I now have incontrovertible proof that I am either in India, or am very good at photoshopping. I would like to believe that I am in India.
Here is our hotel:
First stop today was a huge Baha'i temple. We all agreed that it was more glamorous than First Mennonite, but that we could probably kick their butts in a potluck.
We almost lost Thom to the Baha'is when he read their mission statement, but we shunned him till he came back. God loves a good shunning.
Here's a Moghul ruler tomb from many centuries ago:
The elusive Usha Zehr:
Some mafia dons:
Some adorable kids:
We went to the place were Gandhi was assasinated. These were all his possesssions when he died:
Here's Thom trying yet another religion. We are going to have to watch that guy.
More adorable kids:
A wee spot of traffic:
The Red Fort, where my camera died:
Not pictured is the rickshaw ride we took and the meal we are about to eat, or the sleep I am going to deeply enjoy.
4 comments:
Dan, you are not shown in any of these pictures. I remain unconvinced of your claims to be in India. You are hiding in your loft, aren't you? You know, Jill will probably find you.
dw
It turns out that I close my eyes during pictures and generally look just as dorky in India as anywhere else. Obviously, I have my work cut out for me.
So did Usha survive her meetings with the govt guys or is she in prison?
Government agents have not whisked her away yet, so we are grateful for that.
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