We headed back to the Jain Hillside Temple where a certain family had been carrying Shiva up the side of the mountain, and lighting it at the top for untold years. That night they would allow others in on the … Continue reading
Our host had arranged for Kevin to speak with a children’s school about American and Tamil culture. We pulled up to the school in our auto-rickshaw. A row of children lined the path on each side, all of them waving … Continue reading
After a delicious breakfast we went to film another school that our host had helped through Rotary, a Catholic school for tribal girls whose parent’s worked on the coffee plantations left over from the British. The school was high in the … Continue reading
We made our way to Salem, India to stay with friends Kevin met on his last trip to India. Our host, besides being an all around amazing guy, is actively involved in the Rotary club and many of their projects. … Continue reading
We were on the train again, headed to Moradabad, a small city in Northern India. Kevin had connections with the Rotary Club from his last visit to India. And one of Rotary’s big projects was the Polio Campaign. His contacts … Continue reading
Kevin had booked our train trip to Lucknow on the wild hope that a miracle would happen and we’d actually be able to go to Study Hall School on the one day we were available. Our chance paid off: we … Continue reading
Bodh Gaya was very much like what we’ve seen in the rest of India, except filled with Buddhists temples from all around the world. There were the Thai temples, Japanese, and I think even Korean, along with visitors from each … Continue reading
“Do you love your husband, mam?” “Yes, very much.” The little boy asked me again, on our way across the sands, “Do you love your husband, mam?” “I’ve loved my husband since the day we met.” I said. And then … Continue reading
Varanasi is one of India’s holiest cities. And it was here we dared to take our first rickshaw ride, of the un-automotive type. That is, a human being on a bike lugged Kevin and I down streets jammed packed with … Continue reading
In the streets of Dharamsala we found a new café, small and clean, full of happy cheerful volunteers: Rogpa Cafe. Actually a German girl had directed us to the shop, saying they sold fair trade items. I had noticed it … Continue reading
The schools here are not like the public education in the United States. Sure they call it public, but it’s public in the old British sense… that means public if you can afford it. Poor children in India work the … Continue reading
3 Months In India 