So many spices.

That's a wild experience on this trip to India. I like spicy food, don't get me wrong. But I've never eaten as much as I have since being here in my entire life. We have spicy rice, or omellete for breakfast. We eat spicy curry for lunch and spicy vegetable dishes for dinner.

I've experienced a first time ride in a auto-rickshaw which took me on a forty-five minute drive. That would normally cost roughly one hundred dollars back home in Australia. Whereas, here in India it only cost up an equivalent of three dollars - how amazing!

We spent a good hour shopping one afternoon and I managed to buy some beautiful pants. I even bought a beautiful saree, one from India itself. The ladies in that store were so incredibly nice constantly offering to dress us in sarees, and show us where the skirts or tops were and giving us bags to carry our goods. They were always constantly smiling, and they themselves were dressed in beautiful clothes.

We ate out a lot of the nights and the service is unbelievable - they set the tables, putting napkins near you properly, they bring complimentary snacks and cold water constantly throughout your stay. They take your order and deliver your goods to the table so quickly. But not only do they deliver, they serve! They divide the dishes up, if you're all sharing or they dish it onto your plate for you and wait until you need nothing else. When your finished they've cleaned the space within a second and are bringing you after dinner mints - never have I ever experienced anything like this.

Of course, there's the tipping and/or service tax. But you are definitely paying for what you get. The currency has got me babbled at times. You're tipping a waiter two hundred rupees at times, which is nothing is Australian currency, but a great deal to them. There was once where a friend only tipped thirty rupees. In our minds, that's a good deal and I didn't think anythng of it. Until I remembered that is nothing here. Thirty rupees doesn't even reach one Australian dollar.

I felt awful after, believe me.

The traffics a mess. I've already shared. But at some times it gets too much. If one more person beeps their silly horn you feel like you're going to turn around and give them the finger. But they don't have road rage here - it's remarkable!

The chaos of India could probably teach the careful structure of Australia a few things.

Not once in my short time here, and in the time that the Americans who are staying where we are, have been here, have they seen a crash on the roads.

India is organised chaos, with extreme levels at times and ordinary levels at others.