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Paharganj in the wee morning shrouded in fog and empty of her people, can look pretty surreal. Saved for a couple of wandering ghosts, I almost had to walk the entire two kilometres before a rickshaw pulled up. At the gates of New Delhi Rail Station however was another story. This station never sleeps. Throngs of passengers on the move, and even more on the floor of the holding ...
... example of grabbing three of us first, then had us each pick three locals, then so on and so forth until the whole congregation was standing up front. Judging from the smiles on the people's faces, I think it made an impact.
After Church, we took some team pictures with the kids and congregation and traveled as a group to a local Catholic college to take a look at how they organized their classrooms and general school layout. I’ve ...
... to escape the ovens the homes become during the long days in
the sun. This is definitely the most poverty
I have ever seen… they are very direct, practical people, everything is jury-rigged
and seems haphazard from an American’s eyes.
Imagine the normal American scene of people sitting on park benches,
except here they are laying on the ground in every direction, some in fairly
nice clothes, while others are nearly naked. ...
... They wind their way around the upper floors of the structure and eventually lead to a balcony that surrounds the central hall, very close to the ceiling. It was very impressive. We then went to Chota Imambara, a lovey building that is a tomb and is set in beautiful surroundings. After that, we went to the old town shopping area called the Chowk, just as crazy as the place we were in the night before.
Our third day in Lucknow was ...
... bill and asked for an auto rickshaw to the station, that was a real big problem and at one point we had 7 or 8 Indians all round us bla bla bla’ing about something. Finally an Auto rickshaw arrived and said it was not possible for him to take us to the station, "not allowed" was all he kept saying. The solution was we went in a cyclo rickshaw, Me and Milo and our 2 bags and a skinny little runt in front pedalling us along, very slowly. The approach to the station was full ...