I'm starting to get my barings for getting around, at least in the five minute walk from here to the hospital.  The streets are weaving and many of them do not have names.  We were told that only recently has the government started assigning numbers for building addresses and that many streets and houses, including our apartment, have no names and numbers.  The main path to the hospital takes us on a windy muddy path that follows a long wall.  In any other place that I have been this would strictly be a pedestrian pathway but here, pedestrians dodge beeping motorcycles and small cars.  We went for a walk looking for SIM cards to use our phones and took an alternate root home.  We were able to find our way home without getting lost or backtracking. 

 

Our search for a SIM card did not end up being fruitful.  We were prepared enough to bring our passports and ask around for a store that sold them, but we learned we needed to give a photograph for the application, so we had to walk away.  The booth we went into had a very strange dynamic, there was a young woman making disgusted faces at what looked like the customers asking questions.  We waited to be attended to when one of the "customers" asked us what we wanted and reached over the counter for an application.  The young woman behind the counter asked us if we had some kind of ID but said it in an odd way.  When we weren't sure what she said she got annoyed.  Soon after, we were able to figure out what she was asking and showed our passports.  We walked away without SIM cards due to the lack of pictures and found bagged milk and coca-cola at a booth very close to our apartment.

 

The stand where we got the milk and coke had what looked like three generations of women behind the counter.  The mother held a small baby girl who had a full head of hair.  The baby had earrings, bangles on her wrists, and some sort of tiny anklets.  We weren't sure how much our purchase would cost in rupees and it seemed the people at the booth could sense it on our faces.  Our milk and coke ended up costing more than a lunch and a coke at the hospital.  We are more or less figuring things out day by day.

 

However, I found the hardest things to notice could be right in front of my face.  Everywhere I go I find I am much, much taller than everyone around me, and it's especially apparent around the men who are more noticably short.  The people here have very interesting faces and the men all kind of look like little Johnny Depps.  Johnny Depp is not the tallest man in Hollywood, but he's also not all that short according to the internet and one of my favorite searches "how tall is...".  Even knowing this information, and having gone through our front gate several times, I walked to the gate after having lunch with my fiance and some other people from the hospital.  A young man was walking behind me on our side street as I turned the latch for the gate and stepped forward rather quickly my forehead hit the bar across the top of the gate with a loud bang.  I didn't look back to see the reaction of the young man who walked behind me, trying to act as though nothing happened despite the obviously loud bang.  Immediately I thought to myself "damn, how could I not see that thing right in front of my face," but as a little lump grew in on the middle of my forehead, I felt pried in the humorousness of the situation.