So my renewed passport cost $75. It arrived last week and the color of my cheeks are changing back to rosy- Guatemala, here I come! This summer I’ve felt a little glum from the combo of the recession’s impact on my work influx and the summer swamp heat in NYC. Not fun. New York City […]
They say the differences between the rich and poor is extreme.
My friend, Sandeep is picking me up from one of the markets i’m at to go to dinner before catching my flight. Today, he is not driving his car because he has his driver! We take dinner at a restaurant in his neighborhood and drive by his 3 story house…no, mansion! He comes from the sector where growing up w/ servants, a cook and a driver is normal. As he says “Everyone has them- cooks and drivers and such… This is normal, right?” Well, maybe drivers are common in India (due to the wealth of taxis & rickshaws ) but this extended privilege of servants is normal only to my friends from the Phillipines who have been raised with servants who dress them and brush their hair!
My first camel riding adventure did not take place in Morocco, Egypt or Mongolia… it took place last year in India! Deep in the Rajasthan region where the environment is arid and hot, you can see these Quasimodo animals as native to the region as cows pulling wagons.