5th March 2020
It’s been one hell of a flight. Most of it spent watching the lion king movie and listening to Stevie Wonder’s Past time Paradise on repeat. Super exhausting, and I am in desperate need for some ZZzzzzz. Mother appears to be okay and not as shaken as I thought by her first flight experience. Strong woman!
Anees and Ibrahim seem nice. Ibrahim is quite loquacious. I’m too tired and shy to engage in a conversation but my dad is being the chatterbox as usual.
India is like I thought it would be. A mix between rural and urban. I think I’ll like it here.
The hotel we’ve been taken to looks like a motel from the outside. A worn out building with Neon lights that no longer illuminate and a dangerous looking gutter that could break your bones if your leg grazed its edges. However it looks really great and uncomfortable inside.
Finally I’m able to catch the much needed sleep after informing my friends of my safe arrival.
As I step out of the motel looking hotel , the cold air hits me and for a second I regret not wearing a sweater. I’m greeted by the sights of different street food joints, one that particularly grabs my attention has a man devouring hungrily something that looks like tomato sauce with freshly sliced onions with much gusto. (Eww these people no get suya or asun??)
I also notice a group of Indian touts ogling me in a not at all subtle way and smiling creepily. I become super apprehensive. If I was in Columbia i hear we’d be sizing each other up and gearing for a fight. Here however, I’m told the people are locals who haven’t left the countryside hence, the sight of a foreigner fascinates them.
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