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Published: August 6th 2008
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Old Delhi
With a population of over 1 billion, you got to expect crowds. With lots of evidence of poverty. INDIA 1
"Just watch how they drive," my friend nudged as we taxied from New Delhi airport.We were into a journey with such a contrast to my everyday life.
Trucks, buses, three-wheeled motor rickshaws, push-carts, bicycle rickshaws, all jockeying with us for a place on the road. Traffic constantly changing lanes which do not really exist, the markings have long faded...................................
INDIA 2
In Pushkar I rented a bicycle, heading for the countryside. Teenagers on the way home from school began shouting at me. "Give me pen, give me pen." I bought them soft drinks and candy, their eyes lighting-up. But pens, pencils and note pads are helpful items for school kids in rural areas. The roads narrow with little traffic, a calming influence away from the hustle and bustle of Delhi..........................................
INDIA 3
We returned to the Ravi guest house. Looking down from a third floor balcony, a group of locals had congregated below. "That guy in the brown is always drunk. I know him from staying here before. Look at him, he’s arguing again," Joe informing. One man was making a
Pushkar
On the way home from school wooden bedframe. I counted twelve others mingling around, watching, a typical local scene. Brown shirt man was upsetting the group. Overweight with a rough complexion. "We should throw a bucket of water down on him," I suggested.
"Let’s do it, I saw a bucket on the roof earlier." Joe agreeing. "No, no" protested Carolyn, who headed off to the night market on seeing we were serious..................................................................
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