india | on the road

New Delhi, India

Spending a lot of time in a vehicle seems to be indicative of a tour. This being chauffeured around, of course, was very foreign to me. Ordinarily I'd be scrounging around some strange map or website looking for the public transportation and walking route to some random destination.  Being bussed around like a tour had its pros and cons.  On the bus we had plenty of space, fifteen seats for the eight of us.  Plus air conditioning was great.  Because of the bus we saw a lot of India in a very short amount of time.  Plus it was super convenient to be driven around without the hassle of figuring out transportation on my own.  With all that said on the bus I often did wish that we could stop and interact with the locals.  Being on the bus created a wall between us and India.  I felt like we weren't ever really about to really get to know India at its heart, not like I have with other countries.

As a person who walks everywhere, I believe its the best way to get a real feel for a place.  Walking forces you to look at your surroundings and take it all in, slowly.  India was a blur.  It's a country I'd like to visit again, but travel through it on a real personal level.

All the images in this post were taken through a window, quickly driving pass the subjects of the images.  There was a real disconnect for me who really enjoys the connection of taking a picture.  I felt so cut off from India being in that van.  India was beautiful but I would have loved to interacted more outside of the tourist bubble.

daily commute

A couple of times each week, I head out to the city for meetings, meet-ups with friends or for an escape from distractions.  My commute every time has become routine, but I still enjoy it each and every time. I race out of my house and walk a couple of blocks to the nearest bus stop.  My bus stop is on a major street, so as I wait patiently by the side of the road, I wonder where the drivers are going and try to avoid the honking construction trucks and big rigs.  I'm always scared I've missed the bus, so seeing the bus turn the corner to my street is always a relief.

I hop on the bus, pay the fare and greet the driver.  I am a creature of pattern, so I try to sit on the same seat whether on the bus or the bart.  I sit and stare at all the wonderful things we're passing and examine the interior of the bus to see if it's one I've ridden before.  The bus takes me to the nearest bart stop and I walk through aisles of buses and reach the turnstiles.  I walk up the escalator and wait.

I get on my train and watch as we past station after station.  I stare at other passengers and  take sneaky pictures of them.  When I reach my station in the city, I climb more stairs then walk about five blocks to my new favorite coffee shop.  I sit, write, draw and and edit in my cozy coffee shop.

Then I go home.  :)

Peru 6: On the road again.

Peru Day 3: Sacred Valley Tour The day before, we must have spent a good, solid three hours with a travel agent, planning out excursions and adventures. I had heard many good things about the Sacred Valley, and since Machu Picchu was closed, I figured these ruins could be just as fun. We planned many other things, but the Sacred Valley would be the first.

Upon waking up and getting ready, we realized the hostel, AMARU 1, offered a complimentary breakfast. We took full advantage of the offering of tasty bread, drinks, eggs, fruit and other breakfasty items. The picture below was the view from their cafeteria, which was more like a cozy dining room of some lovely family's home.

We soon embarked on our trip, quickly realizing our tour consisted of a lot of sightseeing from the tour bus. Our first stop would be Pisac, but it would take quite a drive (a little more than an hour) to reach it. I sat in my cozy seat enjoying the gorgeous, gorgeous cloud formations covering the rich, green landscapes.

What a wonderful day!

9:30am I woke up, laid in bed and stared at my ceiling having some good quiet time. 10:30am I proceeded to check mail, do some urgent work, get ready and pack my computer stuff.

11:30am I was off to the city and out the door, but decided I was too early for the bus and went back inside to check my phone bill. Those extra moments inside the house made it possible to see my sister and adorable little niece and nephew. Wonderful!

11:40am I bolted off to the bus when I got a great "hello, let's chat and catch up" phone call. Hopped on the bus but realized my smallest bill was a ten dollar bill. (and the bus people don't give you change for the $2 ticket) Remembering the jingle jangle of coins in my pants, I reached in and pulled out some coins. 50 cents! nuts! I asked two people for change for my 10. One girl didn't have any, and another girl ignored me. I proceeded to feed my ten dollar bill into the ticket machine thing for my $2 ticket when a cluster of older people yell out to me and ask me what I needed. A wonderful Hispanic grandma had $7 in ones and offered to just pay for my ticket, but then a grandpa motioned for me to come over. He asked to see my bill and pulled out the biggest wad of $1 bills I've ever seen pulled out of a pocket. He gave me $10 dollars in ones. Hurray! (what are the grandmas and grandpas doing with nothing but dollar bills in their pockets? :) )

12:00noon I arrive at bart and hop on the train. There's a seat facing forward available. Score!

12:30pm I check out Anthropologie to check out if this blouse that I saw in vegas was there. It was! (but in white and too see through...) BUT I found the CUTEST tailored dress for $19.00. Score.

12:45pm I get to my special, free wi-fi coffee shop and there's a seat/table open right by the window! woot.

Now! I'm getting tons of work done... aside from this break to write this post.

p.s. vegas was super rad and now I'm super tan. I think there is no hope of losing my swimsuit tan before my cousin's wedding. especially since I'm headed to the Raddest Photo Trip Ever in Thailand/Cambodia for a month right before the wedding)