My voyage began on February 14, 2007. My mom and I spent Valentine's Day on a Lufthansa airplane. Even though we flew business class, the airline did not provide any chocolates or flowers - very disappointing =P!
We arrived in Hyderabad around midnight on February 16. The next day, after sleeping in and having masala dosas for breakfast (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dosa), my mom and I set out to run some errands. Due to the horrible driving conditions in India, I have a personal driver (Mubeen) to take me everywhere I go. In case you aren't familiar with traffic in India, check out this great video on YouTube: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fg9f93gpfbo (the last 30-45 seconds are the funniest).
Once I got used to the traffic situation, I was able to take my eyes off of the road and focus on my surroundings. I was both amazed at how modern the city looked and dismayed at the obvious signs of poverty all over. Many families live in hovels along the road. At every traffic light we stop at, beggars tap on our car windows to ask for money. It is very sad and disheartening to see so many people living such a life, especially as I am chauffeured around the city like royalty (well, I wouldn't go that far but you know what I mean!). Here are some pictures of the city and of the hovels I see every day when driving to/from work.
We arrived in Hyderabad around midnight on February 16. The next day, after sleeping in and having masala dosas for breakfast (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dosa), my mom and I set out to run some errands. Due to the horrible driving conditions in India, I have a personal driver (Mubeen) to take me everywhere I go. In case you aren't familiar with traffic in India, check out this great video on YouTube: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fg9f93gpfbo (the last 30-45 seconds are the funniest).
Once I got used to the traffic situation, I was able to take my eyes off of the road and focus on my surroundings. I was both amazed at how modern the city looked and dismayed at the obvious signs of poverty all over. Many families live in hovels along the road. At every traffic light we stop at, beggars tap on our car windows to ask for money. It is very sad and disheartening to see so many people living such a life, especially as I am chauffeured around the city like royalty (well, I wouldn't go that far but you know what I mean!). Here are some pictures of the city and of the hovels I see every day when driving to/from work.
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