Author: purbeck67

  • Wanderings in Delhi.

    India Gate.  A memorial to those Indians who gave their lives in the first world war and other conflicts of that time. Standing in the heat and bustle of Delhi it is hard to comprehend that men volunteered from their cities, towns and villages and wanted to defend their ‘mother empire’.  Men signed up and…

  • Venturing out in Delhi…

    I was feeling better about life and we gathered all the students and we set off, we had a list of places to see. There were twelve students with Gilly and myself. Gilly led and I was happy to follow up and chat with the stragglers. Me being the ultimate straggler. We were approached by…

  • Understanding the incomprehensible…

    The morning – and a full day in Delhi to explore. This is one of the haziest days for exact detail (and I am not claiming that any of these memoirs are chronologically accurate).  I had a slightly more positive sense of mind, only slightly. I had not found my role within the group yet.…

  • First wanderings.

    We were led to a small café which Gilly knew was clean at the end of the road. It’s hard to focus when there is a giant white cow eating from a sack of rubbish outside the front door, but this was the new landscape.  More rules: no meat, no salad. A strict vegetarian diet…

  • Delhi… hell…

    Here I was in New Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport waiting in line to move through passport and visa control. So far, so good. It’s a modern airport and no better or worse than Heathrow or Doha, our starting point and connecting point.  A distinguished gentleman motioned for me to move forward. I tried to…

  • In the beginning…

    I was walking towards the staff room when Gilly approached me.  “Would you like to come on the India trip?” Just like that, as if it were just like an ordinary school trip to Chesil Beach to measure stones or some museum to study the Romans. The India trip is two years in the planning,…

  • Reluctant travels in India

    School on Monday morning. Rural West Dorset. To be in school at 8.30 in the morning meant it was early afternoon Indian time according to my body. That should not have been a problem, except for the fact we had been travelling for 48 hours if you count starting the journey at Shimla on the…

  • First.

    How does an English teacher, who has never ventured outside of ‘normal’ holiday destinations end up in India? And in charge of students who are more prepared for it than him? Below are my adventures in India as I lead a school trip to work with two charities and then some sight-seeing. But… a lot…

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