A failed day of recording in the wilderness.
OK, so today I decided to go off on a solo adventure with a mind to capture some images and sounds that would be a proper document of a visit to India. My plan was to venture south-east from the hotel, and aim for some woodland that is visible form my hotel window.
Well things didn’t go according to plan as there seemed no easy way to get from the street to said woodland without climbing over so much trash, broken glass and more unspeakable things to get to the greenery.
So I walked, and I walked until eventually the outline of a mountain appeared on the horizon. “That’ll do” I said to myself, and continued walking away from the city to the craggy looking mount on the horizon.
After a few minutes wading through water bottles, vegetable peelings, plastic bags and assorted varieties of feces, I eventually came to a stunning area surrounded by the woodland I was originally heading for.
Even that didn’t bloody work as my Hindi was about as good as their English…. I gathered they were from Tughlagabad, and one of them went to school near Lodi gardens. I took their pictures, recorded their voices, took their mobile numbers so I could send the pictures, packed my crap up and walked back to the hotel before I attracted any more attention!