Below is an excerp from Kristin's blog...sometimes there are people looking out for you here. We are super thankful that everything turned out alright...
I was actually stolen from on my way home from the metro last night. i had my bag full o groceries (well...i admit...groceries and 5 diet cokes!!) so my back pack was really heavy. this young guy was walking really close to me and two times stepped on my heels. honestly i though he was just aperver who want to stare at an american woman (this happens regularly). he stepped on my heels twice and i just glared at him from the corner of my eye and though that i will let it happen one more time and then say something to him. well i got home and went to get my keys and found my phone and my wallet gone. I was soooo pissed. it just made me so angry.
the next thing i know the landlord's daughter, moitri, runs up stairs to my house and says she is on the phone with the men who caught the guy who stole from me.
we went down to this small cigarette/ pan store and they told me the owner would come in 15 minutes with my phone.,...and he did.
the men had been watching us walking on the other side of the street and had seen the man take my wallet and phone. they proceeded to catch him and then beat him!!!!!
this indian man told me that he has seen me on sudder st. and knew that i did charity work. everyone knew we spoke bengali and where we lived.
they even knew to call Moitri (how...i don't know). and the most ironice thing is that there was only about 110 ruppees in my bag....that is the equivalent of about $2.00!!!!
it was one of the only times i praised Jesus for being a white girl in India. i actually felt really humbleded afterwards and felt bad for getting so angry.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Pray for Freedom
Kristin who has been here for 2 years and some of the previous WMF staff have established a pretty good relationship with a family of sisters in the Gach. There are three sisters...2 of them live together with the older sisters 4 children in a small room in the Gach. They pay ridulous rent ( a way brothel owners keep the women in bondage) for the small room which is more than what we pay for 2 rooms and a bathroom and a kitchen. Both the women are prostituting but it seems that the older one is ready to leave but she is afraid. Kristin was able to arrange a job opening for her immediately and we have contact that knows of a cheaper place for her and her children to live. if she takes the job working for freeset ( http://www.freesetbags.com/) and moves she will be able to support her family well and be free. she wants to be free--she has said she wants to be free but everytime an opportunity is offered she seems afraid to take it--she told us not today but on monday. so i want to ask you to pray that she will come with us on monday and that she would take hold of the freedom on so many levels that is being offered to her and family. we are hoping that if the older sister takes the first step the other sisters will follow. This family can have a new and better life...this step could protect the woman's 10 year old daughter from a similar fate...please be praying. we will go see them again at around midnight your time on sunday night.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Earthquake Orphans sold into the sex trade
Psalm 10
1 Why, O LORD, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? 2 In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak, who are caught in the schemes he devises. 3 He boasts of the cravings of his heart; he blesses the greedy and reviles the LORD. 9 He lies in wait like a lion in cover; he lies in wait to catch the helpless; he catches the helpless and drags them off in his net. 10 His victims are crushed, they collapse; they fall under his strength. 11 He says to himself, "God has forgotten; he covers his face and never sees." 12 Arise, LORD! Lift up your hand, O God. Do not forget the helpless. 13 Why does the wicked man revile God?Why does he say to himself, "He won't call me to account"? 14 But you, O God, do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper of the fatherless. 15 Break the arm of the wicked and evil man; call him to account for his wickedness that would not be found out. 16 The LORD is King for ever and ever; the nations will perish from his land. 17 You hear, O LORD, the desire of the afflicted;you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, 18 defending the fatherless and the oppressed, in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-1838452,00.html
The Sunday Times October 23, 2005
Earthquake orphans sold into sex trade
by Dean Nelson, Islamabad
