Two porters happily pose for a photograph at Ajmer Station in Rajasthan as they wait to load our heavy luggage onto the ‘Shatabdi Express’ bound for Delhi a sweltering and tiring eight hours away.
In the grounds of The Qutab Minar in Delhi I found this old and dignified man and asked him if I could take his photograph, he agreed and stood very proudly and still for me to take the shot, he neither asked for nor expected any money in return for granting me this.
After taking the shot I noticed that he still had the price tag for his new glasses stuck in the top left hand corner of the frames.
We woke before sunrise and did not partake of breakfast such was our wont to reach our destination. And what a destination it was! For many this was ‘the reason‘ for travelling to India, for others it was ‘the photo opportunity of a lifetime’ not to be missed. I felt myself already beginning to regret those extra ‘Kingfisher’ beers consumed on the hotel rooftop terrace the night before. Sensible people had hit the sack well before 10.00 pm, but not myself and my (not-so-sensible-either), brother-in-law, no we knew better, we needed beer and plenty of it. Now deeply regretting the previous nights stupidity I stood swaying gently from side to side in a queue beneath the early light of morning, waiting for the great gates to open to let us in to the gardens of the Taj Mahal. Continue reading “A tale of two Taj’s … 31/03/2010”
It helps in India to know your Aibaks from your Akbars. Without this fundamental knowledge you enter into a world of confusing names and dynasties that all sound similar to western ears. The reason I mention this is because I spent the best part of an hour looking in wonderment and exploring intently around a World Unesco Monument which I thought was built by the Mughal ruler ‘Akbar the Great’ only to then find out that I was several centuries and many dynasties out in my historical assessment. Continue reading “Lets start with the A’s … 30/03/2010”