Wednesday, November 29, 2006

it's all cricket.

The good Brits "organizing" the Rickshaw Run plan on having a game of cricket before the launch. Thankfully Andy on forums helped us out with a brief primer on the sport.

You have two sides: One out in the field and one in.
Each man that's in the side that's in goes out and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out.
When they are all out the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in out.
Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When both sides have been in and out including the not outs,
That's the end of the game.

Thanks Andy.

thank you!

Thank you all so much for being so generous. When Dad recently sent an email telling people about the charity aspect of our trip so many of you responded! The money will go to purchase and refurbish the rickshaw to be used and donated to an individual or family in need. Giving a rickshaw to a poor family is a huge life changing gift that enables them to earn a living without ending up in impossible debt for the initial purchase. To date you've given $1,150 dollars, which means we've almost reached our minimum donation! I've raised our target to $2,500 - double the minimum. Everything over the rickshaw purchase price will go directly to programs Mercy Corps supports in India. Thank you so much! If you'd like to donate but haven't yet, use the link in the right sidebar.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

What does one say at a time like this?

The night before Dad and Mom leave:

Me: "What are you working on?"
Dad: "Oh I'm making up custom luggage tags for each individual piece of luggage in case we lose them."
There are at least 8 unique color coded tags coming off the printer.
Me: "Oh? How many bags are you taking to India?"
Dad: "One."

Me: "What are these blue containers for, I like them?"
Dad: "They're waterproof!"
Me: "Cool! What are you puttin' in them?"
Dad: "Oh I don't know. I like to choose containers first then what to put in them."

Dad, carrying an old carwash shammy: "Is this iron hot?"
Mom: "No."
Dad: "Well I wish it was."
He turns on the iron and presses it.

To Be Sorted

The packing list includes tripods, rechargeable batteries, tape, whistles, string, baggies, hoses, markers, cameras, cords, cables, bottles, creams, lotions, sprays, notes, a golf tee, and other small items.
It looks like his only bag will be entirely full of small items.
Tonight we've lived up to our name.

Friday, November 17, 2006


One night a couple of months ago I approached my father.
"Dad," I said.
"Dad, will do the the Rickshaw Run with me? We'll take a
rickshaw across the entire sub-continent of India as fast as we
possibly can."
"Do we trade off?"
"Yea, we'll switch off who's driving."
"Then No," he said.
That, I thought was the end of the story. I left the room in utter disbelief. Didn't he want to know more? Wasn't he intrigued by the invitation? How could he not want to be my co-driver?
It took me a few hours before I realized my mistake. I padded back down the hall.
"You know you don't have to exercise right? They're auto-rickshaws."
"Oh really? Then yes. Let's go."