The single event that changed the course of my life was my 2 and a half month trip to India at the tender age of 14. I had been overseas previously, to England with my mother when I was 10 years old, but looking back, India was the first time I had really travelled. In my memory England was quaint, pleasant, efficient and homely. Of course the English experience did nothing at all to prepare me for what India had in store for me. I was tossed into the colourful, dirty, seething life of India without a moment to take it all in. The most impressionable part of my arrival were the scenes that seemed to be from another planet. The heavy smell of burning trash, cows ambling in the roads, beggars sleeping outside Delhi airport and riding in a motor cycle rickshaw while my face stung with the pollution and the sky the cast of ash. My heart almost stopped- so, this is what it was like to be alive! From that moment on and for the rest of my stay, the synapses of my brain fired ceaselessly with the sensory overload that India brings. more to follow…..
May 11, 2007...9:02 am
India-A retrospective
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May 11, 2007 at 10:37 am
Hey, that was a real teaser. Waiting for the ‘more to follow’…please write soon!
June 14, 2007 at 7:12 am
Thoroughly enjoyed my browse through your writings – especially the Argentinian material. Keep it up!
Margot.