tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41190600856331233172024-03-06T06:14:54.813+05:30Paul AdamsonA few photos and stories from my travel experiences.Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-3627867036560163972014-01-07T17:47:00.001+05:302014-01-07T17:51:40.973+05:30Jacarandas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I left for a quick trip to the US in September, the trees were still bare, as they were barely coming out of their Winter slumber. When I returned 3 weeks later, the Jacarandas were littering the Pretoria landscape with these beautiful purple blossoms.<br />
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I was lucky enough to have one of these photos selected for the Travel Issue of the UCSF school newspaper!</div>
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Tshema, Dan, and I took a bike tour of Soweto, which was a great way to see the community. The tour guide was a young, charismatic man who provided a fascinating historical narrative.</div>
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Soweto, which is an abbreviation of <u>So</u>uth <u>We</u>stern <u>To</u>wnship, is a large township right outside Johannesburg. The township started as an informal settlement, as many Africans were recruited to work in the nearby gold mines. Following an outbreak of plague in the early 1900's, the British started moving black Africans out of Johannesburg to "evacuation camps" located in Soweto. The British calimed that the relocation was to "protect" these people, but when they were not allowed to move back into the city and were not given any municipal services, the real reason for the relocation became clear. Not sure if everyone has seen <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1136608/" target="_blank">District 9</a>, a great film by South African Director Neill Blomkamp, but the story of the Soweto relocation sounds very similar to the events that happen in that movie.</div>
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Nelson Mandela also lived in Soweto for several years before he spent time in prison. Desmond Tutu also lived in Soweto. In fact, Soweto claims to be the only place in the world where two Nobel Prize Winners started on the same street.</div>
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Soweto was also the site of massive protests in the late 1970s. The protests were in response to the government enforcing education in Afrikaans rather than English. Several thousand protesters marched to a main square in Soweto, where police opened fire into the crowd. A few hundred protesters died and many more were injured. One of the first to die was a young boy named Hector Pieterson, who is seen being carried in the graphic photo below. The intersection where these protests took place is now the site of a memorial and a museum.</div>
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On a lighter note, one of the other highlights of the bike tour was the chance to taste the local beer, which is brewed in Soweto. It's difficult to describe the taste, but it's slightly sweet, sour, and definitely fermented. It wasn't bad, but as you can see from the before/after pictures, it's not exactly good.</div>
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Another fun fact about Soweto, is that the famous song from the Lion King, "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_eYoGMCZqU" target="_blank">The Lion Sleeps Tonight</a>" was originally written and composed in Soweto in 1939! It was originally called "Mbube" which simply means "lion" in Zulu.</div>
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Soweto is also home to the largest soccer stadium in Africa. FNB stadium (usually called Soccer City) can seat 90,000+ fans and hosted the 2010 World Cup Finals (Netherlands vs. Spain). There were a bunch of Dutch tourists on our bike tour and the guide repeatedly, and shamelessly, brought up the fact that Soweto was the site where they lost the World Cup. We didn't actually get to see the stadium, but I'm hoping to see a soccer match there sometime in the future.</div>
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Jolene, one of my co-workers, invited our group to join her friends on their overnight backpacking trek to Magaliesburg. The mountains of Magaliesburg are located about 90km West of Pretoria. It was early in the morning on a gloomy, rainy Saturday when we left. Thankfully, by the time we arrived at the trailhead, the skies completely cleared up. After meeting the crew, we loaded our packs and headed out. </div>
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There were a few members of the group who are very familiar with this hike and were our unofficial guides the area. They informed us it would be about a 6km (~3.5mile) hike to our camping site. My first thought was that 3.5 miles could barely be considered a hike....</div>
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However, I quickly realized why they expected the hike to take us so long. It wasn't necessarily the distance, it was the terrain. We climbed down into a incredibly steep canyon, then hiked through rocky creekbeds, and then climbed (or crawled) back out of the canyon on the other side. It was definitely the most technical "hiking" I've done with a backpack. Made me regret bringing those 2 bottles of wine in my pack...<br />
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After making it out of the canyons, the trail flattened out and continued through some incredible rock formations.<br />
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Fortunately, it was a quick rain/wind storm that came after we set up camp. We barely got through one game of cards in the tents.<br />
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Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0Magaliesburg, South Africa-25.9833329 27.549999999999955-26.0404249 27.469318999999956 -25.9262409 27.630680999999953tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-57386908238346958442013-08-13T01:53:00.001+05:302013-08-13T03:54:47.699+05:30Pretoria Life: August<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will try to keep the blog updated with a few of my pictures and experiences while spending this year in Pretoria. This post is already a bit dated, but I'll try to keep up...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A fun little Saturday market that just so happens to be right in my neighborhood. The market is filled with food, coffee, and produce vendors, along with some arts and crafts vendors as well. Even though the people complain about it being cold, the weather was gorgeous, especially for being "winter."</span><br />
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Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-33337737460242662312010-08-21T04:58:00.006+05:302010-08-21T05:49:24.745+05:30PINCC TrainingPrevention Inernational: No Cervical Cancer is a US-based non-profit group whose focus is to improve cervical cancer screening and treatment in low-resource settings. They conduct trainings for healthcare providers on simple, effective, low-cost, and sustainable methods for screening and treatment.
