Twitter

I'm beginning to think twitter would be loads more useful than a blog. Events occur both irregularly and unexpectedly to such a degree that quickfire updates would be hilarious in order to track daily life. If I were a twitter or tweeter or whatever it may be called, here are some things I would share:

--The keyboard I'm currently typing on barely works, the letters are large stickers, and all the websites are in Korean.
--Just crossed four lane highway and managed to survive.
--First Indian blackout interrupts late night enjoyment of Bollywood music videos.
--Treated myself to vegetable omelete. Vegetable includes lettuce and only lettuce.
--Made friends with Canadians at breakfast. Decided to find bootleg beer tonight and watch the sunset.
--Ordered second cup of coffee. Took 45 minutes. Not sure if it is in fact coffee.
--Monkeys are running through major cities like it is their personal jungle.
--Young Indian lads use farm tractors to drive through the city. I think this is to replace a personal vehicle.
--Saw first dead cow on the side of the highway. From the looks of decomposition, I would say it died two weeks ago.
--Fifteen school children are spilling out of one tiny autorickshaw.
--"Would you like ride on Indian helicopter?" Apparently that refers to a cycle rickshaw.
--Hallllo. Hellllo> HAALLLOOO! Small Indian children follow me down the street practicing the one English word they know.
--Israeli mom and daughter take my picture in front of Taj Mahal. Mother insists I go to Holy Land.
--Meet lovely Canadian family. Israeli mother comes up to group and insists we all go to the Holy Land.
--Took wrong entrance to see Fort Agra. Walk around moat to discover no way out. Indians hate to tell you that you are going in the wrong direction so many people watched me do this and did not say a word.
--Taking picture of monkey. It jumps out of bush and up at me. I scream. Many Indians laugh.
--Feel like celebrity. Woman has just followed me down highway while filming me with her video camera.
--Much walking. Very hungry. Want french fries and beer. Not a possibility.
--Stop at restaurant. Am sitting alone. 4 Koreans come in. The restaurant staff makes them sit with me due to lack of seats. It was awkward. But now we are friends.
--Managed to buy last minute train ticket to Varanasi. Managed to get in the emergency quota. Woohoo. Finally transportation is working in my favor.

So heading off to Varanasi tomorrow night -- it is an incredibly holy site in India as many people bring their dead families here to then drop them in the Ganges. It is believed there is no in between life and death if you die in Varanasi. You go straight to heaven. Should be quite the interesting experience.