My attempt to make mustard. Here they use mustard seed, mustard oil, mustard greens... but no mustard! Funny, but it's nearly the opposite for us in the US. |
One of the most rockin suits I may have seen, EVER |
To be fair, I had heels on |
My attempt to make mustard. Here they use mustard seed, mustard oil, mustard greens... but no mustard! Funny, but it's nearly the opposite for us in the US. |
One of the most rockin suits I may have seen, EVER |
To be fair, I had heels on |
A man and his child and the family's unfinished home, due to lack of money |
This is hysterical. Apparently this is a well that no longer works. The villagers tied a bunch of thorny branches to the top of the well because kids were throwing stones down it. |
The driver I hired to take me to the villages invited me to his home and fed me some tasty saag and mahki (corn) roti, a winter tradition in Punjab. |
The inside of a home |
Slightly better off slum than above pics |
At this agriculture research station, they're trying to get farmers to use greenhouses to grow flowers for export. |
My interpreter on the left and his cousin on the right. |
Interpreter's cousin invited me for dinner |
Rajasthani dinner. On the left are baati; essentially wheat flour, ghee and salt formed into a ball and then baked. It's wonderfully doughy on the inside. |
I bought some sweets at this sweet shop and soon had a huge crowd of employees surrounding me handing me samples |
One of the women we surveyed |
My second interpreter |
A rarity in India |
Hailing a bus because there is no real bus stand; you just have to know where to go to catch the bus. |
The man running the canteen brought me flowers for my birthday! |
Birthday cake |