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dr. <!--[if supportFields]><span style="'mso-element:field-begin'"></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>CONTACT _Con-3DABFCC9423 \c \s \l <span style="'mso-element:field-separator'"></span><![endif]-->Vijaya Srinivas<!--[if supportFields]><span style="'mso-element:field-end'"></span><![endif]-->, one of the physicians at PHRII, has been planning this training for many months. From developing the training manual, securing a clinical site, to recruiting physicians to be trained and patients to be seen, it has been a busy couple of months. All that planning paid off, as everything went without any problems!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 1 consisted of a presentation at PHRII by PINCC’s Dr. Rhoda. She presented a basic overview of the epidemiology of cervical cancer, as well as the screening and treatment methods being utilized during the training. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcuAG_p5_AKK8tGX5TFgc1lvFyx0p3bHFA6fy8ZsMC1kq4TAawTGpHnmM0PmVyODWj2IslWdtN9gp8fI9tWxuDXL09bBHnsAsJeQRnTOuwRZhprLTkAnHi1iKzUkkq3c5YcRqO62Y/s400/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507644148889766802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The presentation was open to the public and there were a few big names from Mysore in the audience, like the head of Mysore Medical College seen here.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie37UyKYbUVekURBMXGpo5DvTb7TemYm_Q_pPYUGnH6wvzxx5dTlgagTI4cj7D-Uo7_qLgPpw0x8-GEM71FBp1cy_hMpNvOGVllhPgiJHd2crMELOV7gT5M4GkT1awbPUd4QetsYHv/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507644156904107906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Dr. Anjali Arun also made an appearance.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8l8N-uNTwXMOymzuNz4gMhms7JO53zkgVdh7RNZqqQEApv53N66VClHeL79NV3RjQxGiwAgkytrfVv6zd_gmvWt5RNktIrlmCQnxSLJxNUi0a2AZL7f1TzcC-DmGXLhPHRZIQkiq/s400/IMG_1286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507644173414920610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p><p class="MsoNormal">After the presentation there was some good dialogue about the state of cervical cancer in clinics throughout Mysore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASrX40nSIsQLQKsmN-1dssq-wcaEWVe3Q3mo7WanByHNBvV0sTPtwhnw430luZuwcz-r3Q8GVUi7sUkBSJiw6iAFcHCkY5wAzYMtqXG0lOEK-cOKS2FkqUH9dNbOUKVrwAsjZ6GMt/s400/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507645459286987602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Day 2 was spent organizing the staff and setting up the clinic at St. Joseph’s Hospital, one of the newest hospitals in Mysore. Day 3, 4, and 5 were spent seeing patients and conducting the training. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The process was pretty complex. We had previously recruited patients from all over Mysore city, including Ekalavyanagar, the slum community we sponsored in 2008. We had to get all of these women to the clinic, so all three drivers were kept very busy shuttling patients to and from the clinic. Second, the patients had to be registered and then given a detailed explanation about the screening and examination procedures. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWi6ThyuLyxYpJO0p7owrREHStJaTiQtSzOTsrGVo-12F5Dm813vthQ-oXFLVbLPTEKQ2phyxHkl7xhm3BnDtu1buJwPggFpDbgURl1ooANYCwU3VJ5mgfi3JFuM60lp1bJmqTwrf/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507645472968631298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Next, the patients met with a counselor to fill out a basic clinical information sheet and to provide consent to participate in the program. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdfqLIOCBJXXLoEELwavBv2YxF7oHd8LEWLg-eDVu1BjV80VZqx5ljZ0wUWFBVZ2GfLHC3RSMk0__sGozxUy5tMRO0ARfaS95Y3K_SJdDktT4LhKGO5SRgk-x69LltwCOEwK8jNOJ/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507645493390932498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Finally, the patients were able to see the clinicians. Any women who did not meet the criteria to have the visual inspection done received a PAP, which was sent out to the pathology department at Vikram Hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Most women were found to have a healthy cervix. For the women with pre-cancerous lesions, the team was able to provide same-day treatment and obtain a biopsy for further testing. The team also identified other gynecological problems, including a few prolapsed uteruses.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Here's a pic of Dr. Vijaya and her new headlamp!