SCHLUD

SHIT + SLIME + MUD = SCHLUD

This doesn't require an entire page, but definitely added a new, unforseen dimension to the state of Delhi's cleanliness... and my appreciation for close-toe'd shoes and pavement. It rained last night- a pleasure in many ways. The temperature eased, the smog dissipated, the streets cleared, and the lightening broke the midnight sky. However, I was not prepared for the state of Delhi's roadways... at all. The rain mixed with everything- the garbage, the dirt, the oil, the food wastes, the crap- and turned it into one dark, charcoal-hued slime. Unavoidable. Slippery. A third world dirt cocktail. It flips off the rickshaw wheels, sprays from the passing mopeds, and sticks to everything... if anything was going to make me clean my jeans- this is it.
But life goes on, just a little slower. People are a little more cautious- lorreys a little less maneuverable. You can tell, that even if people are wearing flip-flops (gross)... nobody wants to see anyone go down.