SIX-YEAR-OLD Aisha loves the orange blouse and jeans given to herby the kind woman who rescued her from the chaos of the Kashmirearthquake. She snuggles up to her, trying to forget thedevastation of her village home and the deaths of her parents 15days ago.What Aisha does not know is that the woman, Kausar, is aprostitute who has bought her from relatives for 50,000 rupees(£500) and plans to put her to work in the sex trade as soon asshe reaches puberty.Aisha is not alone. According to welfare agencies, many of thehundreds of girls and boys orphaned by the earthquake are beingtargeted by gangs intent on turning them into prostitutes orstreet beggars.Other children are being sold for adoption by their parents inacts of desperation prompted by the destruction of homes andlivelihoods.The Pakistani government is so alarmed by the threat to vulnerablechildren that it has placed armed guards at all hospitals andordered that no child is released to anyone until proof of kinshiphas been verified.A complete ban on adoption was announced after hospitals andemergency shelters were besieged by people offering to takeKashmiri orphans. Staff at the PIMS hospital in Islamabad say anumber of people posing as relatives were caught trying to abductchildren.But according to Manan Rana, a child protection officer workingfor Unicef, the United Nations children's fund, in Muzaffarabad,near the epicentre of the earthquake, local government in Kashmirhas collapsed and officials are unable to provide protection.No official appears to have noticed when Aisha disappeared. Afterher home in a village called Arja was wrecked, she was taken toher grandmother's house in the nearby city of Bagh. Kausar, hernew "carer", who claims the little girl is a distant relative,heard about her plight from family members."Her grandmother was too old to look after the girl. I went toBagh on October 12 and I got her very cheap. A pimp from Lahoremight have paid 100,000 rupees," she said."I will provide a good education for her. I would not like her tobe a cheap, third-class prostitute. I do care about the girl. Iwill take good care of her, and then reap the benefit. I'mproviding for her protection and I don't care what Allah thinks."Kausar said she was earning £200 a month from prostitution, butcould earn thousands more from Aisha. She will sell the girl'svirginity to the highest bidder when she reaches puberty andexpects to get up to £2,000 for that alone. "She could start workas soon as she has her first period," Kausar said.If Aisha refuses to work as a prostitute, she will be sold to apimp, Kausar said. She may sell Aisha sooner if she is offered£1,000, but she would not pass her on to whites or non-Muslims,she said, and she would not consider any intervention by thisnewspaper.By contrast the family of Summaya, 7, managed to escape thedestruction of their house in Muzaffarabad, but her parents nowplan to sell her for adoption so that they can buy a new one.Her mother, Rafia, 38, said they were hoping a good family wouldpay £2,500 for her and would allow them to visit her."My husband is a daily wage labourer and he's been selling bloodfor 400 rupees (£4) a pint," said Rafia. "If our problems areresolved, we will not sell the girl. I love her. I know anotherfamily will never be able to give the love a real mother can, butwe have to compromise."Mohammad Hassan Mangi, director of Pakistan's National Commissionfor Child Welfare and Development, said the government had setaside funds to make sure every family affected could rebuild theirhome. He asked to be put in contact with Summaya's family."The government is giving $10,000 (about £5,650) compensation foreach person killed in the quake. If this woman is affected, shewill definitely get a home," he said.For Aisha, however, there is little anyone can do. After beinginterviewed, Kausar vanished into Islamabad's vice world, takingAisha's future with her. o The first of three Chinook helicopterssent by Britain to help ferry supplies to remote areas of theearthquake zone left RAF Odiham in Hampshire yesterday. The twoother aircraft are due to to be airlifted out today aboard C-17transport planes.
The rising death tollConfirmed deaths: 51,139Injured: 70,000
This is message is forwarded to you by the:Initiative Against Sexual Traffickingc/o The Salvation Army USANational Headquarters
1 Why, O LORD, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? 2 In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak, who are caught in the schemes he devises. 3 He boasts of the cravings of his heart; he blesses the greedy and reviles the LORD. 9 He lies in wait like a lion in cover; he lies in wait to catch the helpless; he catches the helpless and drags them off in his net. 10 His victims are crushed, they collapse; they fall under his strength. 11 He says to himself, "God has forgotten; he covers his face and never sees." 12 Arise, LORD! Lift up your hand, O God. Do not forget the helpless. 13 Why does the wicked man revile God?Why does he say to himself, "He won't call me to account"? 14 But you, O God, do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper of the fatherless. 15 Break the arm of the wicked and evil man; call him to account for his wickedness that would not be found out. 16 The LORD is King for ever and ever; the nations will perish from his land. 17 You hear, O LORD, the desire of the afflicted;you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, 18 defending the fatherless and the oppressed, in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-1838452,00.html
