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Arriving at Delhi Airport in 1986 at 5.00am. Jet-lagged and tired.
That bus trip to our 5 star hotel. a smokey haze... or was that pollution? I got a sense of the exotic but the smell of poverty was overpowering. And shades of purple and mauve dress. I remember seeing people unashamedly doing their toilet on the side of the road. Shocking this sheltered, naive first world westerner. So my feelings were mixed about India already. Not being sure whether it was way out of my comfort zone. Still the music got under my skin. The mystery of a different culture.
Arriving at my 5 star hotel. What a contrast. The irony being you can view the poverty from your hotel room. Still. I loved my creature comforts. Ahhh the smell of bacon and eggs in a plush dining room. I forgot about poverty already.
Arriving at Delhi Airport in 1986 at 5.00am. Jet-lagged and tired.
That bus trip to our 5 star hotel. a smokey haze... or was that pollution? I got a sense of the exotic but the smell of poverty was overpowering. And shades of purple and mauve dress. I remember seeing people unashamedly doing their toilet on the side of the road. Shocking this sheltered, naive first world westerner. So my feelings were mixed about India already. Not being sure whether it was way out of my comfort zone. Still the music got under my skin. The mystery of a different culture.
Arriving at my 5 star hotel. What a contrast. The irony being you can view the poverty from your hotel room. Still. I loved my creature comforts. Ahhh the smell of bacon and eggs in a plush dining room. I forgot about poverty already.