Incredible India

I was having a breakfast 10 minutes ago. Yesterday evening the family slave had brought me some clothes that I had given for him to wash earlier. I noticed that two of them had big rust stains on them so I brought the shirts to breakfast and asked about them from my local dad.

The conversation went something like this (omitting most of the English problems of the dad):
me: why do my shirts have stains like this? They also smell totally awful.
dad: they come from the humidity. From the water. They dry slow and that's why the smell. Everyone here is used to that.
me: Well they look like rust stains. But why on earth would I have rust stains on my clothes?
dad: It's the monsoon. Water in the air. It reacts.
me: Eh. Reacts with what? You're not drying my clothes on iron strings, right?
dad: Yes, iron strings! Reacts with water.
me: Are you serious? You dry clothes on iron strings when it's raining?
dad: Everyone in India uses iron strings for drying clothes. They last forever.

So. The dad even brought a shirt of his own with a rust stain. 'Everyone is used to these'. So everyone dries clothes on iron strings. And gets rust stains. Like... WHAT THE HELL. I tried telling him about using some plastic strings but he wouldn't listen. "In Finland you use plastic strings". And that was a more of a statement, not a question.

This country is just totally totally wrong. I didn't believe this sort of thing was possible. I'm just totally pissed off due to things like this. The problem is that there are a lot of similar things. And the good side is that I only have 3 weeks left in this country. Jesus.

P.S. Oh, forgot to mention. Went to yoga this morning. Waiter for 15 minutes and the instructor didn't come. Went back home. So I woke up before 6am for nothing. Happy morning.