The Sunday Times October 23, 2005
Earthquake orphans sold into sex trade
by Dean Nelson, Islamabad
SIX-YEAR-OLD Aisha loves the orange blouse and jeans given to herby the kind woman who rescued her from the chaos of the Kashmirearthquake. She snuggles up to her, trying to forget thedevastation of her village home and the deaths of her parents 15days ago.What Aisha does not know is that the woman, Kausar, is aprostitute who has bought her from relatives for 50,000 rupees(£500) and plans to put her to work in the sex trade as soon asshe reaches puberty.Aisha is not alone. According to welfare agencies, many of thehundreds of girls and boys orphaned by the earthquake are beingtargeted by gangs intent on turning them into prostitutes orstreet beggars.Other children are being sold for adoption by their parents inacts of desperation prompted by the destruction of homes andlivelihoods.The Pakistani government is so alarmed by the threat to vulnerablechildren that it has placed armed guards at all hospitals andordered that no child is released to anyone until proof of kinshiphas been verified.A complete ban on adoption was announced after hospitals andemergency shelters were besieged by people offering to takeKashmiri orphans. Staff at the PIMS hospital in Islamabad say anumber of people posing as relatives were caught trying to abductchildren.But according to Manan Rana, a child protection officer workingfor Unicef, the United Nations children's fund, in Muzaffarabad,near the epicentre of the earthquake, local government in Kashmirhas collapsed and officials are unable to provide protection.No official appears to have noticed when Aisha disappeared. Afterher home in a village called Arja was wrecked, she was taken toher grandmother's house in the nearby city of Bagh. Kausar, hernew "carer", who claims the little girl is a distant relative,heard about her plight from family members."Her grandmother was too old to look after the girl. I went toBagh on October 12 and I got her very cheap. A pimp from Lahoremight have paid 100,000 rupees," she said."I will provide a good education for her. I would not like her tobe a cheap, third-class prostitute. I do care about the girl. Iwill take good care of her, and then reap the benefit. I'mproviding for her protection and I don't care what Allah thinks."Kausar said she was earning £200 a month from prostitution, butcould earn thousands more from Aisha. She will sell the girl'svirginity to the highest bidder when she reaches puberty andexpects to get up to £2,000 for that alone. "She could start workas soon as she has her first period," Kausar said.If Aisha refuses to work as a prostitute, she will be sold to apimp, Kausar said. She may sell Aisha sooner if she is offered£1,000, but she would not pass her on to whites or non-Muslims,she said, and she would not consider any intervention by thisnewspaper.By contrast the family of Summaya, 7, managed to escape thedestruction of their house in Muzaffarabad, but her parents nowplan to sell her for adoption so that they can buy a new one.Her mother, Rafia, 38, said they were hoping a good family wouldpay £2,500 for her and would allow them to visit her."My husband is a daily wage labourer and he's been selling bloodfor 400 rupees (£4) a pint," said Rafia. "If our problems areresolved, we will not sell the girl. I love her. I know anotherfamily will never be able to give the love a real mother can, butwe have to compromise."Mohammad Hassan Mangi, director of Pakistan's National Commissionfor Child Welfare and Development, said the government had setaside funds to make sure every family affected could rebuild theirhome. He asked to be put in contact with Summaya's family."The government is giving $10,000 (about £5,650) compensation foreach person killed in the quake. If this woman is affected, shewill definitely get a home," he said.For Aisha, however, there is little anyone can do. After beinginterviewed, Kausar vanished into Islamabad's vice world, takingAisha's future with her. o The first of three Chinook helicopterssent by Britain to help ferry supplies to remote areas of theearthquake zone left RAF Odiham in Hampshire yesterday. The twoother aircraft are due to to be airlifted out today aboard C-17transport planes.
The rising death tollConfirmed deaths: 51,139Injured: 70,000
This is message is forwarded to you by the:Initiative Against Sexual Traffickingc/o The Salvation Army USANational Headquarters
Monday, October 24, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
beyond mere existance...
Now for more than three days straight it has been raining. everything is damp and we can not do luadry because it may never dry. the rain in calcutta slows and dampens everything from the ability to travel to your clothes. this rain could steal my joy but the rain is only rain and today i feel so grateful for my parents, my friends and family who have loved me well. because of that love i am be where i am now....if have been given dignity, love and value from my birth till now and there so many here who do not know life beyond mere existance.
