Well, I bought a fancy new digital camera for my trip to India so that I can be sure my ineptitude at taking pictures and not the ineptitude of the camera is the reason for any mediocre images chronicling my journey through India. The camera is a Canon SD630 in case you are wondering. It can be purchased on www.NewEgg.com for a scant $312.00
My flight leaves on September 13th from JFK at 8am. I have a stop over in London for an hour and arrive midday in Dehli on the 14th. I'm going for four months with Nora Schmolze.
So why would anyone want to leave the lush, cozy comforts of The Shire to risk disease, death and hardship on the opposite ends of the earth? I can't exactly say for sure what it is other than a desire for adventure and to get lost in the sights sounds and smells of another world, but perhaps it also has something to do with this short anecdote from the acclaimed author Paulo Coehlo:
The Dutch girl in the club (Paulo Coehlo)
In 1982, although I had a good job in a recording company and earned a lot of money from song lyrics, I was also very unhappy. Worse still: because life was good to me, I also felt guilty. So I decided to throw it all up and travel the world until I found a meaning to existence.
On these wanderings I lived for a while in Amsterdam in Holland, which was the symbol of complete and utter freedom in all senses. There I frequented the Kosmos – a sort of club where people gathered with whom I felt an affinity.
One night a Dutch girl asked me what Brazil was like.
I began to tell her about our problems: the hard repression of the military regime, the social inequality, the misery, the violence.
“But you live in the best place on Earth,” I added. “What’s it like to wake up every morning in Paradise?”
The Dutch girl was quiet for a long time before answering:
“Horrible. Everything is so right here, there is no challenge left, no emotion. I wish we had your problems – then I would feel again like a part of humanity.”
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