There was much more to see in Delhi, but we could not tarry longer there. Soon we were on our bus and on the road driving through Rajasthan heading for its capital -- Jaipur, the Pink City.
Around the outskirts of Delhi we passed a number of modern buildings -- testimony to the emergence of a high-tech center, the "Millenium City".
And of course the old India had not disappeared. Everywhere we went we saw a lot of people living in abysmal poverty.
Casual laborers on the way to work.
Horse-drawn vehicles are still common.
New construction everywhere.
And a classic tie-up. Interestingly, smaller vehicles got off the main road and bypassed the jam by taking to unpaved service roads.
For those of us stuck in traffic there was plenty of opportunity to check out the passengers in other vehicles.
The innumerable trucks were extravagantly decorated by their owners, many of whom [we were told] essentially lived in their vehicles.
Eventually we had a rest stop. These little flowers were blooming right beside the entrance.
It was a pleasant place to take a break.
Then we were back on the road, being observed by the people we were observing.
Nearly every hill we passed was topped by a small shrine. The flags flying above them indicate what religion they represent.
A small roadside shrine and riders on the way to a wedding.
Around the outskirts of Delhi we passed a number of modern buildings -- testimony to the emergence of a high-tech center, the "Millenium City".
And of course the old India had not disappeared. Everywhere we went we saw a lot of people living in abysmal poverty.
Casual laborers on the way to work.
Horse-drawn vehicles are still common.
New construction everywhere.
And a classic tie-up. Interestingly, smaller vehicles got off the main road and bypassed the jam by taking to unpaved service roads.
For those of us stuck in traffic there was plenty of opportunity to check out the passengers in other vehicles.
The innumerable trucks were extravagantly decorated by their owners, many of whom [we were told] essentially lived in their vehicles.
Eventually we had a rest stop. These little flowers were blooming right beside the entrance.
It was a pleasant place to take a break.
Then we were back on the road, being observed by the people we were observing.
Nearly every hill we passed was topped by a small shrine. The flags flying above them indicate what religion they represent.
A small roadside shrine and riders on the way to a wedding.
No comments:
Post a Comment