My main thought today is that the greatest gift we can give each other and our to the children we love is diginity and value....modeled after christ...the ultimate giver of worth as we lives as sons and daughters of the king. We have the opportunity to instill a deep sense of value and self worth, critical thinking skills and an internal motivation (because God loves me, because someone loves me, because i love me) ...something that we do not see very much of in sonagacchi...the women exist only. they cook, they clean, the work but they do not see much joy, or feel free to make a choice or welcome a opportunity to move beyong where they are right now. An opportunity for a better life is a scary choice when no one has taught or instilled in you that you can make good choices, that you deserve good things and that you even if you fail you are loved. So love each other well my friends and you can change the world. pray that we can love the women and children of sonagacchi into a new life beyond mere existance.
My main thought today is that the greatest gift we can give each other and our to the children we love is diginity and value....modeled after christ...the ultimate giver of worth as we lives as sons and daughters of the king. We have the opportunity to instill a deep sense of value and self worth, critical thinking skills and an internal motivation (because God loves me, because someone loves me, because i love me) ...something that we do not see very much of in sonagacchi...the women exist only. they cook, they clean, the work but they do not see much joy, or feel free to make a choice or welcome a opportunity to move beyong where they are right now. An opportunity for a better life is a scary choice when no one has taught or instilled in you that you can make good choices, that you deserve good things and that you even if you fail you are loved. So love each other well my friends and you can change the world. pray that we can love the women and children of sonagacchi into a new life beyond mere existance.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
RAIN, RAIN ALL DAY RAIN
So it has been raining for the last 24 hours and Calcutta being basically on a swamp is flooded and extra fun today. We have seen people waist deep and have found ourselves walking in water as deep as just below the knee. It is still raining...rain kind of slows everything down makes getting around more difficult as we walk most places... we have found ourselves wet alot. sad i do not have my camera today.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
New day, new thoughts...
Today we got to see what will hopefully be our new apartment. It is huge with 6 rooms and 2 bathrooms. and a nice large kitchen...we are really excited and hopeful that it will not only be home to us but to many others in the future--whether it be girls or teams or just all you lovely people are going to come visit.
today was a really good day. basically because i felt normal and it was as normal as a calcutta day can be. We did pilates, we prayed and worshiped jesus and then we saw the new apartment and spent several hours in the gach with some sweet ladies and i got to see kiran have a wonderfully deep and meaningful converstation about faith with one of the girls. it was a hope full day.
I have been using an amazing devotional book that was given to my by Emily Timm that keep rockin my world every time i read it...call instrument of thy peace by seabury. He basically reflects on the st. francis prayer...lord make me an instrument of your peace...probably my favorite so far is the reflection on...
Where there is hatred let me sow love.... St. francis
"The petition of st francis may be taken for the moment in an easier way, namely that asks to be the reconciler of those who hate one another, or that he asks to be able to soften the heart of the one who hates and to heal the grief and resentment and lostness of the one who is hated. This is something that we can ask ourselves. we can plead with those who hate, and encourge those who are hated; we can mediate between those who hate one another...To be an instrument of God peace is not to confine oneself to the field of personal relationships but to concern oneself also with the problems of human society, hunger, poverty, injustice, cruelty, eploitation, war."
I have been really challenged as the author reflects on the individual parts of the prayer--where there is doubt bring faith, where there is despair hope....I am sure i will have more reflections as i continue to read.
today was a really good day. basically because i felt normal and it was as normal as a calcutta day can be. We did pilates, we prayed and worshiped jesus and then we saw the new apartment and spent several hours in the gach with some sweet ladies and i got to see kiran have a wonderfully deep and meaningful converstation about faith with one of the girls. it was a hope full day.
I have been using an amazing devotional book that was given to my by Emily Timm that keep rockin my world every time i read it...call instrument of thy peace by seabury. He basically reflects on the st. francis prayer...lord make me an instrument of your peace...probably my favorite so far is the reflection on...
Where there is hatred let me sow love.... St. francis
"The petition of st francis may be taken for the moment in an easier way, namely that asks to be the reconciler of those who hate one another, or that he asks to be able to soften the heart of the one who hates and to heal the grief and resentment and lostness of the one who is hated. This is something that we can ask ourselves. we can plead with those who hate, and encourge those who are hated; we can mediate between those who hate one another...To be an instrument of God peace is not to confine oneself to the field of personal relationships but to concern oneself also with the problems of human society, hunger, poverty, injustice, cruelty, eploitation, war."
