ok! continuing:
so, essentially at this point, we thought that fr.jose was dead, because why would a catholic priest lie and not follow through with his plans? probably a sin of some sort, and just wouldn't happen.
so, tuesday, we're getting ready to go and eat breakfast at 9, and then planned on taking Suresh (the driver i hired for a few days) to take us around mysore so we could skip over the ridiculousness of the rickshaws and rickshaw wallas. just as we were about to walk out the door, i got a phone call on the room phone. it went like this:
"hello madam?"
"uh, hello?"
"hello, yes. Fr.Jose is here to receive you now."
"??oh, um, ok, thank you...we'll be right down"
so he was alive, and had shown up with his mother's sister's daughter's husband (Sebastian) who he just referred to as his brother, and his brother's kid, Chandinni ("but my friends call me Chandoo!"). A.P. and I went down to meet him, and she said "Fr.Jose! we didn't know what happened to you! did you get any of my emails? we were so worried something bad had happend to you". he had, in fact, gotten the emails, and had responded, but couldn't figure out why they hadn't been delivered. very strange (eventually, we found out that while sending them, his mail server asked him to type in a verification code, just to ensure he wasn't and internet spam-bot or something, but for whatever reason, he felt it was unnecessary to do this step, and therefore, nothing he wrote was ever sent. way to go, fr.jose)
so, he looks at us and says "so, are you ready to go?"
?! apparently, we were going, so we told him we didn't know he was coming, and we still had to pack and eat breakfast etc. he said fine, you have one hour. then meet back here.
we flew through breakfast, threw some stuff in a bag, and before we knew it, we were in Sebastian's car.
we didn't really know where we were going.
3 hours into the trip, sebastian looked like he was going to pass out, so fr.jose decided to switch with him and drive.
i have never feared for my life as much as when he first took the wheel. ok. so indian cars have seatbelts, but no one uses them. and any traffic rules that MIGHT be there really aren't taken into account...like, you're SUPPOSED to drive on the left side of the road, but you can drive on the right or down the middle when necessary and when passing people (which is all the time) and there's no need to yield to people. just honk.
(ok breakfast. more later)
so, essentially at this point, we thought that fr.jose was dead, because why would a catholic priest lie and not follow through with his plans? probably a sin of some sort, and just wouldn't happen.
so, tuesday, we're getting ready to go and eat breakfast at 9, and then planned on taking Suresh (the driver i hired for a few days) to take us around mysore so we could skip over the ridiculousness of the rickshaws and rickshaw wallas. just as we were about to walk out the door, i got a phone call on the room phone. it went like this:
"hello madam?"
"uh, hello?"
"hello, yes. Fr.Jose is here to receive you now."
"??oh, um, ok, thank you...we'll be right down"
so he was alive, and had shown up with his mother's sister's daughter's husband (Sebastian) who he just referred to as his brother, and his brother's kid, Chandinni ("but my friends call me Chandoo!"). A.P. and I went down to meet him, and she said "Fr.Jose! we didn't know what happened to you! did you get any of my emails? we were so worried something bad had happend to you". he had, in fact, gotten the emails, and had responded, but couldn't figure out why they hadn't been delivered. very strange (eventually, we found out that while sending them, his mail server asked him to type in a verification code, just to ensure he wasn't and internet spam-bot or something, but for whatever reason, he felt it was unnecessary to do this step, and therefore, nothing he wrote was ever sent. way to go, fr.jose)
so, he looks at us and says "so, are you ready to go?"
?! apparently, we were going, so we told him we didn't know he was coming, and we still had to pack and eat breakfast etc. he said fine, you have one hour. then meet back here.
we flew through breakfast, threw some stuff in a bag, and before we knew it, we were in Sebastian's car.
we didn't really know where we were going.
3 hours into the trip, sebastian looked like he was going to pass out, so fr.jose decided to switch with him and drive.
i have never feared for my life as much as when he first took the wheel. ok. so indian cars have seatbelts, but no one uses them. and any traffic rules that MIGHT be there really aren't taken into account...like, you're SUPPOSED to drive on the left side of the road, but you can drive on the right or down the middle when necessary and when passing people (which is all the time) and there's no need to yield to people. just honk.
(ok breakfast. more later)
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