Just let it happen...

So we get through customs no problem, meet Praerna and Adit in the terminal and head out to the cab. Its some guy in the tiniest microvan i've ever seen with a monster roof rack. So he starts tossing our bags up on the rack. One, two, three, four, five all fit very snugly inside the safety of the bars. By the way, we have seven bags due to all G's stateside relatives sending stuff with us. The last two bags, belonging to Mere and I are left sitting on the sidewalk now that the rack is full. "Ok," I think, "he'll toss them behind the back seat." Nope. Up on top they go. Perched precariously atop the mountain of already unsecured luggage. I begin to object and try to reason with the driver when G stops me and says "Dude, just let it happen." Begrudgingly, I listen and watch as he ties all my, and my sister's worldly belongings that we have on this side of the world to his roof by threading a single string of what looks like cheap-ass nylon twine through handles and around a maybe half-inch hook of his roof rack. G sees my untrusting eyes, glaring at the situation and says, "Don't worry, it's how they do things." Reluctantly, I relent, get in the cab, and my bags make it to the house safely. Lesson #1 learned in the theory that crazy chaos of daily life here works.