Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Amer Fort – Flock

For this week’s Black and White photo challenge, Cee’s challenged us to share photos that end with the sound “-ock”. When Daegan and I went to India, the two of us spent a week in Jaipur, one of my favourite places in the world. As it was his first trip there, I took him to the Amer Fort. As we approached the entrance, a massive flock of birds lifted off above our heads. In yesterday’s entry I talked about how relatively young many of the “old” landmarks in North America are young by Indian standards. So the Amer Fort, built … Continue reading Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Amer Fort – Flock

Moments: Mumbai Morning

It’s 3:15 AM and I am drinking instant coffee in the apartment Daegan and I are sharing for two nights in Mumbai. I wake Daegan up with a cup of his own. We have to pack and get ready for another big day that starts with a train ride leaving Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, over an hour away, at 5:00 AM. We’re both exhausted because we had just had another amazing day that started at about the same time just one day before. Like zombies we drink our coffee until it is time to head out. Today we are everybody’s wake-up … Continue reading Moments: Mumbai Morning

Moments: Thursday on the Blue Line in Delhi

I am sitting on the train next to an older man who has just beckoned me to sit next to him in the seats designated primarily for older people (but I’m one of the oldest now not already sitting). Daegan is standing next to me with his sketchbook and pencil out, drawing the old man I’m sitting next to. A few stops later the doors open and two older bearded men came on board, both in pure white shalwar kameez, vests, and big white beards. I got up instantly as I was no longer the eldest and said to the … Continue reading Moments: Thursday on the Blue Line in Delhi

Landing in Delhi

It’s 5:30 AM, my usual wake-up time at home but here it is not work that wakes me, but my stomach. My stomach is telling me that something is wrong – it is dinner time back home and I need to eat. It’s not got the memo yet. Meanwhile, the sounds of the city go on. As the sound of horns honking decreased, peace entered the area. But soon after the chowkidar (watchman) started making his rounds. You could tell because he bangs his lathi (a big stick – don’t get up to any mischief or you’ll feel it!) on … Continue reading Landing in Delhi