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- Continental Breakfast
- Airport Transportation
- Minbar in room
- Drycleaning onsite
- Multilingual staff
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... a lengthly amount of time at the summit, admiring the views and imagining what this place must have been like it its working day. With the sound of the mosques in the background and birds soaring through the skyline, it reminded me of a scene from Assassin's Creed. The following day i walked south, in to the heart of the old city to see Charminar. This huge gateway was built in the latter part of the 16th century and is the epicentre of the old part of town, with the ...
... she checked. She felt so grateful that she was able to help and contribute her skills to the people here and in return, learned so much from their sweetness and humility. It is one of those things you can’t really describe and that you’ll never forget.
After Lauren finished in the clinic and things calmed down a bit, a large group of children had formed around Eric. He appeared to be acting as a giant bearded ...
... 2 states and making Hyderabad a bi-state city. As you can imagine, chaos, protests, and parades soon ensued on the streets of Hyderabad, and we all had to go home from work early.
Looking ahead, I leave on an adventure with my friend Maddie on Friday. We are heading to Delhi, then Agra to see the Taj Mahal, and then Jodhpur, the blue city. I will have very limited access to internet until Wednesday. Look for updates when I return!
... so good! It tracked stories of girls from all over the world and showed the obstacles they overcame. It also stressed the importance of their education and education for girls in general. I cried of course. So emotional over here. But it was really moving and empowering. There was a little girl from Kolkata in it that hit close to home because that is where Sayantan and many of our friends are from. In the middle of the movie we paused for ...
... from the airport to Tagore International House provided us with the first impression of life in India. Women fully cloaked in black burqas riding on the back of motorcycles, their clothes waving behind them like flags zoomed passed us. Scents of exhaust, fires burning, something rotting and food cooking circulated into the vehicle. Just before reaching Tagore a herd of resident buffalo on campus greeted ...