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We are on the road again crossing the ghat mountains to the state of Tamil Nadu. It's only 100 miles but will take all day with our stops for photo ops, tea, lunch and the Gandhi Museum. As we leave the tea plantations we stop to watch and photograph the tea pickers. These women work all day for a mere 200 rupees or about $3.50. They are so gracious to smile for our pictures and one of the ladies has hotel soaps and shampoos she gives ...
... around the perimeter, many of them with impressive physical deformities. I am spooked when I turn around after tap on the shoulder to be confronted by a small lady with a face so ravaged by leprosy it resembles a pair of eyes staring out from a bowl of coco pops.
Shoes removed and frisked for weapons we go into the temple and hire a guide to show us around. This is the first time I have ever had a private guide like this and I am feeling like Michael Palin from ...
... finalised with the Ashoka Chakra in the centre of the three colours; Saffron representing courage and sacrifice, white meaning truth and peace, and green standing for faith and strength.
In 1930, he broke the salt law, a quite frankly ******* ridiculous law which said only the British government could make salt. He marched across India, gathering followers as he went and by the time he got to Dandi, tens of thousands ...
There is no organization whatsoever. The guys just see the order and have to dig through this stockpile to find the right products – they are pretty sure that there are many errors that occur when shipping products to customers. So we are working on some ways to help prevent that.
Driving a Motorcycle in India!
When we left the warehouse, the guy asked us if we could drive a ...
... I realise that it's a bit see-through!
Just as we were getting into the car a bicycle rickshaw touted for our business. RK said we would enjoy it, so, with some misgivings we agreed to go. The 'driver' was tiny, and skinny as a rake, but pedalled us around quite cheerfully. He said he'd never been to school, and that he'd picked his English (and German) up from his passengers. He actually spoke with the best accent we have heard! He took us to ...