Oh man, I have a lot to say about India. That's why part three's solely based on India - and what I thought of it.
INDIA
India's hard to explain because it's so different from any country I've travelled to before. It had a sense of order that was different to everything else - like law and the government wasn't the highest power here in the city streets. I would describe it, but I already made a post about it. Read it if you want.
Our first place didn't really give us a feel for the land of India. It was one of Mama's friend's place, and it was quite a large apartment. It had AC and WiFi, which may not sound like much, but during our travels we went the hard way to discover that no, not a lot of places here have WiFi. AC is also a treasured rarity. To give you a sense of perspective, I saw a run-down roadside stall with a sign that proclaimed in bad English that they had "color television" which didn't seem exceptionally technologically advanced. I also wondered why a store had to have TV in the first place.
For my birthday, I didn't get a lot of presents (see my other India blog post for details) but one that I wasn't particularly enthused about at the time turned out to be one of the most memorable later on. It's a graphic novel titled, Gandhiji- My Life is My Message (Gandhiji is a name for Gandhi). It's about Mohandas Gandhi - simply known as Gandhi later on. I read this about ten times, and it's really good. It seems like an accurate source of info, so if I do another homeschool report, it might be on Mohandas.
We went to a town market, where there were people selling stuff. In a lot of places, there are these people who try to sell you stuff you usually don't want. For instance, entering the market we had to deal with someone selling flowers and/or balloons, a guy trying to barter with Angus and Papa about his wooden 2D cat statue that could split into five pieces, each with a little drawer, which would have been good if 1) we had room in our bags, 2) could fit anything inside the drawers, and 3) served any other purpose.
The most persisent person was this guy who relentlessly tried to get us to buy a wooden - sorry, plastic - elephant. He just followed us around the entire place, and even tried to barter once we were inside the taxi. He was talking through the window and motioning for us to unwind the door windows. He really wanted us to buy a plastic elephant. Papa said he would be okay with just giving him some money without gaining a plastic elephant to boot, but he was worried the guy was going to just ask for more money.
Anyway, that's India. Great place, but hot and humid. I think I still prefer Norway.