When time is short, I try to fit in as much as possible. India was no exception. After the 3 hour flight to Mumbai and an all day adventure, I took a 2 hour flight in the wee hours of the morning to New Delhi on my journey to see my 3rd of 7 wonders of the world – The Taj Mahal in Agra India. Not only did I take a 2 hour flight, I then rode for 4 hours to Agra but it was all worth it.
My journeys are continuing and I’m appreciating each one. I recently spent a whirlwind three days in India. I flew into Mumbai and was overwhelmed with the fast pace of the country and the conditions. Even still, it was a rewarding experience.
As I rode in the taxi and escaped death many times, I gazed out of the window and saw rows of people sleeping on the streets. Many slept in the same spot that they worked. Some even had beds pulled out on the sidewalk for sleeping. The streets were lined with shop after shop of produce stands, hot food stands, clothing stores, barber shops and many other types of shops. Housing conditions are difficult to explain. They remind me of some projects in the US but much worse. There are tall structures coated with dirt and clean clothes hanging out to dry. Garbage lined the streets and the air was thick with pollution. The smell of sewage lasted about 15 minutes on the ride to the hotel. The taxi driver didn’t speak English so it was a challenge to get to the correct place but I was happy when I finally arrived to the hotel. Continue reading 3 Days in India – Day I
I self diagnosed myself this week with the flu. Having a fever while in the desert is just plain stupid! The fever part lasted two consecutive nights and really socked it to me. I have gracefully recovered and am at about 85%.
Since it was such a rough week, I ended it with a couple of spa treatments. I thought having a hot stone massage would do my body good and adding a facial would give me the ultimate relaxation. I arrived to my normal spot and was greeted by Nur, my wonderful therapist. She said to me, “Your face looks oilier than normal.” I nodded because I’d noticed too. Then she said, “You look so tired.” I laughed and responded “I’m oily and tired.” She laughed too and said “That’s exactly why you’re here!” I laid down on the bed of smooth hot rocks and melted away. Nur was right, I was there because I was oily and tired and needed every bit of the 3 hours at the spa. Continue reading The Latest – Life in the Desert