Monday, April 25, 2005
Seeing the Light
Another moment of grace: seeing New York City at sunset from Air India flight 101. Due to the wicked rash we all got in Anjuna, I had not been able to sleep before leaving Mumbai at 6:30am. After 20 hours of travel I was nearly home, and nearly dead from itching and exhaustion. I'd popped at least 15 pills of all shapes and color but was itching like a maniac, guzzling water to combat my dry finger tips, puffy red eyes and ghost like complexion.
Inside Old Goa's Se Cathedral, a 17th century Portugese-built church that's one of the largest in Asia. On a mid April Goan aftenoon it truly was a godsend. In the cool darkness under the alter we sat, panting, chugging warm water and wiping away sweat. My rash was kicking in so I scratched, and scratched...
Trouble in Paradise
The Mighty Mosque
According to Subhra, my Mumbai mama, as women we were only allowed inside the mosque because the saint's followers are from a liberal sector of Islam. Resting under a silver frame supported by marble pillars, the tomb is hot and crowded with worshippers--women on one side, men on the other--straining to get near it.
I beat a retreat up to Darjeeling after the intense Kolkata heat. The drive up in a shared jeep past a million tea planatations like this. It would have been lovely had the driver not been a maniac, taking 90 degree blind turns on the one lane, cliff hugging roads with no hesitation (just constant honking).