There is a place on Earth where beggars rule the streets, where cows and people live in a world harmoniously with each other. Where Political corruption has been prominent for over 100 years and a 4-year-old boy can pick pocket you so fast that you wont see or hear him coming. This is the glamour and charm of India. This is a country that never sleeps- where honking buses and cars decorated with Christmas tinsel and flashy lights flow chaotically through city streets. It is a place where you should expect to be shocked the minute you step out of the safety of the airport doors. Little did I know what I was getting myself into this time last year- setting myself out on a voyage to one of the holiest country's on Earth and one of the most devastatingly poverty stricken to say the least.
The following are journal entries from my trip to India in December of 2004.
I wanted to share these with you today in order to give you a glimpse into a world in which a spent a month living in. It is a place that stole my heart, taught me numerous life lessons, and opened my eyes to how 90 percent of the human race lives their every day lives.
December 4th (On a smelly train leaving Delhi)
I do not know how to even explain what I have been through today. I feel like I have already lived 1000 lives. I have been a victim of Delhi's charm and horror in only 24 hours. I was going to complete yesterday's journal but I got sick on the airplane- a mix of sitting down for 15 hours straight and eating a heavy amount of curry airplane food. We arrived in Delhi airport; basically it's...