Now that I have full time, high speed internet access on Douglas' computer during the day, and Sue says Callum is going to India in January, I will put some photos up. My pictures are limited to what I saw in villages during the march, but some of them depict the Indian way of life.
Shannon, me, and Lisa getting ready for the march one day.
We marched right by this structure.
Some shops in a village we passed.
Vendors opening up shop.
Women on a rooftop watching us watching them.
How many Indians does it take to change a light bulb? In this case, four. They really were change a light bulb. And they didn't let height or the lack of a proper ladder stop them.
Me outside the Taj Mahal. We arrived on a Friday and the Taj was closed!
Cows share the road in downtown Agra.
Even village roads are congested.
Neva, one of the French marchers, contemplates whether she wants to buy what they sell, if only we could figure out what they were selling.
Life in a village.
The Sikh temple that rescued me from being lost in Mathura.
But look how selective they are about who they accept donations from.
A village of cow dung huts. Dried cow dug disks are piled up to make these huts. They are not to live in. This is just a storage system. The dung disks are burned as fuel, chipped away from the huts as needed.
A Hindu temple ruin. You can't take pictures in villages without kids getting in on it.
Narrow lanes inside a village.
A village road before rush hour.
They really like to cram in the passengers.
Everyone and everything share the road.
Cute little girls.
Even in Delhi the big city, we have to cross the railroad tracks to get to the internet cafe.
At the market with Mohamed.
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