Catching the Taxi

"Don't worry, my taxi will be waiting for you..."

For a second, I'm comforted by the words of my Pastor (Sunny Philip), and then I realise I have done a silly thing. I have chosen to fly over 6000 km to a foreign land with a radically different culture and language from my own, arriving at midnight just in time to catch a taxi driver who has been patiently

picture of an Indian taxi courtesy of Google

waiting at the terminal to take me on the 2 hour journey from Chennai to his home town in Vellore. And I'm doing this ALONE.

I can't help but think of the nasty prospect of being kidnapped and held for ransom, or worse. I would like to think I a pretty faith-filled person, but sometimes, I think the line shifts a little, and moves from "ummm...faith" to "ummmm?!? faith?? or folly"??

Well, I'll suck it up for now I suppose, and in approximately 48 hours, you should be hearing from me...if I survive the taxi ordeal.