Showing posts with label meeting people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meeting people. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

Solo Exploring of Patancheru

Pantancheru 01.16.11

Oliver and I set out on our solo adventure - exploring the streets of Patancheru. He loves riding in his "elephant carriage" - the baby backpack - and I was a willing beast of burden. Quite the pair, Oliver and I!



He was sleeping before we reached the main entry and slept while I bought a Pepsi from a local vendor and guzzled it in the unaccustomed heat.




Remember to click on any photo to enlarge it, then use your back button.
If you enlarge this, you should be able to see the meat hanging in the "window".
We admired the street art and watched more kite-flying. Turning down an unfamiliar street, we were greeted by smiles and children and mothers eager to meet us. Some even ran down the street after us to shake our hands. Two little sisters were anxious for me to take their photo - the mom even ran inside to fetch the younger one!
 



Hmmm, Oliver, what could we call our adventures...something along the Indiana Jones line...I'll have to give this some thought...

Tree (made me think Banyan) inside ICRISAT headquarters


Friday, January 14, 2011

Return to India

Hello, Hyderabad! Actually, I'm about 40 km out of Hyderabad, at the ICRISAT campus.
Getting here was a long haul - 23 hours total travel time. Yikes!
On the flight from Newark, NJ to Frankfurt, Germany, I sat next to two young women - one from Germany, the other from India. Upon landing in Frankfurt, I walked around for a while to stretch the legs and get the circulation going again after an 8.5 hour flight. I wound up at the Goethe Bar - having lettered a lot of Goethe quotes over the years, I was drawn to it. All my anticipation of tasting a genuine German beer went up in thin air after the first swallow - it tasted exactly like Blue Moon! Oh, well, as the only woman "bellied up to the bar", I soon had company - Jeff & Jeff from Chicago, on their way to Birmingham, England, and Mick (pronounced "Meek") from Sydney, Australia. I couldn't help but laugh as Mick kept showering me with compliments and offering me chocolates in addition to the beer he bought for me. Good thing I had a plane to catch!



On the Frankfurt-Hyderabad leg, I was seated next to a young Norwegian boy, Christian, who was traveling with his father to India as missionaries. For a young teen, he was a wonderful conversationalist, and we spent much of the time relating Ole & Sven jokes, talking about Dan Brown's books (he was also reading The Lost Symbol), and a myriad of other subjects.
That flight had the most babies on it that the flight attendant had seen in over 15 years. Let's just say that there were several baby chorus performances - enough to get out the ear plugs.
I landed in Hyderabad at 12:35 AM, exhausted, but curious. After nearly 1-1/2 hours, I arrived at my daughter's door - sleep never felt so good!