Sometimes, wonderful experiences have horrible beginnings.
Two weeks ago I was on a bus from Mysore, Karnataka to Ooty, Tamil Nadu in India when the ticket taker looked at my ticket, and started speaking rapidly in Kannada. ‘Madame, ನೀವು ತೆಹ್ ತಪ್ಪು ಬಸ್ನಲ್ಲಿ !’ … More India: started from the bottom, now we here
During the past few weeks people’s continued polite kindness has been the grease that keeps me going, as most of my days look like this:
4.¯\_(ツ)_/¯ … More India: spiffiness is next to godliness
So far I’ve seen carvings of gods so huge, I only came up to their shins. I’ve driven alongside badass women in headscarves zooming around on motorbikes. I stood next to the magnificent Taj Mahal (I stared for hours, only leaving because I got hungry — there’s no food allowed inside). I’ve ridden trains through lush landscapes, and spotted resplendent peacocks chillin’ in the wild. I watched a Bollywood film with people so attractive that I might never been able to watch an American rom-com again. … More India: you’re most welcome, madame!