You know when you're a kid and you arent happy or your hurt or scared and then you maintain yourself until you see your mother, then you cry and cry and cry. That is today for me. Except mom is not around. They picked us up early from the apartment to take us to the orphan home. We drive to an area called Faridabad and if I can describe this place without any pictures, I say think national geographic. I'm sitting in a 70s van filled with volunteers on top of each other with luggage roped on top this poor vehicle and we're just screaming "foreigners." We honest to goodness look like refugees, and we continue to laugh amongst each other at this description. The 2 guy volunteers tease me about making sure I'm okay and comfortable in these conditions..i call them wise guys.. Alex from the east coast tells me he's going to hire an orphan kid to just stand over me and fan me all night. LOL I tell him thats mean but hmmmm, maybe not a bad idea. On the way we continue to see people living and working in conditions unimaginable to westerners but just an everyday norm to them. Cows with their rib bones sticking out graze the roadside, camels carrying straw, pigs eating garbage all around the ground, kids playing on top of their living area (shack), truck drivers, women carrying bowls of something on their heads, rickshaws and motorcycles with families FILLED in them....etc...you name it, its there. The picture opportunties are endless and I can come back with a really good photography storybook i think to myself. So then....... |
We pull into this area loaded with men who look like they havent gotten lucky in a long time. If ever. I'm sitting at the window. Staring would be a tiny understatement and i start feeling queesy. I remember a month ago at home getting my shots and my doctor asked me if i wanted hepatitis a or b shot. Asked the difference and he said "A for mishandling of food and B for intimate contact and needles." I had said "oh noooooo, i only need A. No plans sleeping with the natives or doing heroine." Now I think....i should have gotten the B shot.
The rocket scientist driver we have cant find the orphan home and stops to ask every guy on the freakin road where the orphan home is. I'm thinking oh my god, they're all going to know where we're staying , dear god help me. I'm a freakin paranoid american, I'm terrified.
The orphan home refuses us till tomorrow. Seriously.
So 3 of us girls, they split the rest of everyone else up into different orphan homes, are staying at someone else's house now until tomorrow. The house is fine, tolerable, who cares at this point. Just the guys hanging around the house area makes me paranoid. Only because we're 3 girls all alone and don't know anyone.
Coming to this internet cafe has been the highlight of this day. There are other americans i hear talking in this cafe that i havent met and i'm going to hunt them down and become best friends in a matter of minutes. If you watched Euro-trip movie, this place Faridabad is like that place in the movie where the kids bought the whole town for 5cents............yeah.
This is it.
We're here....woo hoo. ;)




























