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Senses on Overdrive

The craziest most surreal experience I have had traveling is without a doubt when I visited India.

The smells, noises, tastes, and sights are all incredibly intense and overwhelming all at once. The only place that you aren’t on overdrive is in your hotel room.. and that can even be trying at times.

My mom and I visited India over Spring Break one year, and only planned the trip about 3 days before we were to leave. I like spontaneity.

We were going for 10 days and visiting about 5 different cities, so lots of driving and flying but there was never a dull moment. I won’t be writing about food this time, they had some amazing dishes ( I grew especially fond to paneer, a cheese found in this area) but after this trip I still have a hard time eating Indian.. we were both horribly sick for months after coming home.

Most of the photos I’m posting speak for themselves so enjoy, and if you ever get a chance to visit India you should but be ready.

Ever wonder where your garments you buy that are "PreWashed" are washed? Here it is.


This girl, who seemed to be about 3 years old was begging by herself on a pier.


Amazing architecture!

No need to go to a dentist office, teeth are pulled on the streets.

Now here is some graphic design!


This last photo needs a little explanation. As you may know, cows are seen as sacred in the Hindu religion. If you own a cow, it is customary each day to release your cow out onto the streets to roam around, and then everyone feeds the cows. This is not only in rural areas, driving around New Delhi is like playing dodge the cow.
Well I had some feed for the cows in a bag that I had hanging from my arm. I was near this cow (or bull?) and he must have smelt my food. He was impatient and decided to charge me and ram his horns into my bag of food. Of course he didn’t have good aim so his horns ended up puncturing my Canon Rebel that was wrapped around my neck (thankfully that was there or it would have been my lungs!) and then the strap wrapped around his horn.
So there I was camera strap around my neck and the hungry cows horns.
Where was my mom? Filming this. Of course she was yelling “Marina Run.” Silly mom.
I grabbed his horn, popped my camera off and stepped back quickly. I did go back for a picture, every good story needs a picture right?

The Cow that Attacked Me


Overall it was an amazing trip, and I’m finally feeling like I could go back again!

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