Grand Mosque, Hyderabad
Old Nests
Nao inside the Great Gate, Hyderabad
Yutaka with his new 'friends', Hyderabad
Hop-on, Hop-off
This Internet cafe offers some unusual services
Groggy arrival on an overnight train from Hyderabad
Morning View
Beaten by the Champions.
The village 'Champion' Volley Ball team after kicking our asses
Collecting water
Most of our contruction work involved putting up these walls.
Single story, expected to last for 40 years.
Ain't nothign finer than a tuk-tuk to work in 45 degree heat
Only three? Weak.
Invited to hear Sunday service
The 10 widows we worked with most closely.
Snipers
Leaving the village
The drivers guide, his job to yell directions for those tight spots
Roadblock
Buffalo
Cooling off
Drying off
Mesmerised
Beaten
Our daily themed picture. This time, work. Breaking blocks, carrying blocks, and eating Naan bread?
Novomi's house, not a widow, but as a 20 year old Orphan with younger siblings to look after, she had very few prospects in her future. Her ever-present beaming smile sustained us in the heat. We collected enough for a small dowry amongst ourselves, and a local volunteer we worked with helped to find a suitable partner who would move in with her and her siblings rather than the usual opposite. He sent us her wedding photos just the other day.
Back to the bus, eventually.
Thumbs up Cola
Washing and bathing at sunset
Gary is the father of one of the Jets on the trip and a retired tetacher. He beleives that children should be thought to Gambling nad Poker at a young age. Or perhaps Go Fish.
Yutaka and I with our Vomsi, the 12 year old son of one of the local volunteers whop gave up his school holidays to come and translate for us.
Cricket is everywhere
My second run. First time I played Cricket and I scored 19 runs for 2 wickets (I think). Barely. My opponents were hobbist
Some odd Canadian ritual, she said.
Shock! Chikan Clothes! A Chikan is a Japanese person who feels up others on crowded trains.
Reservoir Priests
At the end of our last day, we got changed into local gear. On arrival, we were overcome by the recption, The road was crowded with the children we had been working with, all throwing flowers
Drums, drums in the deep
Tamborine man
Dancing in the streets
With flowers in her hair
Rabi Kumar, the founder of the NGO addressing the crowd. He is from the same area, Andrah Pradesh, and holds a Ph.D in Human Rights
Let there be pencils
Waiting
We were asked to dance. The only dance one everyone knew...
Saying goodbye
Chased by daemons
Pose
Last day at an 'illegal' 40 year old colony
Visiting the school, sponsored by Germany
Playing with the children
Fast buggers
He's behind you! Green Light
Red light!
Washing before giving out all the clothes that we had collected in Japan
Lunch
Yutaka serving lunch. Culturally, it was important for seemngly higher class people to serve them, considered untouchable, the lowest f the poor in India
Men in Skirts. Sorry... manly everyday wear
Boat to work
