The Trax

This is the automobile we use for transportation. It smells like diesel, is piping hot, always filled with flies, and has a hole in the front floor that lets you see the road as you’re driving. One of these days when I slam the door shut, I fear it will fall off it’s hinges. Whenever we get in, I smile and think, "I wonder what kind of adventure we'll get ourselves into today?"

Our kids get giddy when we go for a ride to town. I think they love the freedom of no car seats and that they get to ride next to Daddy up front, with no seat belts. Bumpity, bump, chuggeda bang…we bounce along the roads, swerving for cows, school children, oncoming traffic, and women walking with water jugs on their heads.

Jeff is so brave to drive in Indian traffic, and we have done so the past few weeks in order to go to the nearest town to use the internet café and buy some fruit at the market. Recently when we were bumping along on the dirt road, Clayton exclaimed with glee, “I love India! I never want to leave!” He has come full circle from when we came and he cried saying he wanted to go home to the States... and now this! We are all going to miss India when we leave in 5 weeks.