hauling ass.

21 May

well it’s been a crazy week: i’ve been here there and everywhere. i’ve met with the americans. i hung out with our clients in their homes. i got told i was beautiful. i got told my nail-biting habit was dirty (it is). i rode a motorcycle for the first time.  i saw my first dog roadkill.

and while all this excitement has gone on, there has been one consistent theme to this week: hauling ass.

indians generally don’t move very fast.  they kind of like to linger when they walk, don’t much care if you’re trying to pass them and certainly aren’t worried about getting anywhere on time.  it’s stellar, really.

but there are some situations when it’s in your best interest to pick up your pretty little feet and move the hell outta the way. here’s a few from my weeks adventures:

1. when standing at the side of 4 lanes of traffic with 103495 people, 345 autorickshaws and 5049 motos, cross carefully taking one step at a time with your hand out. then find the opening. then HAUL ASS!

2. it’s sunny one minute and the next the sky is darker than you’ve ever seen it. the wind picks up and the droplets start to spit out of the clouds.  with garbage, dog pee, human pee and food covering the streets – the last thing you want is to get caught in the downpour and end up in pee/garbage soup. so HAUL ASS!

3.  you desperately need a ride to the market but it’s rush hour and all of india (yes, all) is looking for one too.  the line up for autorickshaws is huge – but – up in the distance you see one empty seat in fast approaching car.  out of the corner of your eye you see the guy beside you make his move towards the auto….duh – HAUL ASS!

so – while certain people and processes move slower than molasses here, i can confirm that without the tried and true principle of ass-hauling, i’d probably be screwed.

on a totally unrelated yet equally as awesome note:

birthday wishes from india.


4 Responses to “hauling ass.”

  1. Hannah May 23, 2011 at 5:13 am #

    I’m enjoying imagining all of these things. For the future, could you please photo document these moments of hauling ass?

    Except the pee/trash mud pie. I don’t need photos of that. Thanks.

    • Al May 23, 2011 at 11:55 pm #

      i think taking pictures – while i am often tempted – would negate the hauling ass bit. haha.

  2. Barnet May 23, 2011 at 7:21 pm #

    The great adventure continues.
    Remember always that part of the task is to return to us safely here on Turtle Island.
    You must
    then be able to sing….

    • Al May 23, 2011 at 11:57 pm #

      i love love love that you shared this. i find this to be the most raw of all of her songs. my affair with piaf has been going on for many years now, and ive been trying to teach myself the words to her songs. i got bored last weekend and did ‘la vie en rose’. theres something so enchanting about her.

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