I may be from a different part of the country, but still feels at home..
“The journey itself is my home.”
365 days of homestays, high altitude cycling, and beautiful landscapes throughout India.
Delhi is a harsh place where poverty and wealth are seen in such extremes living side by side. The rickshaw drivers are considered some of the poorest people, often times not even making enough to eat though they risk their life and health daily as they pedal people around this very chaotic city.
I was able to visit the lotus temple, a Baha’i temple located in Delhi.
One of my first “local” experiences was cutting grass for a few days with these ladies near Manali. During the fall they frantically collect as much as they can in order to feed their cows throughout the snowy winter. Every evening they invited me back for tea and food in their homes after we were finished working.
Cycling through this area enabled (or…
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