The Rickshaw Ride In Old Delhi
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Our guide for the day (Anchel) suggested this, she was just ahead of us in the orange sari. Blue tarps were noticeable here and many other areas of the country. Many of the streets are narrow and cars cannot even navigate, so the mode of transportation is rickshaw, bicycle, motorbike .....
or human powered carts. In the beginning of our trip to India, I often noted that the fashion police would be appalled by the clashing of colors and prints/plaids people wore. Didn't take long to realize that perhaps what a person had on their backs, might have been the only clothes they owned.
This is actually a market stall and these clothes were for sale. Note the framework put onto the rickshaws to enable the driver to carry more merchandise. Trash in the streets, along with the stray dogs, packs of monkeys and freely roaming cows were something we never got used to.
Just inside the gate of Jami Masjid (India's largest mosque). This is the mosque where we saw the high-ranking Iman being escorted by guards with machine guns. We had to leave our shoes ourside and wear something to cover our legs and my arms. Yes, that is Christine in a dress chosen to compliment her turquoise scarf. The group of young men to the right kept trying to sell us jewelry and other souvenirs; apparently they didn't get Scott's memo on NO MORE JEWELRY & PASHMINAS.
Scott had to wear a long skirt to cover his legs, carefully chose one to compliment his green Yuengling shirt. The sandstone & marble mosque was built in 1656 by Emperor Shah Jahan, the same ruler that directed the building of the Taj Mahal. The mosque was built on a mound and has now been completely encircled by the city of Old Delhi, which is why we had to take a rickshaw ride to view its black and white marble domes, twin minarets and sheer size
Yes, that is stray dog sleeping in the trash.
This about says it all...India was very much a humbling experience.
Our rickshaw driver with the boy who threw the stone at me. The boys hands were out because he was expecting to have them smacked by the stick in the driver's right hand. Red Fort across the street.
The spaghetti-bowl of electric wires above the narrow alleyways. This made both of us nervous and wondered how many fires this awful mess causes.
The first time in her life that Christine would not stop for a shoe store... Once again gratitude was the spirit of the day. Scott gave our drivers double their fees (the big softie)
Our guide for the day (Anchel) suggested this, she was just ahead of us in the orange sari. Blue tarps were noticeable here and many other areas of the country. Many of the streets are narrow and cars cannot even navigate, so the mode of transportation is rickshaw, bicycle, motorbike .....
or human powered carts. In the beginning of our trip to India, I often noted that the fashion police would be appalled by the clashing of colors and prints/plaids people wore. Didn't take long to realize that perhaps what a person had on their backs, might have been the only clothes they owned.
This is actually a market stall and these clothes were for sale. Note the framework put onto the rickshaws to enable the driver to carry more merchandise. Trash in the streets, along with the stray dogs, packs of monkeys and freely roaming cows were something we never got used to.
Just inside the gate of Jami Masjid (India's largest mosque). This is the mosque where we saw the high-ranking Iman being escorted by guards with machine guns. We had to leave our shoes ourside and wear something to cover our legs and my arms. Yes, that is Christine in a dress chosen to compliment her turquoise scarf. The group of young men to the right kept trying to sell us jewelry and other souvenirs; apparently they didn't get Scott's memo on NO MORE JEWELRY & PASHMINAS.
Scott had to wear a long skirt to cover his legs, carefully chose one to compliment his green Yuengling shirt. The sandstone & marble mosque was built in 1656 by Emperor Shah Jahan, the same ruler that directed the building of the Taj Mahal. The mosque was built on a mound and has now been completely encircled by the city of Old Delhi, which is why we had to take a rickshaw ride to view its black and white marble domes, twin minarets and sheer size
Yes, that is stray dog sleeping in the trash. 
This about says it all...India was very much a humbling experience.
Our rickshaw driver with the boy who threw the stone at me. The boys hands were out because he was expecting to have them smacked by the stick in the driver's right hand. Red Fort across the street.
The spaghetti-bowl of electric wires above the narrow alleyways. This made both of us nervous and wondered how many fires this awful mess causes.
The first time in her life that Christine would not stop for a shoe store... Once again gratitude was the spirit of the day. Scott gave our drivers double their fees (the big softie)
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