It's 12am and I'm pleased to announce it aint brisbane time, its Bangalore time. After what has been literally 24hrs getting from Brisbane to Bangalore we have made it. 8 hours flying to Singapore airport was such an ease having an abundance of entertainment available at the fingertips. It also helps not having anyone to sit next to you, thus, enabling one to stretch their legs and get some sweet sleep action happening. Talk about coincidence, I ran into a colleague on the plane who was from my bible college, and then happen to chat to his wife who is a social worker...crazy! Landing into a 32 degrees Singapore with 5 hours to kill was enjoyable, walking around the huge terminals and just observing the diversity of ethnicities and cultures who are all journeying somewhere in their lives. It was now night time and we boarded the plane for our last leg of the journey, Singapore to Bangalore (totally rhymes). Here was when the eye opening things would begin.
Flying out of Singapore and having a window sit was such a beauty and a privilege. As we ascended the waters lit up, looking like hundreds of lanterns floating on the ocean surface. But looking closer, they weren't lanterns, they were cargo ships departing their ports and wharf on their way to their destinations. The spectacle of knowing each one of those orange flickering lights was a huge cargo ship is just magnificent. Yet more eye opening things were still to come.
I sat next to 2 indian men on the plane ride, one who was late 30s and the other much much older. We struck up a conversation just introducing ourselves to one another and getting to know each other. We shared photos of our families and next minute we were sharing food. I gave him my snacks and he gave me his yoghurt haha. But we also shared our cultural similarities and differences as well. Marriages, divorces, family expectations, sports, nationalities were amongst some of the things we discussed. They both then helped me with my Kannada (a language spoken here), helping me find the word for 'peanuts' as well as other greetings and common phrases. I tried writing it down in my book to the point where i was going too slow so they took the pen off me and filled a good 3 pages full of phrases and directions to shopping malls and bowling alleys haha. Frustration kicked in here; not at him nor not at me. More of the situation. The situation that i wanted to talk to him more on a deeper level but language was being a barrier. But on the bright side, i believe they both felt empowered and valued; empowered that they were able to teach me and write down all these things that I'm sure they are proud of their culture, and valued in a sense that i was interested in all they had to say.
Bangalore reminds me of Thailand, horns are honking at every second, and cars don't stick to the lanes, they even drive in the middle of it. Our taxi driver was even driving one handed while speaking to someone over the phone while simultaneously honking his horns at motorbikes that were cutting us off. So many close calls in regards to car accidents would give an insurance firm a heart attack, but for some reason it just works. It's crazy here, but in a good way for me. For me in that i just need to go with the flow and leave it in His hands. Tomorrow we go exploring. Should be good fun!
If you want to receive a list of my prayer/praise requests, shoot me an email and i'll add you to my email list. thanks!
Flying out of Singapore and having a window sit was such a beauty and a privilege. As we ascended the waters lit up, looking like hundreds of lanterns floating on the ocean surface. But looking closer, they weren't lanterns, they were cargo ships departing their ports and wharf on their way to their destinations. The spectacle of knowing each one of those orange flickering lights was a huge cargo ship is just magnificent. Yet more eye opening things were still to come.
I sat next to 2 indian men on the plane ride, one who was late 30s and the other much much older. We struck up a conversation just introducing ourselves to one another and getting to know each other. We shared photos of our families and next minute we were sharing food. I gave him my snacks and he gave me his yoghurt haha. But we also shared our cultural similarities and differences as well. Marriages, divorces, family expectations, sports, nationalities were amongst some of the things we discussed. They both then helped me with my Kannada (a language spoken here), helping me find the word for 'peanuts' as well as other greetings and common phrases. I tried writing it down in my book to the point where i was going too slow so they took the pen off me and filled a good 3 pages full of phrases and directions to shopping malls and bowling alleys haha. Frustration kicked in here; not at him nor not at me. More of the situation. The situation that i wanted to talk to him more on a deeper level but language was being a barrier. But on the bright side, i believe they both felt empowered and valued; empowered that they were able to teach me and write down all these things that I'm sure they are proud of their culture, and valued in a sense that i was interested in all they had to say.
Bangalore reminds me of Thailand, horns are honking at every second, and cars don't stick to the lanes, they even drive in the middle of it. Our taxi driver was even driving one handed while speaking to someone over the phone while simultaneously honking his horns at motorbikes that were cutting us off. So many close calls in regards to car accidents would give an insurance firm a heart attack, but for some reason it just works. It's crazy here, but in a good way for me. For me in that i just need to go with the flow and leave it in His hands. Tomorrow we go exploring. Should be good fun!
If you want to receive a list of my prayer/praise requests, shoot me an email and i'll add you to my email list. thanks!
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