Cricket in the park
Hot, wow, shock wave from culture and heat… Taxi from the airport was a stunning intro to a world divided by extreme poverty and elite wealth. Staying in the old Fort district full of colonial architecture, street vendors and a maze of side streets with everything from canon camera gear to hand carved doors. Our first breakfast was interrupted by a sudden wave of white smoke that filled the cafe to the point where mary on the other side of the table disappeared and we all had to run out with our mouths covered, a young dude was happily (without a mask) doing the regular biweekly mozzy spray of the streets and cafes, lucky us…
Spent a lazy evening in the park watching real India, cricket being played by Indians from all walks of life young and old. Chaotic commuter traffic in the dark became the next focus of our wanderings and our cameras. Spent over an hour buying a ticket for the train south, just as we got to the counter the guy went for lunch. Welcome to India kids!
P.S. Our "Spot" GPS unit that tracks us anywhere in the world does not work in Southern India, hopefully as we go north it will find its way, and then we will add the map to our blog. –
Even our names are listed on the carriage seat allocation.