Why do us ‘developed’ world people travel the ‘developing’ world? What is it that motivates us to visit underprivileged people when we ourselves are so privileged? If the neoliberal/western way of life is so amazing what makes people living within it want to visit somewhere else? These are questions some might reject or dismiss, maybe too taboo to discuss, but I find them very interesting.
People who have a whole different life, mind set, way of living, thinking, feeling and experiencing are intriguing!
I landed in New Delhi, India on the 4th of February 2016. Excited and ready for adventure I was keen to get straight into the Indian culture and life
I am now writing this in May, but I will share some photos and the stories behind the scenes and people.
Our taxi driver from the airport to our hotel – timid, lovely and respectful man who drove taxis to support his 2 daughters and wife. He was very interested in what Australia is like and was somewhat embarrassed that his english wasn’t the best. In my opinion his english was fine, he was able to hold a conversation with 2 Aussie girls who knew not one bit of Hindi. Isn’t that interesting, we think because english is the dominant language we don’t have to bother learning anything else, going to a hindi speaking country. Really shows the underlying, unintentional ethnocentricity I may have held.
While here there were a group of young traditionally dressed Indian women. From a young, Australian, Anglo Saxon, white female point of view they were absolutely so beautiful, interesting and different. From a young, low socio-economic, traditional Indian woman point of view I seemed very interesting too. My pale skin and green eyes, t shirt and blond arm hair was so different to them, enough so they wanted to touch my skin and my arm hairs. Our interaction was so interesting because we were all so interesting and excited to look close up to one another.
The women in the red sari was excited to see me also because she recognized be from the day before, I had bought anklets off her in the street, told her she was beautiful and asked to take a photo of her
When I asked about her red dot and red line into her scalp she said it was because she was married
She then rubbed her finger in it, and rubbed it on my head and scalp
Your my husband now
She joked and all the ladies thought it was so funny as we jokingly argued over who was going to be the husband in our marriage