Disorganized Awesomeness

Many people, including Russell Peters, have told me that your first step off the plane in Delhi is accompanied by a rushing “smell of shit directly into your nostrils”. My first step fortunately did not yield poo filled nostrils, however there WAS a glasses-fogging rush of humidity that accompanied the excitement of knowing I had arrived.

Another warning I received many times was to beware of the terrifying driving in Delhi. Yet, throughout my taxi ride to my homestay apartment, I could not stop smiling. The driving was crazy, I admit, but this craziness filled my need for disorganization that hasn’t been satisfied since my time in Tanzania. By the first ten minutes and first three almost-accidents, I could tell that India could become another place to call home.

I arrived in the dark to the place where I will be staying for the next three months – a three bedroom apartment in Vasant Kunj, a district of New Delhi. Krishna, one of the men that work at PHFI, is allowing Malik and I to stay with him during our time there - Malik being another student in my program who will be meeting me in India after my time in Thailand. The apartment is quite nice, your standard size for a three bedroom, and Krishna is great. The morning before I left for Thailand, I woke up early and took a walk around Vasant Kunj. I found it to be a very nice neighbourhood with two parks, two temples, some little stores and a community center with basketball hoops and badminton courts within a minute’s walk of the apartment.

I left India excited to return, knowing that I would find love for a new country once again.