I have been really challenged as the author reflects on the individual parts of the prayer--where there is doubt bring faith, where there is despair hope....I am sure i will have more reflections as i continue to read.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Ring around the moon
Okay these pictures are not posting as well as they did on my laptop. They are of the moon last night. I went out side to get my laundry from the line and the moon was right in the center of the sky and surrounded by a huge ring that extended itself across more than that half the night sky. it was amazing. i have never seen anything like it in my life....there was a partial lunar eclipse here yesterday at 530pm that was no visible because of the rain but i am wondering if the amazing night sky had something to do with it.
friends and co-workers
We have been to the gach a couple of times now and I am begining to adjust. I am shy with my Bangla and certainly very rough after not speaking for more than 2 years. Yesterday was good. I met alot of girls i have never met before along with several that i knew when i was here before. I longing for better bangla skills and deeper relationships with the girls but i know that both will take time--probably alot of time. this picture is of kristin and kiran--the amazing women who are currently spending time in the gach and have been for some time. Kristin is my amazing, visionary friend whose passion for the women in the gach is amazing and kiran is a bengali christian who began working with kristin several month ago three days a week. I am looking forward to great relationships with both these ladies and we seek to serve and love the women of the gach.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thoughts for today
I wrote the last post as my prayer letter and then still had so much time that new things to share cropped up so i decided to post this one on my blog and use the new heart revelation for my prayer letter. things have been going pretty well over all.
kristin and i have been doing this intense work out for two days and then we were both super sore yesterday so we had a rest day...not as sore as if i ran a marathon but sore in more places...here is the work out if you want to try it...
if you do it let me know what you think...maybe i will take pics next time so you can see how we do it...that would be funny.
I am mostly recovered from jet lag but today for some reason i feel weary and nearly weepy...reading my emails today made me feel very loved and maybe reminded me of what i am missing just a little in choosing to come here.
kristin and i have been doing this intense work out for two days and then we were both super sore yesterday so we had a rest day...not as sore as if i ran a marathon but sore in more places...here is the work out if you want to try it...
One set:
100 juming jacks
100 jumps
Three sets:
15 push ups
45 seconds wall sit
20 chair lifts for the tricep
One set:
100 juming jacks
100 jumps
100 juming jacks
100 jumps
Three sets:
20 crunches
20 butterfly sit up left
20 butterfly sit up right
20 toe touch crunches
20 plank leg drops
One set:
100 juming jacks
100 jumps
100 juming jacks
100 jumps
if you do it let me know what you think...maybe i will take pics next time so you can see how we do it...that would be funny.
I am mostly recovered from jet lag but today for some reason i feel weary and nearly weepy...reading my emails today made me feel very loved and maybe reminded me of what i am missing just a little in choosing to come here.
Getting my heart cleaned up
“A man’s life does not consist of the abundance of his possessions.” Luke 12:15
“His word is in my heart like a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.” Jeremiah 20:9
It is always painful to confronted with our sin…I have been in Kolkata for only few days and I am overwhelmed with the darkness and poverty of my own heart as I begin to be confronted again with the physical and spiritual poverty around me.
I am in pain as I consider some of the selfishness with which I have lived in the last two years. The last two years have been amazing and healing in so many ways and yet I see how it is marred by allowing so many alternatives to being with Jesus to distract and sooth me. I have not forgotten Kolkata but I have forgotten how to live sacrificially and with daily encounters with suffering…this is lesson that I am sure I will have to learn over and over again my lifetime. I have had everything that I have wanted or needed in the last couple years and yet I lacked some thankfulness and humility in receiving what has been mine to steward. I think every time I come to Kolkata there is period of refinement and period of stripping away the superficial things that I can so easily cling to for protection, the false gods in my heart are being knocked down and my selfish and lying heart is exposed and I am thankful and deeply humbled. I do not think it strange that my time here is starting with a time of repentance because I know repentance will lead me to adoration and praise so that my heart will burn as Jeremiah’s and I will not be able to contain it.
I left the USA to be with the beloved women and children loaded with three heavy bags so that I can be comfortable. Comfortable and safe in my home…yet I now I am reminded again that all I need and have ever needed is Jesus. The abundance contained bags will not be my solace or protector only Jesus will satisfy. I am reading “The Heavenly Man” by Brother Yun and I am overwhelmed by the sacrifices of Chinese believers for the sake of the kingdom. Their obedience and sacrifice is a testimony for the entire world. I sit here now asking God what will my testimony for the kingdom be…will it be one of selfishness and lies or one of obedience and sacrifice.
