The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

 

When the plane hit the tarmac in Delhi my whole body fell into relief and gratefulness. Even though I love the scenery above the clouds, flying is nothing I enjoy, it’s in fact something I rather not do. Despite the odds I do not feel safe in an airplane. However, it didn’t take long before I faced something that changed my mind – the Delhi traffic. Cars, people, animals, motorcycles and bikes everywhere. I started to miss the comfortable journey in the air.

It feels strange to be here, both good and bad. I can only agree with what I have heard about India. There are different smells everywhere you go, the ox and the shiny Mercedes has to share the road and there is people sleeping, walking, driving, selling, smiling and staring as far as you can see. It really is bittersweet in the sense that I am filled with excitement for everything that is new and different but at the same time I miss the familiar at home.

The humid heat and efforts not to get sick makes India very different from my other travels. I am right now in my hotel room trying to get some rest. So far we have seen a huge mosque, the sikh temple Bangla Sahib and the Jainbird temple. It sure is interesting to see these amazing buildings and the respect of the worshiping people.

Tomorrow we leave for Agra and the Taj Mahal.