Finally

So the drivers ran. They are trained to do so, because the passengers will beat the shit out of them for messing up. They were also both drunk. They even took a non designated stop to get a drink together. Of course, we heard this afterward. We also heard that all the bus drivers drive drunk. Lovely. So safe. Anyway, were were sitting on the ambulance, and these three boys decide to help up with stuff. They began bringing us all of our bags from the bus- everything except my big bag with all of my belongings in it because it was stuck with my moms foot between two seats. They insisted I take the bus license plate #- good idea, and the tour company phone #- also a good idea. These boys were smart and helpful little cookies. The ambulance took us to a local government hospital. There my mom sat on a bloody bench, and no one spoke English. She dealt with it until she saw a nurse coming at her with a needle. She asked what it was, all they could say was medicine. So my mom insisted we go to another hospital. The boys who helped with the bags followed. They told us the other hospital was very nice and gave me their numbers in case we needed anything. We arrived. They helped my mom immediately. I sat around for hours. Finally after much insistence from my mom a doctor looked at me and I got a cat scan. They admitted both of us. We were taken care of extremely well. We met the head of every department. They set up internet for us to use, fed us every hour, bathed my mom (gross), and even let me use their cell phone to call the US. We had 3 people always near by to help us with anything we may need. One thing they didnt do was give us toilet paper. Welcome to India. They wipe with their hands. Ick. I asked for it, we got it, and were charged for it. Some luxuries we dont even realize are luxuries when we live in the greatest country ever- America. Ha. Anyway. My mom through the whole logistical process was invisible. I got to do it- including taking the phone calls from our insurance companies at various night hours. It worked out okay- turns out I have a lucky nack for that type of thing. So my ma and I had to be discharged at 6:45 am- 24 hours later, of course I got to wake up early and deal with it while my mom got to lay in bed- they let us stay until 11. Oh! I almost forgot. The hospital called the travel company for me, regarding my bag. I got it. They delivered it to me. It was in two and anything that could be crushed was. Shattered. Crazy. The impact was not a light one. I noticed too late that a bag was missing with my lovely new shoes- 2 pairs of Rajasthan camel leather shoes, my new silk bag, and a scarf. And, those boys that were helpful came to visit. So we left the hospital. They called us a taxi. A man from the hospital came with us- we had to go get the police report. At the po po station they gave us some pink guava- yum. We ate it- skin and all and no tummy problems! Yes! I guess the universe decided that we had enough to deal with. We got to our hotel- it was ok. Of course my mother had plenty to complain about. The next day or so we spent eating, sleeping, and figuring out how and when we were getting home. The man at the front desk of our hotel said his friend died the same night we were in the accident from a bus hitting his car. This type of thing happens a lot- the government is working on 4 lane roads. A couple hours before we left the boys came to visit once again. They bought us some local milk cake that was delicious. We chatted and headed off to the airport. Finally, and sadly we were on our way home. The flights were amazing. 16 hours of good ole plane riding. I barely slept because I was overwhelmed by all of the channels to pick from on my personal TV. Everyone had their own row except me and my ma. My mom got special service at the airport- she was in a wheelchair- so we zoomed right through all the lines. We arrived back in Burlington to snow and my lovely father. And now were are home- still jet lagged and my mom gets her stitches out in 2 days. Shes excited, but mad because she cant hot tub it. Oh and Yoli- our dog- is being held hostage by the head of Guiding Eyes- it's because she likes her too much. We'll have her back in a  couple of weeks until March! I cant wait! 

All in all. I liked India. The people that don't see you as dollar signs or walking George Ws are amazing. They are some of nicest most sincere people I have ever met. If you saw the news today, I'm sure you were in formed about the shootings and hostages in Mumbai- I have to say. I'd much rather be in a bus accident than held hostage. Here is the Mumbai Craziness Link. Thanks you all you dedicated blog readers. I hope you read these ones too. It took me long enough to write. If anything really interesting happens Ill be a sure to let you know. :)