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... thing - gave me a good price to go where I wanted then after driving about half a kilometre turns and says we make a stop first. I made a swift exit - flatly saying no, not paying him a single rupee for his effort. I was a bit rude but I wasn't taking any ****.
So I know hate is a strong word - don't get me wrong the sights (temples, palaces) were nice but just not nice enough. I thus felt vulnerable today and just didn't feel like eating ...
... embarrassed! That really seemed very stupid to me now. My house was twenty times bigger then any of the homes we visited. I had nice furniture, nice appliances, nice electronic and big everything else! So why embarrassed? Why? I hate to say it but that's what I value; objects. Objects mean nothing to these poor Indian families; life is! Yes, there is abuse here. Yes, people do get into drugs ...
Breakfast of Champions We went on a hunt for Breakfast this morning along the main street, just steps from our apartment. We were pretty certain we had seen some eateries up the street, so we dodged the early rush of auto rickshaws and motos to find a decent meal. The first establishment with tables and chairs we figured was a winner. It also seemed to be popular among ...
... it'd be difficult not to be. We Americans could learn a lot from that, I think. At any rate, I am here, and somewhat settled. There's lots to see and do, and I get the feeling that time will pass very quickly here. I can't help missing all the creature comforts of home and the familiarity, but I'm sure I will be fine. At least now I know I won't starve to death, but two weeks without beef may be the end of me. I'll just keep thinking about that Big Mac when I return home! Til next ...
... by a leper sitting cross legged on the footpath completely hidden inside a dirty hooded robe that covered everything except the stump of his right hand that was thrust in our general direction. We both dug into our pockets and dumped handfuls of change in his lap.
Feeling a bit drained at the moment and slightly frayed around the edges. There are just so many people here and it's impossible to get away from them. I'm sick of dirty, big-eyed ...