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsPdzdVZI5nwmH6H702mUElWVO38YcvyEkFzK173cewpAAq3ZF-25LktRjeJDHD3-0RR_CYYb6i_Zi7GlNMRZSkSixp_Q9s00D75Qb-WoptEJMRWioq0hpXEVZQrxDEp9BjIYtlqr/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507650495067168610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Women were typically nervous in the beginning, as this was the first pelvic exam for most of them! However, when the patients came out of the exam room with smiles on their faces, all the other patients were able to relax. The women were also able to comfort each other in groups before and after seeing the clinicians. Here are some satisfied patients who have already seen the clinicians.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhcP6rglN8eVQ1j3Z_011SP-a-sariqT_gWUG8xGNV6niaW_adTjvb4-xJqGPvm72XGndOkFmgDgywJ-ReUcIQduWz6GmexRPuUy9FpMph6bTscv_rtafiPdkWqOVIT-TcMY_jI7P/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507645481757495650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">All in all, the program was a great success! In 2.5 clinic days, we screened 139 women. This included 43 PAP smears, 15 biopsies, and 2 LEEP procedures (same-day treatment for pre-cancerous lesions).</p><meta charset="utf-8"> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We have plans to do another PINCC training in early December. There was also interest in starting a community referral network for cervical cancer screening amongst clinics and physicians in Mysore. Exciting news!</p> <!--EndFragment--> Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-80418589296396972032010-08-21T04:17:00.009+05:302010-08-21T04:57:25.604+05:30HampiHampi is a famous historical site in Southern India. The site consists of ruins from Vijayanagara, the powerful Hindu Empire that ruled much of Southern India from the 13th – 16th centuries. Muslim armies fought and destroyed the Vijayanagara empire, along with many of its ancient temples. Most of the temples in Hampi have been restored to their original state.<br /><br />Everyone who has visited has said the same thing to me: The overnight bus ride really sucks, but it’s totally worth it.<div><br /><div>The main temple in Hampi is one of the larger ones at the site. It’s also the only active temple in town.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqTGXUS9qw73xznGWxAPxOgX5meTowctu8VK3jGZ2rZxK-prYP6SCt6_IwCOfjDYSntTjCwt4o6a32QiOHHA_8JtQam8iAAwFcKLn6ntPC9PwVKyDKNmw_UHU6vKqafO_4Lq8a9hi/s400/IMG_0888.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507628863471477778" /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF43nTPZG8C8u4Dr5DsZQMtWwT-hNiIGMyum3_l5VjrFwuc3MVw1RqP3BZeY5iq2oApncpev-3Z3YRzTUPxP-aZK-FSI79QbhAA3-2lTt_SC52g7n__KnpxjJiBZhvMCbak-_Pz7N-/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507631053006918322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><br /><br />While it may not be as old as some of the other temples, it does have a resident temple elephant!<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtp-fMFBB158Hy7HXKbfzy-UIOsijN62BUp-M6tk8jOM7ozldeDdhbXv5KaVxdD-LYZ1V44bh8mQf1DB6yVVwDf80Su2YuF3MOn3Cy81Ljdi5CqQ6LE7NpkXIqPsc8F_0wS5vxFU0M/s400/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507631027449649762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /><br />After dropping a Ruppee in her trunk, she hands it to her trainer, then blesses you on the head with her trunk. She’s very well-trained!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbLy9JEVWgxH-xfbxP2ncUAkt4pbcKG_cxLfjeIoJWyEI_6OQq0LDMO7y3G4dP2YDSHOtL3XeQXyEmUCdnpxU45KS_DAtvs-XHylpOBzGQ8UQI5pRLuTYT3skJbu29qkwCklF4BKO/s1600/IMG_0913.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbLy9JEVWgxH-xfbxP2ncUAkt4pbcKG_cxLfjeIoJWyEI_6OQq0LDMO7y3G4dP2YDSHOtL3XeQXyEmUCdnpxU45KS_DAtvs-XHylpOBzGQ8UQI5pRLuTYT3skJbu29qkwCklF4BKO/s400/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507631043653108226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><br />Walking about 10 minutes East of the city center,you come across a large Krishna temple and a 30-foot monolithic Ganesha, my favorite Hindu god.<br /><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6nwp5g8PDu1G-TN413m3Jh0_T0xPpllzVvS8UswzRBCqXY1Q0VdnPiLomHTQN0TR-6bi-fHkP-JL6A1ouJLV3irIbwNxFCewZXDu_9GsNQWvaCZJlGnd-JG3bx73pBo5FdPPkEGM/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507631067112190562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /><br />We spent one afternoon walking along the riverbank to one of the oldest temples in India, Virupaksha. There are many old ruins that are scattered among the massive boulders that define the hillsides here. Here’s a small temple structure with a long staircase.