Today, I bid a conflicted (well, not really), temporary (unfortunately) adieu to Sahibabad, and was driven into Noida along roads frenzied with bicycles, cars, children, cows, motorcycles, trucks, dogs, pedicabs, rickshaws, students, foodstands, and buses. It took 50 minutes to go from the old location to my new one, Radisson, Noida, India.
The air is bearable, breathable, and no longer, well, solid. This is progress.
My new room is pretty amazing. It's very old school, and even comes with a butler. I feel like a character in the Little Princess, only without the unbearably cute wardrobe and picnic basket full of treats. (I do, however, have a refrigerator containing a Snicker's Bar.)
The air is bearable, breathable, and no longer, well, solid. This is progress.
My new room is pretty amazing. It's very old school, and even comes with a butler. I feel like a character in the Little Princess, only without the unbearably cute wardrobe and picnic basket full of treats. (I do, however, have a refrigerator containing a Snicker's Bar.)
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