A young boy called Jarakeesh holds a Mickey Mouse teddy tightly to his chest, he stands outside his Hindu house, he looked nervous as four white people approach. His mum stood beside him and interpreted for us, his hand stretched forward un-concertainly to meet mine for a friendly handshake. Mickey Mouse couldn’t join in as his eyes were gone and his colour was very faded. As we wander further down the street we meet some children playing with Kites a family clearing the road, donkeys eating though piles of rubbish, little communities living under plastic sheeting working away and of course in the background is the call to prayer from the mosque and the music from the Hindu temple and the very musical sounds of the horn from every passing car, motorbike, tooktook and cow!
We went into a shopping mall, which was an expensive shop we were told, most of the clothes were designer clothes. One bargain was 7 shirts for £20!
At the moment we are just soaking up some of the Indian spice, trying some super hot food, followed by an ocean of water and potentially frequent visits to the little room with the loo!