</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLZocCoyf-164F6e-5qTbcFdzXapLOvDvYIxyRb1T7TaLnvMpgi0lN_KWZS6h07txhoTefpViVHd0IUlLFPnbzFQHj4K4TPVCLj1h4u194IxDAc8IWODXW2lyz3N3oHIWQxEWB-vk/s400/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507631078598754834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><br /><br />One of the most famous structures in Hampi, the Stone Chariot, is located inside the walls of the Virupaksha temple (built in the 7th Century!)<br /><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPSufrLa4Bv7A6a41u5A91FrAC3yHjl-DFSX3-K-X5SIknfar-PpM8yonh-8qmbNhsuSby5yDm6bM03kohPBXyy-Z1-sYRIXbYoZoUq3DNqTtJmlZOO4G-1e-dVv7sROyfw8VyCOJ/s400/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507634383608027794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px; " /><br /><br />There is also a nice bath area just down the road.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsADPXIGQYCm7Xy5XNSd7EfhPyYkEGblmxSuY3Yp_VIhJ7PIiBwKX9NSq_1Tr_DziUIjCL8rNDy1UmWaAlGcuIM8G467EyEcgUt3lyCtsTZL0QqUQSbjjT00KVLtKEOq1jfVECpJ_t/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsADPXIGQYCm7Xy5XNSd7EfhPyYkEGblmxSuY3Yp_VIhJ7PIiBwKX9NSq_1Tr_DziUIjCL8rNDy1UmWaAlGcuIM8G467EyEcgUt3lyCtsTZL0QqUQSbjjT00KVLtKEOq1jfVECpJ_t/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507633297648743394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><br />The view from the top of Hemakuta Hill was amazing. Didn’t quite make it for sunrise like I had wanted, but it was probably for the better anyway, since the trail may have been a bit tricky to navigate in the dark, with sandals. The day view was still pretty good…..<br /><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FGhWZmS3JZ9ik_bLjb9khhNLxrj3SPKtHnCo7eDEU6_GxBGbCpCFi8Rbkky-Ts-7Q9BerpuHyvcND_BrA9YXeyPqStpsqY3uSCLus9lUdCSgIjacK4rChF3o2TJigqThHkpGH81m/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507633310997457650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><br /><br />An underground temple:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUNKUpNIewkHQEH8VaGBf-X8Jc6RfCK0o9Ks1pwbrTnemfaC4fG4d0UoztN2G20LR9jadliMuPupzgct7S1sj9LtXN-2rllXae2voc6QtzqJyNi3MgppiKKwQ3vLRH8_-ZRzx7D-s/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUNKUpNIewkHQEH8VaGBf-X8Jc6RfCK0o9Ks1pwbrTnemfaC4fG4d0UoztN2G20LR9jadliMuPupzgct7S1sj9LtXN-2rllXae2voc6QtzqJyNi3MgppiKKwQ3vLRH8_-ZRzx7D-s/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507633324052027410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br />A structure at the royal palace grounds called Lotus Mahal. Great architecture!<br /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARH16bj29zrbKq1bElgy8LE1EhoAzJF0mL-UJ7WgdowXdeBucVymVFPg4CsQny82GOnKa-ujnnzqco3wW20s9hPSnFOnijRXgm4WZ4StdzNRJ_frda-Nhohbr6Nyho266LwgNdSAX/s400/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507629719142012546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><br /><br />Twelve stables for the Queen’s royal elephants.<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRO0ydIzFovmFBGRBmRUS22GLLh2w3kRDIS_RsraFQgkE4JxY1XRcy9Dl-Pclt2hCrxRJitMQ_fqhcliemkXBQaLw0PwTKcdc8N6k_UasyUtYHN0tBXPptZGUDhCs4w4aLpW5US1cP/s400/IMG_1202.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507629218363707490" /><br /><br />We came across some guys who were carving various structures out of stone and selling them on the street. I don’t usually buy these things, as they seem too manufactured, but it was really fun watching the guys make the structures out of plain stone. After some haggling, I decided to buy a stone Ganesh. I was in a hurry to get some pictures of them, so I shoved the newspaper-wrapped Ganesh into my pocket and grabbed my camera. As I started to walk away, the Ganesh fell out of my pocket and onto the pavement. Whoooops. I opened it up and saw that the stone was pretty banged up on the part that hit the ground. Fortunately the guys were nice enough to smooth out all the chips and dents, but they didn’t think it was too funny. They wrapped it up in approximately 10 full newspapers and then handed it to Neesha to put into her purse. My bad, but at least I have a story….</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBNyu6Uim34oJI_0Y-TYGkbZYvgIN8EbNUyXvluI1xt1Bbu5rp7CMVOGFRN62SrnZg6Ig4Pw7lUIh4DW826zYYVCkZ-2HthRGJAeffa5iwJUvqyu3uhrrh39RkBWslfDwiwymqiU8M/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507629708599681042" /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-1391489446630559842010-07-29T17:34:00.008+05:302010-08-03T23:09:28.372+05:30Kerala<div>One of the highlights of a trip to Southern India is undoubtedly the backwaters of Kerala. Small canals and waterways are surrounded by dense, green vegetation and occasional rice paddies. The only way to experience these backwaters is aboardan old rice barge, or <i>kettu vallam. </i>Cruising along at a slow pace, with the soft humming of the diesel motor, provided us with an opportunity to enjoy the scenery and serenity of the backwaters.