Back in Indialand!
We are now back in India after a great week in Thailand. Our current destination is Kolkata (former Calcutta), which is more different from what I'm used to than anything I've experienced before. The city is so much more poor than the other cities we have seen, and it has such a huge populatin; 140 milion people! The buildings are low, the houses and restaurants are so small, like tiny closets, its very very dirty, and people are living their daily life on the pavement; that's were they work, eat and sleep.
Yet I find it beautiful, and charming. People are relaxed in a different way compared to Mumbai for instance, there is an acceptance in their situation that scares me and that I admire. The colours here are somehow so clear; the many houses painted in a turqouise colour, the washing lines with different indian materials, the fruit markets with dozens of different fruit, a tree with red leaves in front of a green mosque, a child in bright orange clothes running across the tenn roofs after a yellow kite...
Our wierdest experience here has been going on a human taxi; an old man with arms and legs like sticks pulling us through the streets of Kolkata on a little wagon. It felt wrong in a way, him pulling us like that, but i guess, on the other hand, its better that he has a job than that he has to beg on the street...
Well there sure are stories to tell.
Much love
Jenny
Yet I find it beautiful, and charming. People are relaxed in a different way compared to Mumbai for instance, there is an acceptance in their situation that scares me and that I admire. The colours here are somehow so clear; the many houses painted in a turqouise colour, the washing lines with different indian materials, the fruit markets with dozens of different fruit, a tree with red leaves in front of a green mosque, a child in bright orange clothes running across the tenn roofs after a yellow kite...
Our wierdest experience here has been going on a human taxi; an old man with arms and legs like sticks pulling us through the streets of Kolkata on a little wagon. It felt wrong in a way, him pulling us like that, but i guess, on the other hand, its better that he has a job than that he has to beg on the street...
Well there sure are stories to tell.
Much love
Jenny
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