It is with great sadness that I am writing my first impression of India. After we have traveled for more than 12 hours from Pataya a city by the beach in Thailand. We got to the airport and got on plane. we arrived in Calcutta after two and half hours. We had to wait 6 hours for our plane to go to Bangalore. Seince we didn't want to wait at the airport we hired a three wheeled taxi to take us to see downtown Calcutta. We hadn't gone even half a mile when we started to see the shacks and shantis that people live in. The city is covered in dust and dark smoke, I immediately felt sick and started to cough. I got a headache. I wanted to come back to the airport, but I wanted to see more. I couldn't continue looking at the terrible situation especially a few rivers that were filthy covered with garbage thousands of plastic bags floating on the river. Such a scene made me cry, the dust was blowing since there was some construction going on along the river. After 5 miles my husband told the motor tricycle driver to turn back to airport. I was crying from combination of dust in my eyes and the terrible pollution. The smoke from the motor bikes, three wheeled taxis, and the buses and trucks was horrendous. We got stuck in traffic it was a terrible jam, we couldn't move nowhere. The honking of all the autos, old buses, old trucks, tractors motor bikes and three wheeled taxis made me crazy. I wanted to jump from our three wheeled bike, my head was pulsing, I couldn't bear the terrible noise of the traffic.
How can I enjoy my trip seeing human beings living in this conditions. I know that most Indians are religious, but I was thinking where is God, why is he permitting his children to live in such poverty and dying everyday. I just read an article by UNICEF that found out that ONE MILLION CHILDREN DIE A YEAR in India.
After two hours we arrived in Bangalore where we had already had a reservation to stay in a very simple guest house.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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