barrage of photos - part I
was supposed to do a KL turn on sunday,
but got a call in the morning and didn't have to go for it.
my half day standby then became a melbourne flight on sunday night,
and for the first time, i'm upset with a melbourne
because it disrupted my osaka flight.
no more osaka =(
anyway, i spent a better part of the afternoon sorting out
the hundreds of photos we took on my indian trip.
ladies and gentlemen, velcome to ahmedabad...
our first day in the city saw us peering out the back of our hotel,
amazed with the sights of the slums by the river.
the income disparity here is so great,
with the very rich living a life of luxury and extravagance,
the very poor setting up cardboard homes by drains and roads,
and very few in betweens.
we made use of the free hotel transport
that brought us on a personalized tour of the city.
braving the scary traffic conditions and the locals' crazy driving,
we visited a temple made of intricately carved marble,
followed by a stop at the gandhi ashram.
ahmedabad is gandhi's birthplace
and thus, out of respect for him, is a dry state
i.e. alcohol's not sold here.
it was very peaceful in the ashram,
in contrast to the hustle and bustle just outside its gates.
there were many rooms showcasing different stages of gandhi's life,
and playful squirrels leapt from one tree to another.
we headed off to a mustafa-like shopping centre thereafter,
where i hunted for indian knickknacks and tried on some sarees.
checked out a flea market nearby,
but it turned out to be a disppointing stretch of make-shift stalls
selling more or less the same items by the road.
turning into lore garden,
we were surprised to see a whole lot of people
spending their sundays with extended families,
talking and tumbling on the garden grounds.
there was one of the busiest playgrounds i've ever come across,
and many little tots rolling down gentle slopes.
the kids were so adorable,
and many of them came up to us to shake hands.
one cheeky one even went, "hello, what is your name?"
i guess it's not often they see fair-skinned asians walking amongst them.
was supposed to do a KL turn on sunday,
but got a call in the morning and didn't have to go for it.
my half day standby then became a melbourne flight on sunday night,
and for the first time, i'm upset with a melbourne
because it disrupted my osaka flight.
no more osaka =(
anyway, i spent a better part of the afternoon sorting out
the hundreds of photos we took on my indian trip.
ladies and gentlemen, velcome to ahmedabad...
our first day in the city saw us peering out the back of our hotel,
amazed with the sights of the slums by the river.
the income disparity here is so great,
with the very rich living a life of luxury and extravagance,
the very poor setting up cardboard homes by drains and roads,
and very few in betweens.
we made use of the free hotel transport
that brought us on a personalized tour of the city.
braving the scary traffic conditions and the locals' crazy driving,
we visited a temple made of intricately carved marble,
followed by a stop at the gandhi ashram.
ahmedabad is gandhi's birthplace
and thus, out of respect for him, is a dry state
i.e. alcohol's not sold here.
it was very peaceful in the ashram,
in contrast to the hustle and bustle just outside its gates.
there were many rooms showcasing different stages of gandhi's life,
and playful squirrels leapt from one tree to another.
we headed off to a mustafa-like shopping centre thereafter,
where i hunted for indian knickknacks and tried on some sarees.
checked out a flea market nearby,
but it turned out to be a disppointing stretch of make-shift stalls
selling more or less the same items by the road.
turning into lore garden,
we were surprised to see a whole lot of people
spending their sundays with extended families,
talking and tumbling on the garden grounds.
there was one of the busiest playgrounds i've ever come across,
and many little tots rolling down gentle slopes.
the kids were so adorable,
and many of them came up to us to shake hands.
one cheeky one even went, "hello, what is your name?"
i guess it's not often they see fair-skinned asians walking amongst them.
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