Three weeks into my trip (read "trip", no drugs needed) I was at the Patna airport. My question to the ticket agent: "What is your next flight to pretty much anywhere out of India, preferably Thailand or Hawaii, someplace with internet access where I can update my blog and no one will be the wiser?"

One week after that: Oh my Brahma, one more month will not be sufficient. Oh no way. This is way too fun and painful in a good way. Now I am grooving and jiving to the India I thought I was expecting.

With less than one week to go, I was getting ready for the In-N-Out and lasagna. I must admit.

Now three weeks back in USA, I wish I were there. India calls "Coconut, with chicken-like skin, come home to us."

I liked my India problems. As we say in the geology world, "the worst day in the field is better than the best day in the office."