I wonder what my driver must think of me when he explains the obvious.  Just now we were driving past a big construction project (Kathipari Junction, aka "The Traffic Circle of Doom").  Up to our left a crew of construction workers were pounding on the forms running along the edge of a new section of elevated highway.  My driver, Gabriel, proceeds to explain that the metal holds the concrete until it is dry and they have to take the forms off after that.

Maybe he thinks I am so wealthy and important that I have never stooped to consider the basics of construction. Maybe he thinks that in America we don't use concrete.

Or maybe he just thinks I am an idiot.  In any case, when we were solving the problem of how to get the diesel fuel from the 50 liter gas can into the generator tank it was him spitting diesel fuel while trying to start a siphon, refusing to accept my idea of using a funnel.  

I shouldn't be so harsh, after all I now know what concrete is, how electrical switches work and that they won't put water in the pool until that concrete is dry and that you can adopt a dog off the street instead of paying for one.

Shawn