Living in Delhi can be quite an eye opener.
We were walking home from IIT today talking about the injustice we had just been subjected to.
“Complete idiots!”, ranted Jacob.
“mmm”, I agreed.
In short, it isn’t easy getting things done here if you don’t go about it the right way. More…
Vedana – The yearning of the restless human soul.
I’m so glad there exists such words that encapsulates so much meaning.
More than a month has passed, I think, since I wrote last. I couldn’t tell you about everything that has happened, yet I have to write this post so that I can write about day to day life again.
Jacob seems to have come down with something quite intense. I awoke at 05.00 this morning to find him in a warm fleece, wholly socks and still shivering. Upon touching his forehead it was obvious that he had quite the fever.
After some coaxing this morning I finally got him to put some decent clothes on and get on the back of the bike. On IIT campus there’s a decent little hospital, upon writing this we’re actually sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of other people.
Doctors here are unbelievably efficient. During the 10 minutes we’ve been sat here three people have already been seen! Apparently bureaucracy has been taken out of the doctors tasks, they don’t need to sit and type overly detailed journals for every person that comes in with an upset stomach or runny nose.
While we travelled here last time round we visited one of Kundy’s relatives in Jaipur who is one of the top urologist in the world. Apparently the 6 teams (a specialist and some interns) at his hospital see 300 people a day! He also told us that a patient that is in need of a operation is operated on within a week of coming to a doctor. Amazing!
It’s Jake’s turn!
With the handles of plastic bag attached to each ear, securing our bed from possible disaster, I decided it was finally time to resurrect my blogging.
Mother, please, contain yourself! It’s not that exciting.
So, as some of you know, I now live in India. More…
So here it goes, I’m going to try and give you the short of our three week short India trip.
A few months back I received an email from Kundy, an Indian I’d met in Hanoi, North Vietnam. I’d stumbled into a dorm we both inhabited, carrying a khaki green saddle bag and grinning from one ear to the other- I’d just bought my war hero of a motorbike. Somehow within 10 minutes of meeting each other we planned to go west together on motorbikes. I taught her to drive my bike, and the next minute she bought her own. Day after we set off and lost each other in Hanoi traffic. We only knew each others first names. I continued, but Kundy ended up going south and having an adventure of her own. More…