a building with blue windows, it speaks of india's wealth...or does it? 

this is an automatic rickshaw, indians taxi service....and coincidently the future of transportation 

indian marble...and some guys who turned out to be in the picture and thought i was taking it of them....it was awkward 

ok...so here's my story so far. I am typing in Bangelore, India, where vasishth and I have been hanging out for about a month. We left on a dreary saturday night...maybe, from JFK airport in New York (the yankees, by the by, are on their way to utter victory, boston, watch out) and flew into London to get a connection. we missed it, and we could have stayed in london over-night, but vasishth wanted to leave that day, and we switched airlines. big mistake. so after a nice lunch in london (for free) we moved on to Bombay, india. we arrived at this crazy hotel (beautiful) and realized....we have no bags! lost in transit (except vasishth's) so he hung out for a little while there, saw some stuff and ate chocolate and then we landed in bangelore, india, vasishth's home-town. and that brings us to the present...the pictures will tell the rest 

a light source in our first pit-stop, London, where we hung out for a couple hours cause we have no life...and the plane was late so we missed our connection. vasishth's fault...