Unfortunately, there were more pictures and a more detailed write-up, but it's trapped on my misfiring laptop. I'll have to post just these five pictures. Right now it's 5:00pm. I'm in Delhi. I arrived this morning. I visited the branch of Delhi University that I'll be affiliated with, the Center for the Study of Developing Societies, and then I went apartment hunting. I found one, not good by any means, but acceptable. I'll probably rent it, just because it's exhausting and unproductive to waste time looking - and anyway, with Vicki coming and us going to Ladakh, there won't be any time.
Today was a first. I rode on the expanding Metro, Delhi's subway. It runs from the train station Vicki and I are staying nearby. It's almost fantastical to see a subway in Delhi. Soon it will connect all the way to the airport, but for now it's pretty local. It's nice; it could be a subway anywhere in the world. If I take this apartment, I'll be riding it to school.
Here are some pictures from a hartal, or protest, that happened outside my apartment in Mussoorie. There's not been water for about a week. There were only private grumblings until the water-workers went on strike for higher pay. Then the hartals broke out. Some people were protesting the lack of water; other people were protesting the pay increase. This strike coincided perfectly with the street-sweepers' strike. A few minutes away from my apartment is a Mount Kalash of trash sitting in the road. Each night the dogs will make a pilgrimage there and see if Shiva's in a generous mood.
Slogan yelling.
The problem's the water. It may look like delicious apple cider, but I assure you it's not. It's the dregs of dry water taps.
Atticus Finch speaking reason to the mob.
Two men in peaceful disagreement.
The scene of crisis. For contrast, I also had pictures of the women, who were mostly absent from the street protests. You could find them down the road, lined up in a queue at a government water truck with hundreds of water containers. Two buckets per woman.
Well, keep checking the blog. Adrienne will be posting. I'll be traveling with my sister in the remote regions of Zanskar and Ladakh for the next month. As I write this, I am monitoring Vicki's location on the airline website. She's currently over Pakistan, looks like Waziristan. I hear it's a beautiful place. Maybe we'll go there instead.
A joke. We'll be safe.
I'm excited to see Vicki, but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm equally excited to see (and eat) the mint brownies that she baked at 5:00 on the morning of her flight. Back in Delhi, it's so hot, you lost your appetite. But this afternoon I ate the most delicious tandoori naan ever made.
I'll leave you with a quote from when you exit the subway car: Mind the gap! Ponder its deep meaning.
Today was a first. I rode on the expanding Metro, Delhi's subway. It runs from the train station Vicki and I are staying nearby. It's almost fantastical to see a subway in Delhi. Soon it will connect all the way to the airport, but for now it's pretty local. It's nice; it could be a subway anywhere in the world. If I take this apartment, I'll be riding it to school.
Here are some pictures from a hartal, or protest, that happened outside my apartment in Mussoorie. There's not been water for about a week. There were only private grumblings until the water-workers went on strike for higher pay. Then the hartals broke out. Some people were protesting the lack of water; other people were protesting the pay increase. This strike coincided perfectly with the street-sweepers' strike. A few minutes away from my apartment is a Mount Kalash of trash sitting in the road. Each night the dogs will make a pilgrimage there and see if Shiva's in a generous mood.
Slogan yelling.
The problem's the water. It may look like delicious apple cider, but I assure you it's not. It's the dregs of dry water taps.
Atticus Finch speaking reason to the mob.
Two men in peaceful disagreement.
The scene of crisis. For contrast, I also had pictures of the women, who were mostly absent from the street protests. You could find them down the road, lined up in a queue at a government water truck with hundreds of water containers. Two buckets per woman.Well, keep checking the blog. Adrienne will be posting. I'll be traveling with my sister in the remote regions of Zanskar and Ladakh for the next month. As I write this, I am monitoring Vicki's location on the airline website. She's currently over Pakistan, looks like Waziristan. I hear it's a beautiful place. Maybe we'll go there instead.
A joke. We'll be safe.
I'm excited to see Vicki, but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm equally excited to see (and eat) the mint brownies that she baked at 5:00 on the morning of her flight. Back in Delhi, it's so hot, you lost your appetite. But this afternoon I ate the most delicious tandoori naan ever made.
I'll leave you with a quote from when you exit the subway car: Mind the gap! Ponder its deep meaning.
2 comments:
Enjoy the remote wilderness, your loving sister, and...the MINT BROWNIES! (it is the little things you miss from civilization) Have a safe adventure and may your water bladder never empty. Love E
As usual, the women keep the home going while the men stand around and complain! Actually, I'm not serious, but it was too much fun to say it! Water - a basic necessity - so easy to make it the center of a political / economic tug of war.
Like always, love the blog. Take care of yourself and Vicki. You'll have an astounding time!
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