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>The houseboat came with a driver and a chef. The chef was AMAZING! We received three large, freshly prepared Keralan meals. Lunch- Fish Fry (which is something that Kerala is know for), vegetable curry, coconut chutney;</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZYdEbvTN0RbS-d4KrKOO0FjuBOR3ALD-wIkPsAGwM0P-X50gpKv3nx8jlg67xArmauEi1Z7Yb3Luz7HhzgrEvy5jfg-LiawbNl_DeEuDh-9S7aFxfI3soW1PD2-jHC0clC17plor/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501230785847683714" /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div>Dinner- Spicy Tiger Prawns, Chicken Curry, veggies and dal ; Breakfast - Omlettes, Idli, Sambar. This was some of the best food I've had in India!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Some scenery shots:</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JzhVvuFzATuN0tLc6oH7kIi9T_mJMCVbpv3MxChQ-m7EOLGZNcP7P3CtTREb5Y9QTkaQmRfw0pJb9wiiiBSNsA0wvUZZgkQ1KxalnAiAIOIizNPPPjViicAV2CCXkcGsM6ftPze9/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501230763625066690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OX2z6xunDF0k33VfsvzkTXhnPngOWQmbrhN0lYXc3DFt3wF-9tknymYOI2hVWD8Gw40rKIYUQ94HrITMNVx7CWa-qt_Vb3yBn7R5wHf5nSC6Dj7I6yuVBjkkpmBc2w4A39VPfRWN/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501230771861725586" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Kochi is a small town just North of backwaters. It's an old sea port, with lots of European and East Asian influences. Here's a picture of the huge Chinese fishing nets that are scattered about the coast, most are still in use today.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bGXjQ6MZN1PEb7E8p9zJ52vNhmi0CcXpkmS2fhTI_eP7j0WDL8a8dlcRDTN_Lvepm-8sITC3Shq-ybx8xdtwfGDaZnGZd7J7h3vnN5-_1WHzm5M96J90Rqgg-zoPkwnJFMSMNrHb/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501230788451832962" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Tpot- An awesome little cafe in Kochi. They have teapots from all over the world. Good black coffee is sometimes hard to get here and their's was amazing.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbhC2jFmFxaLsZeWcEwFiWuQ4TjWmWpB-B10c8TjZGUeLsXU3BqcvGj8UYZNatoBwUeemH-A1BvfF-2OBLakUK1R8SoyfAMhrC0fDBkrAJ9e0vR8vHhZJ5UxYs_cFXS0ByPhMY-K0/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233914469627842" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3xpnvnjyM9J5x1ibXL736c4z9y8HoCypze8iE5oSISSroPOhOSJwweRZtOpnTwR9oVNu2RvzI6X29xJpSu0uW2LxCe_yWmrYxqV9CF_TvM7wKkdYQ6Mhchkrez_b5mx7dTCW82U3/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233948162461490" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Kathakali- A Keralan dance that uses facial expressions and hand gestures/formations to convey Hindu stories and teachings. We got front-row seats to the show! We also happened to be the only people in the theater that night.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9yJdcHj3Z-kChjcqSB49v66UpkjDXFMrX9TVkFL5F2XsPg_A4-MoKU9vPN_PqjxfuT8Nwv5IWWyD4b8lSzpVJ1UZNPsZ7PRnGRf1rRm7WVVqRtqqVYaQJKowigLF5qJwMSNdXEOG/s400/IMG_0509.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233933314404370" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTdnM_V4byFfqw3pX3-f02hiZQZSukTFKAxVz3-A6basx7VKAxSfDsDXemHyL19CmYOUbS89OtgSq7AWQuzpbHi1cI5kQ0J3QhpmAPf5cMqNnfI18tZ77RvuWxr6QKdMBiFoJKRlF/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233922370029618" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>After our backwater trip, we spent some time at a beach on the Arabian Sea. The weather was gorgeous...</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhDbMSXgH5vtAUO48SNxJEpiloFUy0K80BT3ccuu_j1oWRR6vhwyY_NgWzMJ3c0KutQf4Qj5SMABHBXXZw0EquZiQyunElWI9X21WiuSv_l5W8ApJBVrMR2V52a1ROiL9Q4QmHjMW/s400/IMG_0704.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501237277160600546" /></div></div><div>...for a while. This was the last photo I snapped off before the monsoon rain sent me sprinting for cover.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7RMcYDgIF7gyevvsMGUXEnJx4vXI58VY6ldjKYL2Piybx_w0881dgaGrV9zv19YKTE8UI88ktUujcXJtAo5oFRzuEFhtDTcvk5iY7CmgFPrhqTJSJ8SR_1mqbOn8laTxDgc8ZsSE/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501237837587374322" /></div><div>
