Travels

My travels take me far and wide. Once I went to the far jungles of India.  Another of my travels took me to some of the highest points of the Andes.  On my travels through India I had an extraordinary time. I boated to China from Los Angeles.  The trip was long. The fishing rig was cramped, and the beds were just flat metal surfaces with a pillow projecting from the wall.  I was going to explore the jungle meeting the tribes of out-landers, but now I was stuck on this rig traveling through what seemed like an endless ocean.  We arrived in China a few days before we expected to.  This was an unusual experience.  The natives all looked at me with dirty glares. It was obvious that I was unwanted.  I could not communicate with the Chinese. I had planned to only be there a few hours, but we arrived early so the guides had not showed up yet.  I only know Indian and its dialects, so communication with the Chinese was difficult; like a very constant game of charades.  After 2 days of struggling my guides showed up and we headed for India on a train.  We arrived in Delhi. The city was a blur of lives.  Thousands of people in sight at any moment. This was not like the little villages I was expecting.  My guides led me across the city to a bus stop.  We took bus four and I was told we were going to the end of the line.  The bus took us to the edge of town where we had a car and driver waiting.  Upon seeing the car I could tell the terrain we would cross would be rough.  It was a jeep with quite large tires upon which the entire frame of the car was 2 feet above.  We spent the night at the edge of Delhi knowing that we would leave early the next day.  The city never slept.  There were noises all through the night. Sirens, people, cars, all of it.  We left early the next morning and traveled 6 hours across all sorts of land: flat farms, river valleys, hills and jungle.  We arrived at the small village of Ro'dai. The people were friendly and the elders were welcoming. It was very different here from China.