Mad dogs and English men

Or more to the point, dead dogs and Indian traffic. Not 10 kilometers seem to go by, and there is anthor dead K9 laid in the middle of the road. The worst is the dead kattle which can be smelled well before and well after the stricken beast is passed. With regad to the living, cows run free everywhere, from the backstreets of the villages to the main road equivalent to our A19. Not only is the traffic impossible, but the miriade of animals (monkeys, cows, goats, dogs, donkeys) that seem to litter every road and mud path, prevent any chance of maintaining a constant speed. Hence, progress is slow, days are long and ass' continued to be pounded.