A journey of thousand miles begins with one step.... said the Chinese old fart...
so spit it out
I am going to start with India since it's in the news with the latest bombings out of Mumbai.
At the time--I was 13 when we left Uganda/Kenya for Bombay. Remember that is the old name before it was changed to Mumbai.
Anyway I remeber we docked into the port and seeing people doing their laundry in the ocean. I wasn't suprised as I saw similiar people doing the same thing in Uganda/Kenya. We got off the boat and the SMELL of feces, urine wafted in the air and made me almost puke.
It was crowded--madhouse with rickshaws, old cars, and people everywhere. This was the most people we have seen in a long time and we were a little overwhealmed. We got 4 richshaws to take us to our apartment in the slums of Bombay as my parents were assigned to the local medical clinic there.
We got there around 8pm and noticed women and men standing along the streets, smoking, eating, doing God knows what. We got into the apartment to find out that it was a one room apartment among the 7 of us which was above the clinic. Ironically it was considred a palace by the locals.
We settled in and thinking that we were going to get some sleep but unfortuantely both of my parents got their first patient who was a lady going into labor and she ended up having it there in our apartment.
While we were outside- I remember meeting her 12 children! The one was my age and we started to play soccor as that was a popular sport. Problem with playing soccor in the ghettoes of Bombay was that one would step in feces/urine and occasionally a dead animal.
The kid's aunt came over and started yelling at us as that is the norm--and she was yelling at us to quit playing and goofing off and send the kid off to fetch water by calling all kinds of different names and she saw me and called proceeded to insult me as she thought I was British. (She was an old lady.)
I remember seeing a man with a wrap around his head and asked my grandmother, "Why does he have a towel around his head?" Of course that was when I was first introduced to a different religion. He was a Sikh.
The food was interesting although we did get tired of eating rice and so forth.
The train from Bombay to New Delhi was jammed packed with Indians travelling around with people sitting on the top of the cars. We had a bathroom in the car and when you went to sit on the toilet--you pray that you don't fall into the hole as it was the ground underneath the train!!!!!
We were crossing the Ganges of New Delhi on an elephant excursion and what was shocking was seeing individuals washing laundry/bathing/and execrement in the same river......