Dear Indian Megaphone Guy

It's 11:20pm. Enough with the megaphone already. Whatever it is, it can wait till morning. And last night? That was no fun either. I mean, can I come to your house with a megaphone tomorrow night? Would you like that? People are trying to sleep here. Did I mention is was 11:20 (now 11:21)?

Yeah, I'm running out of travel-juice. Training folks takes a lot of energy. Sitting, white-knuckled, while our fighter pilot driver takes us 45 minutes each way every morning and every night through the craziest traffic I have ever seen or heard of really takes it out of me too. Breathing in the exhaust from motor rickshaws that illegally mix kerosene into their gas to save money isn't helping my asthma. Did you know that there are 80 times more traffic fatalities in India than in the US? I do, and now I know why.

Ok, enough with the complaining. The Indian people are great. They're fun, nice and smart. They've made this trip enjoyable, even with the deathrace every morning.

I still just want to go home. It's been two weeks. That's long enough to be away.