a photo of the standard Indian toilet. You'll notice, it's little more than a hole in the ground. Also, the lack of toilet paper is present.

Though I haven't actually questioned anybody regarding the course of events surrounding the usage of that, I can say that the spray nozzle on the side is a large part of the clean up effort. However, I've discovered through my usage of public restrooms ("western style" only, i've yet to go without the bathroom tissue during requiring efforts), that their mother's did not stress the importance of washing your hands after finishing that fact of life. I do know that

At work, their's only "western style" toilets, but the sprayer is there, which results in never having a dry toilet seat. This also means that the need for the below sign in each stall is present.


TONIGHT I'LL SING YOU SONGS UNTIL YOU FALL ASLEEP. I'LL WHISPER EVERY WORD INTO A SMILE. JUST THINK OF JUST HOW GOOD THIS LIFE COULD BE.

Baby, our love is so special.. We need to get the government involved in this.

Saturday, I went to a wedding reception for Vijay from work. He was marrying some girl named Mamatha M. It was not a love marriage, it was an arranged marriage. I'm told about 90% of marriages in India are arranged. The girl never gets a say in it, but the guy can see a picture of her first and choose. Of course, you pretty much have to marry someone in your same caste (social class), or you'll disgrace your family name. But Vijay's woman seemed nice enough. So here's a few photos from the event.

Vijay and Mamatha. Vijay's got a gnarley mustache.

They had to stand on the stage for like 2 hours while people came up to have photos taken with them.

Here is a photo of me and my team at said event.

In case you wanted to see what India looks like, here's a short video I took while driving through the countryside in Tamil Nadu last week.

You're so like woah.

Well I haven't posted on here in quite a while so I figured it's time. So I drug myself outta bed, from the safe confines of sleep to share what's been up. You're welcome.

So last weekend we decided to go to a town on the East coast of India called Ponducherry. We'd heard good things from people. We wanted to take a train, so we caught a 5 hour train to Chennai, where a driver picked us up and drove us the 3 hours to Ponducherry.

This is me riding a choo-choo train.

This is our driver who slept in his car for three days in Ponducherry, awaiting my every transportation demand. And it was extremely hot and humid there. What a sucker, even if he did get $100 bux for his troubles.

Ponducherry is a coastal town, but the beaches left a lot to be desired, especially since the shore was make of giant rocks. That sure makes body surfing way more exciting.

This dude has shunned the use of cars. Camel's are much more efficient. (If they're not spitting on you).

This Dude asked me to help put sticks on his head, then made Stephanie pay him to take this picture. Ungrateful...

Oh thank God...

This is what Ponducherry looks like from above.

In Ponducherry, there wsn't really much to do. Apparently the shopping is good, but I don't like shopping. Also they didn't have mountain dew. They did have a French Quarter though, which was interesting. And also much cleaner than the rest of the city. We ate at several good restaurants there. Other than that we just chilled the whole time. Also, on the way back, we had about 4 hours to kill in Chennai before out train outta town. Chennai is India's 4th largest city, and is by far the crappiest city I have ever been in in my entire life. I'd rather die then ever go there again. Suffice it to say the lack of Mountain Dew was not even in the top 5 crappy things about the city.