We were only away a week, but it is hard to get back into life. My first full day felt like culture shock all over again.
The day started out with me having chai, but something in the chai makes my throat close up and I gag and vomit.
The first thing the girls at the home said to me after "hello" was, "What is on your chin?" Well it was a pimple of course. And it seems that my sweet Indian friends love to point that out to me. Never have I had a pimple in India without it being pointed out. I had tried to cover it with make-up but apparently it was very obvious. In America we just ignore people's flaws.
Then I had to go out to go to Bible study (which I really enjoy). But there were no shared autos. So I waited and waited and waited and finally walked. The walk is about 15 minutes to get to the metro station and the whole time I am feeling like any minute I could get sideswiped by a car down the jam packed road.
And then I got all sweaty. It isn't hot out or anything. But I put on the wrong deoderant and it didn't do it's job. So I was frustrated. Although the sweat had nothing to do with India so that isn't part of culture shock.
The pollution is so bad right now that I think my glasses are dirty. It drives me crazy. And not only can't I see clearly but I imagine my lungs filling with the pollution and then I start to feel like I can't breath. Then I start hyperventalating and breath in more of the toxins, before I fall to the floor dead.
So the recap of my day is vomit, pimple, sweat, and toxins. Welcome back to Delhi!
The day started out with me having chai, but something in the chai makes my throat close up and I gag and vomit.
The first thing the girls at the home said to me after "hello" was, "What is on your chin?" Well it was a pimple of course. And it seems that my sweet Indian friends love to point that out to me. Never have I had a pimple in India without it being pointed out. I had tried to cover it with make-up but apparently it was very obvious. In America we just ignore people's flaws.
Then I had to go out to go to Bible study (which I really enjoy). But there were no shared autos. So I waited and waited and waited and finally walked. The walk is about 15 minutes to get to the metro station and the whole time I am feeling like any minute I could get sideswiped by a car down the jam packed road.
And then I got all sweaty. It isn't hot out or anything. But I put on the wrong deoderant and it didn't do it's job. So I was frustrated. Although the sweat had nothing to do with India so that isn't part of culture shock.
The pollution is so bad right now that I think my glasses are dirty. It drives me crazy. And not only can't I see clearly but I imagine my lungs filling with the pollution and then I start to feel like I can't breath. Then I start hyperventalating and breath in more of the toxins, before I fall to the floor dead.
So the recap of my day is vomit, pimple, sweat, and toxins. Welcome back to Delhi!
3 comments:
You should probably move to Neemrana.
That is a tough reentry indeed!
Ahahaha... I don't miss black snot!
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