So I get more stuff…out of my body….and
am good to go to meet with the next research team who comes to my hotel. They
ask me….um….”Where’s your team?” ……Team of what I ask? I should note here….if I
have not already….that our ability to communicate since day one has
been….limited to say the least.
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So…I then say…"I am the team."……. They look
at each other. They then ask how I got there…because I didn’t follow the plans
they gave me…which were to take a train. I tell them…and ….they look at each
other again. They then ask if by chance I ever read my countries state
department website? Pshaw. Of course….I do…..(not ever). They then explain that
a) Bihar is maybe one of the most dangerous places in India, b) no one rides on
that road from here …and by the way how the heck did I get a driver to do
that? c) do I realize how dangerous that
was alone….with no cell coverage? And d) you know how on the drive …..how we
kept getting hit by those blasted rocks on the back of the car? The ones where
the driver would look really fast behind us… ….and I was thinking….shit…damned
rocks….woke me from my nap! …well.. let’s just say the area is controlled by
heavy mafia presence….with guns…and rock like objects that go in guns. Eh! All
I know is by the grace of God I did not vomit all over myself. Some things take
precedence. You know?
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