What's That?
Traffic here can move as though everyone is racing. One night last week our autorickshaw driver was in a great hurry. He zipped around cycles, motorbikes, cars, buses, and trucks. But then he had to stop behind a truck. As he pulled behind the truck we came up beside a man on a motorbike who was also stopping. Apparently our autorickshaw driver was too close to the man on the motorbike because he hurled words at our driver. Our driver edged up and our back wheels moved even nearer to the man's foot. The man reached in and slapped our driver's face. The 4 of us in the back sat bug eyed. More words were exchanged. The man on the motorbike drove off to the left. Our driver turned his head toward us, said "policeman," and zipped around the truck to the right.


I finished my teaching placement at YRTV this week. Friday, my last day, the principal asked me to make a few impromptu remarks at morning assembly. I'd not seen morning assembly from the stage before.


When the national anthem was over the teachers gathered for a group photo. What a special bunch they are. So quickly they treated me as one of the staff.

For the most part my eight weeks in Sivakasi centered around this school and these people. I will hold them in a dear spot in my memory.

Monday at just after midnight I will hit the road for a few weeks of travel before heading north to Kolkata, Delhi and then Dharamsala. I'll keep you posted.


P.S.

Recognize the woman in the drawing? I didn't think so. The artist holding her work was much too kind.