Our stomachs weren’t used to the bacteria in the water, so a basic routine was to be sure that we only drank from unopened bottles of brand name water, such as Himalaya or Aquifina. Even the water served at nice hotels was served in unopened bottles.
Vendors sit all day selling their wares: produce, eggs, chicken were popular, as well as car parts and the usual souk fare. Sometimes, they just sold solo on the road, no souk. But souks were huge collections of basic storefronts. I’m thinking that our farmers’ markets and flea markets are the closest we’ll ever get to what we saw, and they are a pale facsimile. You can find just about anything on the street. Anything.
Advertisers the world-round use the same techniques.
Lawn? What’s a lawn? We saw very little grass, just dirt and lots of it all over the place, including covering vehicles. The dirt was the biggest surprise for me. Well, one of them, anyway.
A moment in time. What was happening here?
This is what I mean by everything being for sale.
There were what we’d consider “safety issues” everywhere. Rickety ladders were only some of them.
India is Hindu, has a large Moslem population and of course, the missionaries have a long history there.
This was in Delhi but could’ve been anywhere. And much worse elsewhere. Garbage is just dropped and forms big piles. We were told that garbage collection is a problem. No one wants to do it, not even the lower castes, whose job it apparently has been. So it just piles up.
I know plenty of people who’ve come and eaten on the streets, but there was no way I would’ve done that. No. Way.
This just didn’t look appealing to me.
In Delhi we saw dozens of shops offering car parts.
I loved this. Some of the best things I saw were as we passed in our bus and if we were moving quickly, my trusty camera couldn’t keep up. But when traffic stopped, I got the shot.
This was at Mahatma Gandhi’s cremation site, a monument revered by many Indians. But some Indians do not care for him, believing he gave up Pakistan too easily.
We saw many beautiful old palaces and monuments and they were often crowded. People definitely took advantage of cultural opportunities if they could.
And then, a few videos.
Standing in stark contrast to what we saw were our hotels and the meals we were served. Here is a very cool smoking dessert
India was made for people-watching. I loved how colorfully people dressed. This was outside a monument.
Traffic jam in Delhi–yes, like any big city. Only worse.