12 February 2010, early morning
My original plan upon returning from India was to spend the next few weeks posting pictures and stories from the trip. I think i’ll still do this, but I would be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to mention that I walked into a car when crossing the street on Monday and broke my leg fairly badly. If you follow my inane postings on Twitter you might already be aware of this. If not, well, now you know. In India it was actually fairly stressful crossing the street. There are cars and bikes all over the place, and none of them look like they give a fuck that you are trying to cross the road. By the end of the trip Shima and I had got quite good at crossing the busy streets of Bangalore and Chennai. Walking into a car in Toronto is pretty stupid. I can blame my giant winter hood and jet lag to some extent, I suppose. I have a cast on my leg for the next 6 weeks, and am on crutches for the next 3 months. I’m lucky my wife is so lovely.