<br /></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-71120971161727766482010-07-21T23:08:00.006+05:302010-07-21T23:51:53.566+05:30Back in Mysore!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Wow. It feels great to be back in India! It was great to walk out of the Bangalore airport at 3 in the morning, after a 22+ hour trip, and be greeted by Kantharaj’s familiar face.</span>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We arrived in Mysore early that morning and I ha</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">d time to take in the neighborhood. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">So much has changed since I was last in Mysore, but some things have remained the same. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The old man up the street, “Namaste Guy”, greeted me with a very warm welcome. He’s adding a second floor to his house where his son</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">’s fami</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ly wi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ll stay. The family across the street from PHRII, Akash, Arun, Deepthi, and their m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">om, Divya were around that morning as well. Deepthi is stuyding engineering at a one of the best universities in the state, Arun is studying hard in college and working until 9pm every night, and Akash is dominating other 15-year-olds in shuttlecock (he won 2</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">nd</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> place at a regional tournament and took home a mone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">y prize!). The folks at Vikram Hospital canteen, where I ate 90% of my meals last trip, were surprised to see me back. One guy looked at me and said, “Two eggs and toast!”, which was my breakfast almost every morning (and in India, this is a very unusual breakfast). It felt great being back in the neighborhood.</span></p><meta charset="utf-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">PHRII blew me away, it’s grown so much! Two years ago, there were about 10 people, now there are close to 25 staff members, not including i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">terns! This is great to see; I’m happy that Purnima and Karl’s hard work is paying off</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. It was wonderful to see several old faces Satya, Poornima, Fazila, Rani, and Bhavana. Everyo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">ne</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">is doing great!</span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Since I didn’t get to travel that much during my last trip to India, I’m hoping to get some destinations checked off my last list ASAP. I also have a lot of work to do during this summer (my to-do list keeps getting longer), but I hope to s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">tr</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">ike a healthy balance between the two. I’ll try to do a post for every trip that I make and scatter some work-related posts in between.</span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">First, some pictures of Mysore.</span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Devaraja Market – the huge open-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">air market that takes up a large portion of the downtown real estate. It is such an exciting, vibrant, mesmerizing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">place to visit.</span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFduXMr8B6evXVGmzEcVeo-FsUK79h1c8-ZTX3bIagUWSdByg5Su9lPqzDJt50nbmCm1czIg9zdocrHz24pu0uJ3V-KPtTKq5sj5UrmNsJXOJWsNeYSqt0DnVuDFZe-0Lhyphenhyphenxn7oZT/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496417924089976434" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidix-f2IP9yiTDhGUdgyzrrBLImw8M9x4u0deedolcHPbPSLLXiPtgTqQ7ndkm4Z2ccp8B74fUAFolZAQT_hyphenhyphen1iq-h_zzJ7e2MYLDz1gX3APkmpG2R-GI6DJQSq20buybb301aLGdy/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496417935120609026" /></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Gokulum – My ‘hood and also the place where ALLLLL the yoga people are. People come from all over the world (literally) to do yoga he</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">re. It’s pretty neat, but it was so odd at first, seeing so many white people in India. I promised myself to try yoga again one of these days…..