clean shaven and one less goat in Agra
We reached Agra yesterday afternoon. Everything is great. I will definitely write something longer today, but I want to get some work done before that.
Please check www.bhopal.net/march and see the photos and from the walk from Gwalior to Dholpur. I haven't sent out anything from Agra yet.
Had a terrible autorickshaw ride past midnight last night, after dinner under a large mural of thousands of intertwining waterfalls and the words "pleasant food makes for good relations" (classic Indian randomness). It's the kind of weird, surreal place that people back in Brooklyn get together and plan down the last detail for months, but here in India they just come up with by accident. Anyway, on the way home autorickshaw driver was insane or drunk or something but it was one of those bad situations where getting out is even worse because of where you are and what time it is, etc. It was pouring rain. I kept telling him to slow down. We made it home after taking out a large goat on the way.
I am going to see the Taj Mahal for sunset, after I get my blog, photo, and fact sheet work done. It is also Holi, where everyone goes nuts and runs around bonfires in the streets and throws powdered and liquid colors all over each other. It has already been going on, but today is the real day.
I gave a little speech yesterday to an audience of gov't and activist people and press. It was set up by Amnesty International India. Several of us gave little speeches about the padyatra. I did well -- I don't so nervous when only about five people in the room understand English. Rachna translated what I said after I was sitting back down.
I took a long "bath" and shaved last night. It's a funny experience -- the bath stalls here are in the stairwell, and you're basically looking out over the city (third or fourth floor view) separated by only this sort of perforated design in brick, pouring cups of cold water over my body as I look out over the whole city, feeling quite naked. It feels good to be washed again.
See the photos: www.bhopal.net/march
Please check www.bhopal.net/march and see the photos and from the walk from Gwalior to Dholpur. I haven't sent out anything from Agra yet.
Had a terrible autorickshaw ride past midnight last night, after dinner under a large mural of thousands of intertwining waterfalls and the words "pleasant food makes for good relations" (classic Indian randomness). It's the kind of weird, surreal place that people back in Brooklyn get together and plan down the last detail for months, but here in India they just come up with by accident. Anyway, on the way home autorickshaw driver was insane or drunk or something but it was one of those bad situations where getting out is even worse because of where you are and what time it is, etc. It was pouring rain. I kept telling him to slow down. We made it home after taking out a large goat on the way.
I am going to see the Taj Mahal for sunset, after I get my blog, photo, and fact sheet work done. It is also Holi, where everyone goes nuts and runs around bonfires in the streets and throws powdered and liquid colors all over each other. It has already been going on, but today is the real day.
I gave a little speech yesterday to an audience of gov't and activist people and press. It was set up by Amnesty International India. Several of us gave little speeches about the padyatra. I did well -- I don't so nervous when only about five people in the room understand English. Rachna translated what I said after I was sitting back down.
I took a long "bath" and shaved last night. It's a funny experience -- the bath stalls here are in the stairwell, and you're basically looking out over the city (third or fourth floor view) separated by only this sort of perforated design in brick, pouring cups of cold water over my body as I look out over the whole city, feeling quite naked. It feels good to be washed again.
See the photos: www.bhopal.net/march
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