At this point in time

Let's just call it "at this point in time" because I just said FAAHCK IT about time here. Certain people will understand this to their bone marrow. Now I understand this to my bone marrow. Add to this the noise, more noise, constant noise, Lonely Planet suggesting the rooms in the back are quieter, wear ear plugs - well guess what - it's all a load of bull crap. And I have the video to prove it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I've gone nutso. I have dust up in the conch of my ear that even three hot/cold whatever temperature shower I can, when I can one, won't wash out that permacorundumdust. I just invented a new element. Not even q-tips help!

I can now see why so many religions exist in India - you have to turn yourself to something internal, universal, transient, or else the flesh would just vibrate itself into jelly. I am reminded of that scene in Airplane 2. Oy vey.

tendon. The trucks and Horns. Horns. Horns. Horns. Whistles. Whistles. Whistles. Whistles. I don't even know what sound is coming to bring me to my maker. And let me tell you, India, even the bicycles have right-of-way. Frisco bike Nazis would LOVE it here. The rickshaws will tear off your Achilles tendon, hope you have death and dismemberment insurance.

Time is of no consequence here. Two months. Wow, that's a long time. Two months. 1/6 of a year. One month in and I'm ready to run for the hills, get me to a monastery. Just hang out and do yoga. I think JD's idea of "nesting" is sounding lovely right about now.

If there are any bets about Matt: 1) never returning from India, or 2) how long Matt will last in India.

Answer: 1) definitely will return to the USA. Hopefully, at a minimum to outrun the liquid below the waist syndrome. Haven't broken into the Cypro yet. Some fellow Western travellers say hold off until you really x's 3 need it because it a gnarly dam damn of a blocker.

Answer: 2) I can not lie (well I can, just not well) that In-n-Out sounds exquisite. I could be like Cleopatra and lounge in a bathtub of #1 Animal Style, no tomato. But I tell my weak flesh, you can doooo eeet.

Time.