A Plug

If you know my sister, Megan, or her husband, Billy, you really ought to get access to their blog.

Their new life in India is really interesting.

"On to the interesting stuff!  Crossing the street in India is a real life game of Frogger.  In one word, it is simply terrifying. The roadways here are clogged with every manner of vehicle you can imagine.  Cars, motorcycles, massive trucks far larger than any I've seen, cows, tractors, lawn mowers, horses, elephants, beggars, camels and even monkeys. Pedestrians do not have the right of way anywhere and are typically cursed at and swerved around in violent manners.  Crosswalks exist, but they mean absolutely nothing.  If you are able to find a stop light with a walk signal, do not be fooled.  These too are completely ignored and traffic will run you down without a worry.  The traffic signals are merely a suggestion and are rarely followed.  There are no such thing as speeding tickets and it has become a cultural norm to drive as fast as you possibly can and to pass other vehicles however you see fit.  It is common practice to swerve into oncoming traffic and expect them to move for you so long as you flash your lights.  On our drive home our vehicle lost the drivers side mirror when a drunk driver side swiped our car at 10 in the morning.  The interesting part is that the drunk man was driving an ambulance.  When our driver approached the ambulance the man just yelled at him and drove off. Our Indian driver kind of shrugged and just went about his business of driving us home. "

The blog is private, so you won't find it just anywhere. I liked B's video of crossing the street.