Holy Shit! I'm going to India. By myself.

So the last month seems to have gone by in a flash - and right now, I am sitting in the airport President's Club in NY waiting for my SIXTEEN HOUR flight to Mumbai. Or Bombay if you're into all that British colonialism (and you live under a rock).

And although I am meeting 3 colleagues there on Tuesday, they are all leaving the following Sunday, and thus, I will be spending the following week there ALONE. BY MYSELF.

*CRAPPING MY PANTS, whilst Bridget Jones starts to croon "all by myself" in the background*

I am not entirely sure that my capital letter-age adequately captures the severity of my current level of anxiety. Perhaps it's because of this email that Karen sent to me the other day (I would attach a picture, but Grr! I can't get into my email.), where there were wires and electrical hazards all over the place, and people walking around like there was no danger whatsoever...and all I could think about was "Please bless that it never rains there, because I'd hate to be the guy standing in a puddle of water on THAT street at any given moment...".

I'll attach later. But seriously - let's be honest - THAT IS FRIGHTENING. So frightening that I am considering wrapping myself in rubber tires anytime that I may be outdoors, just in case one of those wires decides to make a mad dash for the top of my head.

It could be that I am having nerves because of the SEVEN-POINT-NINE magnitude earthquake in China. Or the FREAKISH CYCLONE in Myanmar, a close neighbor to lovely India.

Or maybe I am just turning into my little ol' blue haired grandma, and there's no helping it. Whatever the case, I'll send pictures (if I ever get any...alas, the beloved Canon is not making this pilgrimage with me, so you'll have to settle for 3.5 mega pixels).