I arrived this morning at Howrah Station by train, AC-2, after a comfortable and nap-filled journey. The trains here run on time, which I always associate with fascism.
I keep thinking about the sheer magnitude of the day-to-day poverty I see.
One of the Nepal guidebooks I picked up at my friendly local public library actually concludes a paragraph about culture shock and mental health and suchforth with the line, "If you have trouble adjusting to conditions in Nepal, don't go to India." Holy cats! Like I said over IM last night, I am so looking forward to talking to you about this stuff.
I think the most shocking thing is going from the depths of poverty to the heights of affluence and Western-style decadence in a single afternoon, and realizing that the people you talked to an hour ago will never be able to take a simple cab ride to an air-conditioned restaurant. Well, sort of talked to, since I don't speak Hindi communication is a distinct problem.
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One of the Nepal guidebooks I picked up at my friendly local public library actually concludes a paragraph about culture shock and mental health and suchforth with the line, "If you have trouble adjusting to conditions in Nepal, don't go to India." Holy cats! Like I said over IM last night, I am so looking forward to talking to you about this stuff.
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I think the most shocking thing is going from the depths of poverty to the heights of affluence and Western-style decadence in a single afternoon, and realizing that the people you talked to an hour ago will never be able to take a simple cab ride to an air-conditioned restaurant. Well, sort of talked to, since I don't speak Hindi communication is a distinct problem.
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