Indian Impressions part 1

When we the Delhi airport the pilot, in a somewhat surprised voice, commented on something about there being a smoke alert. I’m not sure what he said but I gather that it was because of all the pollution coming from the city. The city itself was not very impressive from the sky. There was a definite lack of tall imposing structures. I read in “The World Is Flat” that this is because there is not a dependable enough source of electricity to support elevators for buildings over 6 stories. I saw a few that exceeded six stories but not very many. Before we got off the plane they sprayed the entire cabin with disinfectant. I think they do this because on the way back they repeat the routine and it would be insulting to only do it when we were leaving.
Going through customs was uneventful but as we walked from outside the airport to our bus we were accosted by a number of people wanting to carry our bags for 5 euros. I’ve worn the sucker badge a number of times but not that big. I gave the guy 10 rupees ($0.22) which he didn’t seem too impressed with. The same guy then asked everyone getting on the bus for some money. This was with several locals escorting us. I took a number of pictures from our bus as we drove to the airport. I spent most of the time looking out the window at all the strange and foreign sites of everyday life in a different land. My first thoughts were on the hierarchy of transportation. People walking, on bikes, rickshaws, motorized rickshaws (tuc, tucs), mopeds, motorcycles, taxis, compact cars and ginormous busses. I saw very few “nice” private cars. My other thought was that this place makes Doha look clean and organized.
Do Indians smile at strangers, not like they do in Doha. A big bus drove by and my friend Sandeep waved at all of them. Not one waved back and they all gave him a look of what are you looking at. I was taking pictures later in the week and had a school bus go by so I gave a wave. Some of the kids smiled and one gave me the finger. I just laughed.
The hotel was more then I expected but I wasn’t expecting a whole lot. The first room they gave us had only one bed. Since my friend Sandeep and I were sharing the room we felt like it wasn’t gong to be quite enough. After some convincing the hotel maintenance guy was able to create a new bed out of various pieces of a couch synched together with a sheet. Good enough for me. The room was clean but I was glad that I brought my own soap, shampoo and toilet paper. The shower curtain hadn’t been washed in a couple of years and the 1 foot band at the bottom did give me some concern. While there I never got sick but that is probably due to the fact that I preemptively took stomach medicine everyday and was anal about using my hand sanitizer. About 1/3 of our group did get sick at one time or the other. One lady actually had to go to the hospital because she was so dehydrated. In the end there was no permanent damage and the malaria pills seemed to have done their job.

Traveling to the LTT and other parts of India was mainly done in a Tuc Tuc. It’s a 3 wheel motorized rickshaw that runs on clean CNG (compressed natural gas) to help with the pollution problem. The switch to CNG by these guys has apparently been pretty successful in making a dent in the pollution problem. They fit the driver in the front and 2 ½ adults with an American sense of personal space in the back. Of course we’ve seen whole families in the back of some of these. When there were four adults riding in one I sat up front with the driver very closely. There is a strange sensation when you are taking a roundabout on the left side of the road at full speed with a bus about 12 inches next to you. You reason that everybody else does it but you can’t help to think of how absurd it is that everybody is OK with it.
Sunday night we went to visit families who were somehow involved with the local church. I had no idea what to expect. I was just told that we were going to meet with some locals who attend the church. The church meeting area had become flooded and the scheduled meetings and activities had to be canceled. Since it’s a relationship oriented society, it was important that we stay in touch. We split up into 3s and 4s to go meet the families that were about a 10 minute walk from the church. I had read that in India the slums are often hidden from the main roads but that night I saw what they really met. We walked down a street and behind a building into another world. 4 to 6 story buildings were built with about 10 feet between them. Electrical wires and clotheslines crisscrossed between the different buildings. It was dark so I could only see a silhouette of the top of the buildings. Most of the powerful lights were on first floors. Shops selling food, clothes and haircuts were located on the 1st floor. Most of them you didn’t walk into, you just stopped on the muddy street and picked what you wanted from the display. After about 10 minutes of walking and seeing how close people really can live together we came to our families building. We walked up a concrete staircase with no banisters for a couple of floors. It was the same amount of light as if you were walking in a hallway at night and the room at the end had it’s light on with the door halfway open. We arrived had our family’s house and were greeted with a large amount of hospitability.

I’ll finish my impressions in my next post. For now check out the pictures that I could take.
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