Ending of Jan 4th, 2012
Our bus becomes dead silent as we turn down some dark alleys. We come to a stop in front of a four story cement hotel surrounded by run down buildings. This is it. We all hesitantly unload looking around in shock. Two stray dogs trot up to check us out. An old man stands outside his "house" watching us file into the street. A student behind me whispers, "Well surely the inside looks better than the outside." All of us try to fake a smile. She is right though. The inside is modernly decorated and our rooms are clean. In the morning we will see India in the light. Nervously and anxiously we all go to sleep.
Jan 5th, 2012 at 9am
I am awakened by people in the hallway. I lay staring at the ceiling wondering what time it is. Slowly my eyes fall to the window. An excitement rises within me as I hear cars laying on their horns below. I dig around, find my camera, and slowly approach the window. Pulling the curtains aside I see two concrete buildings, similar to the one I am in. A pigeon flies in front of my face and lands two stories below me on a ledge with shoes, flower pots, and clothes hanging to dry.
Our bus becomes dead silent as we turn down some dark alleys. We come to a stop in front of a four story cement hotel surrounded by run down buildings. This is it. We all hesitantly unload looking around in shock. Two stray dogs trot up to check us out. An old man stands outside his "house" watching us file into the street. A student behind me whispers, "Well surely the inside looks better than the outside." All of us try to fake a smile. She is right though. The inside is modernly decorated and our rooms are clean. In the morning we will see India in the light. Nervously and anxiously we all go to sleep.
Jan 5th, 2012 at 9amI am awakened by people in the hallway. I lay staring at the ceiling wondering what time it is. Slowly my eyes fall to the window. An excitement rises within me as I hear cars laying on their horns below. I dig around, find my camera, and slowly approach the window. Pulling the curtains aside I see two concrete buildings, similar to the one I am in. A pigeon flies in front of my face and lands two stories below me on a ledge with shoes, flower pots, and clothes hanging to dry.
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