We landed in Hyderabad new airport--a gleeming steel-and-glass edifice some sixty kilometers outside of the city. My father in law arrived with his driver, loaded our baggage, and we were off. The sleep deprivation turned a simple drive home in the early morning into an adventure of epic measure. There is a new highway still under construction, but--in true Indian fashion--partially built means fully driveable to the average subcontinental motorist. We dodged auto-rickshaws, tiny mopeds, lorries, and the occassional wild dog on our way home. The mist made everything a bit surreal; thus, cranes churning the earth were perceived as excavators hunting for the next archaelogical find, and construction workers were seen as goons seeking to impede the progress of a certainly nearby Indiana Jones.
The rest of Wednesday is blurred by multiple naps, the strange feeling of being waited on by several family servants, and a bookstore run with mom-in-law and wife which resulted in my becoming more aware than ever of my rather pale skin tone. I took a short tour of the grounds of my in-laws' domicile and was amazed by the number of potted plants. There is a patio which wraps completely around my in-laws' house, and the section adjacent to the neighbor's border wall was particularly impressive. I've taken several photos, but a fear that they hardly do the place justice.
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