New Delhi, India
Imagine awakening your senses…
Seeing sights you’ve never seen. Smelling scents that sear your nostrils. Tasting a rich and spicy cuisine. Being touched by children who have nothing. Hearing sounds that never cease – car horns, bicycle horns, prayer chants.
This is New Delhi. This in India.
My first time. My first experience.
Street dogs are everywhere. Yet they remain remarkably inconspicuous.
Outside my hotel window I watch one, then two, then three appear beside the garbage collectors who painstakingly sort out the garbage – what is truly garbage and what can be reused. The dogs watch and wait. When anything falls to the dusty street, the dogs investigate. In turn. They don’t fight. They just wait.
When they have fed they sleep. Many look quite well fed. Others look less fortunate. Puppies live under the broken concrete pavements.
The children wait too. They ask you for money to feed their baby brother or sister. Sometimes they carry that baby with them. They follow you block after block begging. They wait outside your hotel until you next come out.
Some children are tourists, like us, visiting the cultural monuments with their families. They ask you to take their picture. Their joy comes from looking at themselves on a camera.
A ride on a rickshaw (tuk tuk) turns out to be one of the most dangerous rides of my life (think dodgem cars meets roller coaster!) but also one of the most exhilarating. Traffic is chaotic. The main rule seems to be: Do not stop. Do not give way. Go, go , go. Even if it’s the wrong way up a major highway. You can either decide to close your eyes or to keep them open and immerse your self and your senses in the experiences.
I chose to keep my eyes open which in retrospect was the wrong choice. Today my eyes are swollen from the dust. Not a good look!
Views from a rickshaw…
India– the people
India – the traffic