Friday, 21 February 2014
Monday, 10 February 2014
Weekend wonders
The weekend bike ride was a bit of an adventure. We ventured down unknown dirt tracks and pot hole roads which ended up in tiny villages scattered with a small numbers of houses and people. They were quite surprised to see these crazy westerners cycling through in the midday sun but were friendly and happy for me to take photos of them.
This man owned the small field of marigolds below.
Saturday, 1 February 2014
Biking in Bangalore
Occasionally my husband can persuade me to ride out on our mountain bikes into the countryside and today was one of them. You certainly have to have your wits about you to avoid motor bikes, cars, cows, pot holes and the barking dogs along the single unfinished tracks. But you do see a different side of Bangalore. Young children shout bye or hi as you ride through the run down villages or try to race you. The air feels cleaner and you are surrounded by greenery. You come back hot and covered in red dust but you do feel very lucky to be able to get on your bike and see the sites we do. I love this tree is next to a temple we ride to and have a short break. It's on a river banks and you can quite happily sit and watch the wildlife and the locals coming to the river to wash their cows.
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Washermans Village
A friend and I visited a dhobi ghat in Malleswaram, Bangalore. There are many of these manual laundry sites around Bangalore, generally washing the laundry of local hotels and businesses. They employ hundreds of local families offering multiply jobs like washing, rinsing, hanging the washing and then ironing. It's hard work and the exposure of harsh soap powder to their hands and feet over time result in a lot of skin problems. The local government have installed some automatic machines but the manual work provides many needed jobs.
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Monday, 10 June 2013
Sunday, 9 June 2013
The time has arrived
After months of saving I purchased my D4 today! I remember when I was a young girl spotting a Victorian dressed doll in my local toy shop. In order to have the doll my mother took me to the toy shop each week with my pocket money and they would enter the amount in my little orange payment book. It took me 12 weeks before the doll was finally mine and I could take her home. I remember it so clearly and it made that doll more precious to me. I still have the doll, she is immaculate and in her original clothes. Having to save up for something really does make it feel much more rewarding.
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