Welcome to Bali:

• where if you pay with too large a bill, people give you change in vitamin C tablets
  
• where a 6 liter bottle of water costs more than four 1.5 liter bottles
  
• where five Balinese people fit on one moped, but rahul and I need two
  
• where every man you meet is named Ketut
  
• where a massive Indonesian lunch costs 35 cents--and that's the inflated white person price
  
• where the McDonald's McRib sandwich is dubbed the "Beef Prosperity" (not that we're eating at McDonald's or anything...really!)
  
• where a Balinese baby's first word is surely "transport?"
  
• where it takes you five days to realize that the ant traps you've been stepping on everywhere are actually important offerings to Hindu gods
  
• where if you don't make it to the market in time for the "traditional good-luck morning price," you've still got a shot at the "traditional good-luck afternoon price" or "traditional good-luck happy hour price"
  

We're actually in India now, wrapping up 4 days with Rahul's family in Bombay (and Rahul's 1st tryst with the euphemistically named "traveller's sickness") and getting on a 24-hour train ride to Bangalore (gosh, what will we do with all that time on the train?)