In India, cows can be seen everywhere, and it seems normal to Indian people to have cow walk on the street and block their way even on the busiest road. I have to admit that Indian drive really good, I couldn’t do that, not in India. The traffic in India is like a mess for foreigners, but for Indian they have their own rules and ways to avoid any accident, the Indian rules.
When I was on my way to my work site this morning with a staff of the NGO, we were stopped by a police. It turns out to be the problem of the plate of the bike. The plate is there, but without number. The most interest part isn’t on the bike, it happens while I was waiting for the staff to settle the thing. When I was waiting, a cow walked straight to me, stopped like 2 meters in front of me, and start to pee. She acts like I’m not exist, just relax standing there. God! It’s really funny, at least for me.
I’d a short visit to the nearby village in the afternoon, had some interaction with the villagers, mostly are women, and they requested to have some talk on some health issues. My fields of presentation have become larger and larger, from HIV/AIDS to cancer, and now all health issues.
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