I am hoping that it will be one of faithful obedience and sacrifice. These last two years have been preparation for these years ahead but I am not done, there is still so much I have to learn, so much to confess, so much to lay at the feet of the Master until I am fully His with boundaries or barriers. I have said over and over as I prepared to come to Kolkata that my desire was not to be needs driven but Jesus driven so my prayer is that I would allow Jesus to drive my steps and refine my heart daily for His glory. I pray that I can live a life of vulnerability and sacrifice so that these special women in Sonagacchi can know the amazing, redeeming love of Jesus.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Dead Cockroachs on the Stairs
So this morning when i went downstairs there was a dead cockroach on the stairs...pretty gross, just lying there. And it is funny because this morning was a little painful and some areas of brokeness were revealed and that painful refining process that happens in situations unfamiliar started taking place. it became a time of repentance...it was painful but good. but seeing that dead cockroach that no one cleaned up reminded me that is how i live i leave the dead cockroachs on the stairs instead of cleaning them up and leading a redeemed life. so i guess when i go home i will do the dirty work and throw that roach out on the street and remember that my owns sins once confessed can also be thrown out and left behind as i repent and walk the redeemed way. weird analogy but it makes sense to me right now.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
First Journal Entry 10/8/05
strange to be here again...sitting with Jesus on the verge of tears in calcutta. praying thankfulness for love...his love. wanting,hoping to see the word made flesh...wanting to proclaim the way of jesus as john the baptist. want to annouce in a loud voice satan you have no power here and the lord is here and his light will not be overcome by your darkness. promising myself hope with these words. hoping jesus will prepare a way in my heart as he prepares the way...the way in calcutta. i dragged myself in to this time this morning...afraid of what might be here or not be here...already on my first day fearing that Jesus might not be enough, he might not meet me, be with me, love and light me. but he is near, so near telling me of love and life... john 1...follow me he say...so here i am feeling his embrace, dark is light, depths are heights, far is near. he is near. simple beads lead me here to hear him...love him and be loved by him. i am a vessel...a empty chalice to be filled and poured out in the hands of my master. today his banner over me is love.
Top Ten from the first 24 hours
10. Always good to see fat indian men in unitards as the poster boys. for a circdusolie type event. Makes me want to go for sure.
9. Sudder street is not for sissy's.
8. Nothing beats indian hospitality...chai, chowmein, and some heavy lifting on my behalf by a 9 and 11 year old.
7.HOT! HOT! SWEAT! MORE SWEAT!
6. Thanks to the disorganization of Indian airlines...i did not have to pay another $144.00 for my extra bag. The bangkok people tried to make me pay but i did not have the cash so they said someone would meet me in Calcutta...no one met me...and i did not go looking. I guess there is a chance they could get me the next time i fly indian airlines.
5. My trip here was probably my worst travel experience ever...so either satan is trying to discourage me or jesus is trying to teach me patience and submission. probably a little of both.
4. Fast fans are a gift from God.
3. Kolkata air is enough to make you smoke or make you quit... just suck up the sweet calcutta air!
2. Kolkata'te onek beshi lok ache (calcutta has a lot of people)!!
1. Friends to Welcome you home! Super glad to be with Maya and the Tollygunge folks.
9. Sudder street is not for sissy's.
8. Nothing beats indian hospitality...chai, chowmein, and some heavy lifting on my behalf by a 9 and 11 year old.
7.HOT! HOT! SWEAT! MORE SWEAT!
6. Thanks to the disorganization of Indian airlines...i did not have to pay another $144.00 for my extra bag. The bangkok people tried to make me pay but i did not have the cash so they said someone would meet me in Calcutta...no one met me...and i did not go looking. I guess there is a chance they could get me the next time i fly indian airlines.
5. My trip here was probably my worst travel experience ever...so either satan is trying to discourage me or jesus is trying to teach me patience and submission. probably a little of both.
4. Fast fans are a gift from God.
3. Kolkata air is enough to make you smoke or make you quit... just suck up the sweet calcutta air!
2. Kolkata'te onek beshi lok ache (calcutta has a lot of people)!!
1. Friends to Welcome you home! Super glad to be with Maya and the Tollygunge folks.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Taipei Sky
Nice to wake up after a long night in the aiport to a little beauty and some free wireless. Check out the Taipei sky !! 
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