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Dec 28, 2011 - Food for Life School, etc.
At the school, blue-uniformed children between ages 4 to 10 were everywhere and though there were teachers, there was an enormous chaotic energy. The children were playing and laughing and seemed to be getting ready for something. We went to meet the person I had only corresponded with by e-mail due to our mutual friend, Kurt’s introduction. She had been the person to arrange our ride from the airport and our stay at the ashram. Sri Rhadika met us as three cups of chai were brought to us by an older woman. We drank the tea and discussed...Jump to full entry
Dec 27, 2011 - HOPPER: Greetings from India!
Greetings! I'm in Vrindavan, Uttar Pradesh, India with my mother and brother right now. It's mildly cold outside and I've already seen some pretty unbelievable things after being here for barely a day. It really feels like so much longer. Monkeys, cows, dogs, and pigs wander the streets. We even saw a man on a camel-driven cart yesterday! Possibly the craziest thing so far. I'm really looking forward to meeting our friends for this wedding we're going to in the north in Punjab, as it will mean we'll have some kind of guides to consult. At...Jump to full entry
Dec 27, 2011 - Shopping for Hankies in Vrindavan
Tuesday 27 December. In the evening after visiting the school, Sri Rhadika kindly took us to shop for handkerchiefs for Zephyr’s constant nose-blowing due to a head cold, and to buy a cell phone that would work in India and also for international calls. We set off for the shopping adventure in a motor rickshaw, me and Sri Rhadika on the back seat with Hopper and Zephyr sitting sideways, their knees at serious risk of being bashed into by oncoming, passing, and passed traffic. The driver was unafraid of bombing through the packed streets....Jump to full entry
Dec 26, 2011 - Arrival in Vrindavan at Food For Life Ashram
Arriving at Indira Gandi International airport, Delhi After a 6:20am taxi to a bus to a train to a train to a plane to a plane, at 1:15am (India time) on the 26th, we arrived at the Indira Gandhi International airport in Delhi with our mostly German, Indian, and American fellow passengers. Upon landing, the plane filled with a smoky smell and we wondered if maybe it was something like the swamp fire smoke we’d experienced in New Orleans in August, but no one was able to tell us what the smoke was and, in fact, no one seemed to even be aware...Jump to full entry