Welcome to my blog!

The purpose of this blog is to share with you my upcoming internship in Mumbai (Bombay), India and the journey in preparation for it. It has so far been an interesting experience and I have not even started my trip yet.

Why the name? I will be in Mumbai during June and July, the beginning of the Monsoon season. Learning to wade through flooded streets and work with this natural phenonema is to me very similar to the learning experience I have had so far and am sure to face in India. Most of India's water supply falls during the Monsoon season. It is kind of a feast or famine on water. I found this analegous to India itself, a nation of extremes and it will be my challenge to learn to work with and within it. From what I have understood of India, this amazing nation will both pull on me like the raging flood waters and at the same time fascinate me like the tranquility of a steady stream.

I have the priviledge to travel with another student who has now also become a friend. She is as talented as she is kind and fun. Together we will set out to work with an inspirational company that is dedicated to empower women in deplorable situations, often in the slums of Bombay, to better their lives. The company works with small textiles producers and our task is to develop a plan to standardize the production process so they can deliver a more uniform end result.

Before I continue with this blog I want to take a moment and thank my family, friends and college. They have been very instrumental in making this trip possible and encouraging me as I am learning to have the two most important things in this journey: patience and endurance.

I hope my blog will entice you to consider traveling to India and help you with your preparations.

Let's start swimming!!

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Saturday

This morning started out with a massive cockroach kill!! We found nearly 10 huge ones right next to the bed and after screaming loud enough so the entire 20 floor apartment building were hearing our war cries, we went on a hunt, a licensed-to-smack hunt. After all the smacking and crunching came the question: what to do with the carcasses? We were not about to put them in our little trash can so that our eyes had to see them every time we through something out. So, out the front door they went in the hopes the winds would carry them to cockroach heaven. When we checked a few hours later, our plan seemed to have worked, unless the caretaker decided it was just simply too gross.

Unfortunately, it left us with a horrific thought what might be under and behind our bed…….ugh.

We decided to scrub the apartment one more time and after several sweaty hours, we took our well deserved ½ minute shower, which hasn’t been there for several days by the way. I have had to resort to washing using a faucet about a foot about the ground in the bathrooms.

We spent the afternoon catching up on rest, emails, research, trying not to think about having to sleep in the potentially cockroach infested bed and reading the local newspaper. According to the newspaper, the monsoon is finally here and will work its way up over the next few days. The showers we have experienced are apparently just an appetizer. Next week will prove interesting. Hanna and I decided to get some monsoon shoes. Can’t wait to show you!

We popped down to our new found sanctuary (HyperCity) and found the most amazing bread and chocolate cake!! I know my stomach will make me pay for the extreme chance in diet but it was worth it!!

I also wanted to make some fried rice for supper, so I needed safe chicken and eggs. While shopping for eggs, we found out that eggs are not refrigerated. Can you imagine our reactions when we were pointed toward the eggs sitting out in a warm area? The frozen chicken was, like every other frozen item, only semi frozen. I knew Mumbai has a severe power problem and that became evident when waiting in line. Just like that the power went out (fortunately the cash registered somehow still worked) and it became unbearingly hot within minutes. Looking around, people seemed to be used to this so we rolled with the punches too.

Life is really different here.

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