My Husband, My Hero

I just have to share what Brian endures each day on his way to and from work...he never complains but if it was me I would be bitter! For the past 2 months he has taken the bus to work and alot of times on his way back home b/c it's hard to find a rickshaw at rush hour. The buses here are old and smelly:) Not really b/c they are old but b/c people do not take advantage of baths and deodarant like they should. The buses are very, very, very crowded and so most people are standing up and hanging on to the hand rails. So you can imagine...surrounded by deodarantless, showerless people, holding their arms up into the air, squished into a space meant for 40 yet somehow every morning there's a hundred, and your face is at armpit level. Ugh! For a twenty minute ride or more. And being so crowded Brian says alot of times he is hanging out the door just to get a ride:) I've tried taking pictures of the buses here but it's hard to capture while i'm moving and the bus is moving...i'll keep working on it. Anyway, my husband is a saint. We are trying to look for a vehicle but in Bangalore you don't have the luxery of a strip of car dealers to visit. Thankfully Brian has a friend that owns 3 used car dealerships and is bringing some for him to look at at work.Maybe soon he'll be able to ride arm pitless to work :D