Thick humid air with a cool breeze mixed in-between, 4am-exhausted, lots of noise, lush green trees, bright colours,warm welcome at the airport, smell of diesel,large billboard advertisements, excited by glimpses of the city lit by street lamps- through the bus window...
First day at the market: Overwhelming, rickshaw ride- scary, cars honking in their own morse code language,whizzing, winding,halting. It is nearby impossible to cross the street here.
Market place:many textures, rich, vibrant layers,beauty,full of life, new stimuli, women sitting on the sidewalk with blankets displaying various fruits and veggies arranged into neat piles ready for purchase, stray dogs, two cows eating garbage in an alleyway, cow sleeping on a meridian in between lanes of speeding traffic, delicious smells of incense, smells of urine, crowded srteets, bodies/bikes/vehicles squeezing through, under a tunnel stood an ancient looking temple,people sleeping on the ground, juxtaposition of old and new, traditional and modern...intricately intertwined. Eyes: bright, curious, staring, smiling, oggling, suspicious, hopeful, wary, wondering, wandering...
So grateful to be here!
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Heya Jazzy,
So glad to read up on your experiences...
"so why don't you blog about it?"
Sounds like some aspects of india have changed since my sojourn over a decade ago... some aspects seem to remain the same... remember, the culture shock will come the day you step foot back onto canadianna soil and see how nutty we all live here, comparitively. keep on doing the good work, we are with you all the way in support and spirits...
much love and right hand shakes only, benjamin.
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