Out of My Comfort Zone…by Choice

Keoladeo Park
Keoladeo Park

December 15, 2013After the long drive from the Deli airport to Bharatpur, I dragged myself off to the World Heritage bird sanctuary; KeoladeoPark, along a hideously noisy road. In India, horn honking is considered the polite thing to do: there are a lot of polite drivers trying to avoid accidents.


 Along Keoladeo’s dirt paths wild peacocks lifted their cumbersome bodies into the lower branches of squat trees to avoid night, ground predators.  Hawks chased flocks of ducks from still waters.  Jackals barked evening calls.  And monkeys looked for trouble, as seems to be the case around the world.

rhesus monkey bharatpur

My biggest expenditure on my trip was tipping for service.  I generally will tip the going rate, but when a knowledgeable guide, like Harish Sharma, with three children at home charges only $1.50 per hour, I tipped 100%.  I didn’t care if someone said I over paid.


From Barataphur I visited Agra, home of the Taj Mahal and learned there are tours on nights with full moons but get your ticket a week in advance.  Otherwise, the mausoleum should be visited early in the morning; but not on Fridays when it’s closed, nor on Sunday, when Indian families make it their educational outing.


I visited it Sunday afternoon and could have sworn all of India was there.

Dorky photo with throngs of visitors at Taj
Dorky photo at Taj

Yet I admire the newly found middle class in India for offering their children a chance to compete with developed countries.

krishna vrindran
Krishna’s home: Vrindavan

While waiting for the train in Vrindavan, a homeless woman decided to push me out of my comfort zone.  I was the only white face on the platform and had a crowd of spectators staring at me.

1 train station vrindran

With the attention I was getting, she had no luck begging.  In anger she slapped my luggage.  Others tried to calm her down but I couldn’t help thinking I’d be angry too if I was her. It’s easy for me to step out of my comfort zone; I can always go home when the going gets tough.  I thought about the soldiers in my book and how they must have felt stepping off the train in India.  Unlike me, they were pushed out of their comfort zone without a choice.

Drying dung pies used by those unable to afford firewood
Drying dung pies used by those unable to afford firewood

One of my guides said, “India is not poor, it only has poor people.” These poor people can’t even afford firewood.  So with “cow dung patties” they make fires to cook on.
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