</span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbx87l5YChDCCUQWUxDBj5p1tp-BcvNaNi_3tFHFGsQ3DQ-8XkR9UnyOAdvBs0QJmy6XwS7rO-RwATEP8PnRV_RyDgeZEUxltc2FyaGTIWmuhLYeGOCuuwlTR_rqW883hgtQNkmqO/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419989790661762" /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">My house - Four rooms and two bathrooms all to myself. You know I'm not going to get any furniture either....</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruesZRsFhMjGSZHu2RRjZXMGG4jfgZc6_FXffhIoaZmQb903SRI6Rr3l7FZfyp2rpbYqtYmtT254kg0OUh7TVbI48k76NaAwsl6hLWEDfK2pe0QRE27lnht2s-hfN-DEjSFrt-YtI/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419982046640722" /></span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Puppy dog friend! – The neighborhood dog that I see almost every day. It breaks my heart that he’s so skinny. I’m hoping that I don’t find a vet, otherwise I may vaccinate him and bring him back to the States.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfYcKYz_QpN7KxT__PpQbKgMv0pLIUXZg-VMZFK1HSdptipITyv-7WYmgB8m3xeZqB_xJmzUy9dJG28RheCxTzHsZiosA2khqRcjRp_Mk5HZsCd6UPPTqqC6h8PRXhtPPCAEKLFcE/s400/100_4778.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496420008024267058" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG1VGMuzyUvEOIPIg6a1NEz4kCotg360EoYnnh65vYd4zwORYKIcGpCbU_ioyh7nv6pPgrQN39URAHriTFI38bMaIcTcsiQV_V4DizA-rmSBAZeCnRIdbfibpJdjQYYDHa_JNH_Vd/s400/100_4777.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496420023516323714" /></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"> <span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Stay tuned, Kerala pictures coming soon…...</span></span></span><!--EndFragment--> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></span></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-16447236290206333992008-12-20T03:39:00.001+05:302008-12-20T03:39:11.146+05:30Our Project on Global Giving!<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48443ed0ef450851/494c1b830825541b/48443ed076df39a3/31d1eede/widget.js"></script>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-73743325841587198552008-08-08T14:53:00.003+05:302008-08-08T15:33:42.476+05:30Ekalaavynagara Health Clinic #1<div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.co.in&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.co.in%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpaul.c.adamson%2Falbumid%2F5232073631829635969%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DQ_tFs4QF-F0" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"></embed></div><span style="float: left;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/paul.c.adamson/1stMedicalCampAugust3rd?authkey=Q_tFs4QF-F0" style="color: rgb(57, 100, 194);">View Album</a></span><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/getEmbed" style="color: rgb(57, 100, 194);">Get your own</a></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>The clinic was sponsored by Prerana and coordinated by local community leaders. They provided us with an enclosed space to do examinations, a bed, desk, and chairs. All these items came in handy throughout the 5-hour clinic. Praba and Selvi handled the intake, Rani assisted Purnima, while Jana and I owned the 'pharmacy'. Jana's Kannada is far superior to mine, so besides counting pills, I was only good for giving old women Tylenol and vitamins. I would say "One-do tablet belige. One-do tablet rahtree." (One tablet in the morning, one at night). The sentence was consistently followed by a smile and,unfortunately, a hand-scrunch to the face.<br /><br />Hundreds of people came to see our ONE doctor, and despite our best efforts to triage, there were some thrown elbows and arguments at the front of the line. Dr. Purnima was great, seeing about 80 patients, without a break. The sheer number of sick infants, children, and women demonstrate the needs of this community.<br /><br />We quickly realized that we were understaffed and inadequately supplied. Almost every child seen in the clinic had some sort of bacterial infection; from superficial skin infections to lower respiratory tract infections to enteric diseases, these children need antibiotics. For this clinic, all we could do was write them a prescription or refer them to the hospital. We also need to develop a way provide nutritional supplements to the children that are chronically malnourished, as it is hard to fight off infections with an 'undersupplied' immune system.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYm4nDPjrmvtM3cNJk1-zV8v4V88zKOF6sQlNfqmKV-Tcy1zvF4WGiuDrSb1mARLnd9p7IwIBu6C5Hj3RXK_rjjnb64d3ysaRLZEi5MM4Pv_eeLwb3HFBBDkt9gF-mS_9dU1K7Cyx/s1600-h/100_4396.