Bangalore was warm, probably in the 80s Fahrenheit. Everyone the w warning us all the time about how cold it was going to be in Delhi. They said that is it so cold in Delhi that they had to close school for a week. (huh?) We thought, no problem, we have winte coats in our bags from when we got to the airport at home.
Arrive in Delhi. Weather was, to our minds, a pleasant springlike temperature. We ditch our coats and roll up our sleeves. All around us people are bundled up in winter clothes, earmuffs, wool hats…
At Agra, our driver told us to be sure to bring arm clothes to the taj if we went in the morning. I changed into a lighter-weight shirt because it was too warm… Then I complained to the hotel about how the air conditioner wasn’t working in our room…
Makes one wonder what the Indian people mean when they say Kerala won’t be so hot… I imagine intense heat… We’ll see tomorrow. Everything continues to be relative.
Makes me a little concerned
As we were getting ready to leave Bangalore, our hosts/relatives honored us with a shawl for Patsy and a turban for me, we were very moved by their kindness.
Huyamun’s tomb in Delhi. It was pretty overcast, so I goofed around with post processing. Probably overdid it.
So yesterday in Bangalore we went to the science museum. It was ok, though a bit dated and very biased towards nuclear power and gmo foods.
But the interesting thing is that the place was full of school kids who were completely fascinated by us. They asked their teacher if they could talk to us, and then mobbed us, each wanting to shake our hands. It seemed like maybe they hadn’t seen white people at all before. Later in the day some adults asked to take their picture with us. I’m not sure if it’s “look at me with the weird foreigner” or what.
We find it kind-of amusing still, but it is starting to get old. I don’t think those kids learned much about science on their trip though, but at least they met some crazy Americans…
We were very fortunate to be able to stay with family in Bangalore. Although we are only in-laws of in-laws, they treated us like family, and made us feel extremely welcome.
There was definitely some culture shock… Bangalore is loud, dusty and chaotic, with traffic that makes Bangkok seem trivial to navigate. Although this is a major city, it is still very much ‘developing’ in both literal and metaphoric senses. Construction seemed to be happening everywhere, without much concern for city planning.
One of the first impressions I had was of laissez faire capitalism run amok. There are some very rich people here, alongside extreme poverty. Things we take for granted like garbage collection don’t happen. (In fact, one of the women we spoke with said some people are so poor that they will dump other people’s garbage on the street in order to resell the trash bag.)
Our flights yesterday were quite pleasant, and this morning we wake safely in Bangalore. Today will be mostly about getting our bearings and meeting our Indian relatives.