Monday, July 23, 2007

Holy Cow - literally

I don't even know where to begin. I am so tired this will likely be short, but I just had to write a quick note.

I flew into New Delhi on Sunday by way of Bangkok. I actually almost missed my connecting because I was so engrossed in Harry Potter -- I lost track of time. How embarrassing would that have been?

Delhi is ... indescribable. I think it's good that I adjusted to Hong Kong before setting foot in India because my head may have exploded. I probably would have turned right around and demanded to get right back on the plane. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. It begins with an interesting smell ... not in a good way, necessarily. You get used to it. It's hot and crowded. Crowded like I never knew existed.

The most amazing activity is driving. I was text messaging AC like a madman in the cab on the way to the hotel. There are lines on the road, but I think they were invisible to most of the drivers. You drive wherever the f*ck you feel like. Or if you want to walk, then walk -- right in the road along with the sea of drivers. There are people driving in on scooters, with their wife, fully decked out in her sari, sitting side-saddle on the back with no helmet. I will admit it's organized chaos, but I would rather drive in HK blindfolded than drive here. I can't even begin to describe it.

On the way there, we almost hit a cow. They also wander the roads. They are worshipped in the Hindu religion, but don't seem to be really cared for otherwise. I also had little kids knocking on the cab windows begging for money. My driver commented "Awww - kids" as he sped off with the five-year-old's face still pressed against my window. We passed entire mini-cities of what I can only describe as hovels. I have never seen such poverty -- and something tells me I'm actually in a somewhat affluent area. Rickshaws, motorized rickshaws, scooters, and nothing I rode in had seat belts. And the honking. I sit here typing, hearing nothing by car horns honking out my window. It's like the sound of the ocean; constant yet not as relaxing.

You have to see it to believe it. Not my video, but this is exactly what it is like. I am reserving judgement, but overall I feel so thankful for what I have.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! I'm really glad you get to have the opportunity to experience life like this. So cool. I've always wanted to go to India. Not because it's pretty, clean and smells nice, just to experience a different kind of life. Can't wait to read more about your time there.

Unknown said...

:-)

You know, when I got to Cambodia last September the first thing I did was join my teammates on a trip to Kampong Cham, and shortly out of Phnom Penh our taxi driver just about hit a cow.

Gotta love the traffic eh? Sounds a lot like Phnom Penh - after awhile you get used to it and it actually starts to feel organic, like a living organism.

Anonymous said...

Should of maybe took that long lay over in Thailand ehe?? One more place to mark off the list anyway love ya bro, Tyson