Danielle vs. The Streets

Friend Phone call update:
They are still calling me.
Today: 3 missed calls.

Danielle, my temporary India travel companion, had a funny encounter the other day. The streets of India are sometimes congested. Cows, bicycles, poop, fires, people, rickshaws, giant buses, goats, footless children, puddles to avoid, garbage, dogs, cracks, footless cows, you name it, they have it. An Udaipur causeway, walking along, humming a tune, a bull standing in our path. No biggie, twelfth time today, and we continue on our malleable trajectory. Danielle passes first with a light but sure swipe from the bull at her side, a kind of "Hey, watch where your moo walking, pal." Danielle jumps, hops, scampers, sidesteps, flails into the street. Of course I giggle. And of course the middle aged Indian woman next to me giggles.

Then here comes Mr. Big Bad Unforgiving of Path Autorickshaw. Danielle, still looking back with arms in that frozen flail state, hears a "Watch out" from the ever considerate giggling middle aged Indian woman. Thinking the autorickshaw was another bull, Danielle repeats her elegant dosey doe the other direction straight into the ever considerate giggling middle aged Indian woman's friend, jamming her breast with her outreached flailing hands.

Boy, do the Indian woman and I laugh! Danielle apologetic and frazzled and the friend scowling and small, oh, a sight to behold.


UPDATE 4/6/2010:
Photos Added--Udaipur