A few words on transport

 A little about our transport process. We ride in a mini-van driven by Wais and usually there is one other guard that comes along with us. They always have us sit in the way back, which I guess is supposed to be safer, but I feel like I have less room to maneuver. (Yeah, like Mr. Four Eyes is going to fend off bandits anyway.)

Traffic is chaotic. I don’t know what rules they’re following exactly, but one seems to be “if I can pull out in front of you, it’s your responsibility to stop.” Passing is a strange affair, with cars pulling out into two lanes of oncoming traffic in order to do so, then somehow easing their way back in before impact. The dividing line is negociable, you might say. And drivers give one another dirty looks, like, "are you nuts, how can you drive like that!?!" but then do the exact same thing or worse just moments later. Mary and I try to concentrate on looking out the windows to the side so we don’t continually offend with our gasps.

I didn’t know what kind of mini-van we were in, turns out it’s a Toyota. Just call me a car enthusiast. It’s a Hiace, which apparently has a rich history you can read about here.

And I got some video of just outside the guest house (which is also the office for Pragma, so D, R, and others are there during the day).