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... on a very rough overgrown path
that wound down the side of the mountain. Everything was heavily
overgrown and in the undergrowth we managed to spot two wild bison
but did not get a clear view of them. The rough path continued and
eventually opened up into a more well trodden path, it obviously was
not a well trekked route. To be honest me and Kirsty were not really
into the trekking today and felt a bit bored, we think it might be
because there was no aim, we ...
... motive at its true value. The love of money as a possession – as distinguished from the love of money as a means to the enjoyment and realities of life – will be recognised for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity, one of those semi-criminal, semi-pathological propensities which one hands over with a shudder to the specialists in mental disease.”
And this was written in 1930 from one of the doyennes of the economic world, John Maynard ...
Sunday the 14th of July was probably the roughest patch on our trip; I made an error in planning. I had overlooked the fact that 14th was a Sunday and had scheduled a trip to my college to meet some of the old Prof's and also to show my son the college. I realized it pretty late after one of my classmates, now a professor at the college called to invite me to give a guest lecture to the 3rd and ...
... the mountain. The rest had to be collected by hand. This was rustic living if I’d ever seen it.
The adults were a bit more skeptical of us. The older women didn’t seem to pay us much mind, though a few of the middle aged adults smiled at us. I tried to thank them for allowing us to visit their village, but I can’t say I’ll ever know if they understood. What I did see is that they smiled at me as I bowed my head in confused gratification at all ...
... predicted, but my heart is certainly still at home. There, I know my family sits about checking their emails to see if I’ve managed to find internet, and the little lady I left back home is having trouble adjusting to the imminent approach of a new life.
Things are changing, and India has proof of it all around. From the apartment buildings springing up across the horizon to the fact that I’m taking a tour through impoverished villages, the world ...