We are nearing the end of our trip and I thought I was getting use to the traffic to some degree. At least my grip on the car door handle had relaxed a little bit. Well, then we had to drive back into Nagpur to catch a plane back to Goa. We had a lot of trouble with getting money when we were in this part of the country. We thought maybe our credit cards had been compromised. the ATM machines wouldn't give us any cash. To pay Shalik what we owed him we needed to go into the heart of Nagpur to a back to get our Canadian money changed. Apparently most ATM's in this area only carry a smaller amount of rupees and they run out quickly. We watched a guy walk out of a bank with a handful of cash to put into the bank machine. It was hilarious. There was one "security guard" who easily could have been over powered. The machine still didn't want to give us money. This is why we ended up at the bank. I never would have known it was a bank. Paul and Shalik went in the bank and I stayed in the car to capture some shots of Nagpur city living.
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City Life
I am not sure why these people were perched on this pile of rubble. It was the mid morning on a bright sunny day. It seemed quite sad.
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Dusty Roads
Many of the women wore scarves on their heads to keep the dust off, their hair neat and perhaps in replacement of helmets? No one wears helmets even though it is a law.
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You can't forget the cows
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Walking to school
Just like our kids, Indian children are weighted down by huge knapsacks.
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