Amitabh's guesthouse

So this Friday there were no clinical experiences scheduled, so we headed to our pool Oasis on the CMC campus. We ate french fries and drank coke in bottles and basked in the luxury of our pool.  We definitely used sunscreen but found ourselves a little crispy by the time we left.  We ate lunch in town at Dhaba and enjoyed the fresh garlic naan that we are sure to miss when we go home.  Then we went back to our hotel to set off for Bangalore for the weekend.  A car something the size of a geo metro with no trunk pulled up and something like 7 Indian men tied every one of our bags to the luggage rack on the roof, and we have a lot of luggage. We loaded in and watched in amazement as our driver after each major bump would reach his hand out the window to see if our bags were still there. We were pretty uncomfortable with the situation, but hey it's India and I really cant remember the last time I was comfortable about the way things run.  Throughout our 4 hour car ride our driver, a twenty something male with no English vocab whistled and sang to Bollywood soundtracks...it was a long ride.  When we got to the city of Bangalore, much bigger than Vellore, we gave our driver directions to the guesthouse where we were going to stay.  He not only did not understand our directions but he didnt understand the directions of the 15 or so people that he pulled over to ask.  After 2 and 1/2 hours of driving in circles around some foliage called Cubbin park (we decided to skip that during our weekend sightseeing as we saw it sufficiently 9 times I think throughout the evening), we hired a rickshaw to drive in front of us and lead us to the address.  We finally walked up to our destination at 11pm exhausted and pretty frustrated.  We are staying at the guesthouse of a work colleague of Carly's sister.  We walked into the sleek modern building into our flat.  It was complete with dining room, kitchen, 2 bedrooms, and some of the nicest bathrooms I have seen in India and America. It was awesome.  We asked the guesthouse manager if we could use the phone to call Pizza Hut (we passed one