Don't Underestimate the Drivers of India

 Dear Mother, this blog is special for you. Knowing how panicked you were about the driving and all the pictures you saw so I thought I would share some of our experiences with them. These drivers are absolutely crazy. They drive fast and they drive furious. Here we are in a bus of about 20 people speeding through winding mountain roads that are barley wide enough for one bus but somehow they manage to fit two busses side by side. If you get to a point in the road where both cars can’t fit next to each other, somebody gets out of they car with a whistle and guides the driver with only a whistle how to back up and where to go. Motorcycles are zooming passed cars honking their horns so everyone knows they are there. While we are on the topic of their horns I can’t wait to get home and imitate how they sound because they are very entertaining. People are walking along the side of the road quite bravely given how little room there is for these fast cars cutting every corner. Sometimes a cow or two may wander its way into the street. It’s crazy how close these cars get to each other because it seem like they would hit you but they don’t. I’m not really sure how there isn’t a collision everyday but somehow they make it work. The weirdest part about it all is how much trust you have in each driver. Although it sounds scary (and sometimes is) you feel safe with they and you don’t question their methods. We all trust them with our lives yet we don’t know they but they haven’t let us down yet, and hopefully they won’t (fingers crossed). 

But the best part of riding on the bus is getting of the bus. Only because it means we are walking up to our school. I often find myself thinking about how insane it is that I’m actually in India but when I am sitting with the kids and teaching them all about animals it doesn’t seems so crazy. It feels like I am meant to be here. The first day with the kids was an experience of learning how to teach the lessons given the environment and the circumstances and trying to adapt teaching styles to each age group. But arriving on the second day was a whole new experience. Even though you have only been with the kids one day you feel like you have know them forever and it feels like you see them all the time. As I walked into the school they all greeted me with the biggest smiles on their face. We went through the day and taught them lessons and games and then they taught us how to play some of their games. It is so interesting walking into a place and instantly feeling love from every single person there. The kids have already taken my heart. Its heartbreaking to think I only get to see them for two short weeks. 

But mom, the moral of this story is that I am not a bad driver, I just belong in India driving (scary to think of a country full of people driving like me). Also I don’t know if I can come home because I can’t leave these kids. It’s only taken two short days for me to fall in love. The weird toilets, bucket showers, insane driving, dirt, and every other stereotypical thing people think about India makes the experience that much better because in comparison to how much good we are doing here, I don’t find myself missing all those things as much as I should. But I am looking forward to coming home and talking your ear off telling you all of my stories. I love you and miss talking to you for hours everyday about all the chaos in my life so I hope you are looking forward to listening to two weeks worth of stories when I get back. And to the rest of the family I love and kinda miss you too I guess. I can’t wait to bring home gifts for you all!! Shane I hope you are feeding my fish and mice! 

Much love from India,


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