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYm4nDPjrmvtM3cNJk1-zV8v4V88zKOF6sQlNfqmKV-Tcy1zvF4WGiuDrSb1mARLnd9p7IwIBu6C5Hj3RXK_rjjnb64d3ysaRLZEi5MM4Pv_eeLwb3HFBBDkt9gF-mS_9dU1K7Cyx/s400/100_4396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232085081224264450" border="0" /></a><br /><span>(A little girl, following her mother's lead, carryies some sticks for a fire)<br /><br />Overall, the health camp was a great start to a promising, long-lasting service to this community. We learned a lot, which we will carry through to our future clinics. We should improve with each and every clinic. <span></span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-78212708719200661242008-08-01T08:45:00.019+05:302008-08-10T09:03:59.236+05:30Ekalaavyanagara<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PVChTXmG1v9TYIj18MWUVA3gu0XlzhwYhHYc50XxDaiYOchyphenhyphendxVYb3pz9Tp2kSVaKysh73P_fc52pri2JKc7EsZo60eiLO6aSXGNbUGWmgQxERyOalpOcHwwdfubssaAvpxyf3QU/s1600-h/P7240128.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PVChTXmG1v9TYIj18MWUVA3gu0XlzhwYhHYc50XxDaiYOchyphenhyphendxVYb3pz9Tp2kSVaKysh73P_fc52pri2JKc7EsZo60eiLO6aSXGNbUGWmgQxERyOalpOcHwwdfubssaAvpxyf3QU/s400/P7240128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229384247507508322" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">A couple of weeks ago, while we were on outreach, we happened upon a squatter settlement just outside of the city. We decided to make an extra stop to see if there were any </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size:100%;">TBAs</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in the community. I stopped the van before we entered the village, so that we could get pictures from just outside the settlement.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDBTlYZUq22oPmsdteXlj_Ths0v1JVM1kVi3e1xvBaj8fPBFdhQD2l7EXgbEr1RvaHj-YPfsarcqAyeLjb27_ec8NdJjNAlZpcEdfyuDzlGJPQNqDrn0dgvUaY6kJyI5op35KkXWf/s1600-h/100_3807.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDBTlYZUq22oPmsdteXlj_Ths0v1JVM1kVi3e1xvBaj8fPBFdhQD2l7EXgbEr1RvaHj-YPfsarcqAyeLjb27_ec8NdJjNAlZpcEdfyuDzlGJPQNqDrn0dgvUaY6kJyI5op35KkXWf/s320/100_3807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229386510069804546" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRz4weXVgem9ynFFykNxJFFQB3Ep1nrnELZeKho_bCGyAN5t7IP9XsVxxpnPHETf7pq5bL2whbd4tDP5aSXC_HBs0Xgcl_kPsYAs1YfUVG4LrLDNk5LJY5VpfnXcJzpeqjeNqxN9y/s1600-h/100_4227.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRz4weXVgem9ynFFykNxJFFQB3Ep1nrnELZeKho_bCGyAN5t7IP9XsVxxpnPHETf7pq5bL2whbd4tDP5aSXC_HBs0Xgcl_kPsYAs1YfUVG4LrLDNk5LJY5VpfnXcJzpeqjeNqxN9y/s320/100_4227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229752884783426802" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">While taking these pictures, we were confronted by several village people, who did not approve of us taking pictures of them. We told them who we were and why we were there. They took us to their </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size:100%;">Anganwardi</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> center, which is a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size:100%;">pre</span><span style="font-size:100%;">-school facility during the day and a multi-purpose room in the evenings. There we met with the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:100%;">Anganwardi</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> teacher and several other older members of the community. These leaders informed us that many people have come to their community and taken pictures, while promising money and aid. However, they have not seen any benefit thus far, and organized themselves against the photographic exploitation by 'outsiders'.<br /><br />Guilty, was the first emotion I felt, because it seemed I had violated them in some way. However, it was very moving to see them come together as a community to take a stand against these violations. After the meeting, I vowed that I would not be one of those 'outsiders' who just came, took pictures, and left. There must be something that I could do to help this community.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSuvhWgr6lPJgbKkhgB__3DOpVSLSd2uDrU0Uz4aaUSo4RklOzJN-KDF0uFSOHlz-UlJdjBHd0d-zZvbxo1rC_QJofhDpP-ojhwpyCI-BaAqcp1Tbpo1n6VTO7FSK7nfi3Au-piMU/s1600-h/P7240135.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSuvhWgr6lPJgbKkhgB__3DOpVSLSd2uDrU0Uz4aaUSo4RklOzJN-KDF0uFSOHlz-UlJdjBHd0d-zZvbxo1rC_QJofhDpP-ojhwpyCI-BaAqcp1Tbpo1n6VTO7FSK7nfi3Au-piMU/s320/P7240135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229386506386305442" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirI1lCobMBOXQBQAU5n6LrkFznPBz-lMbpcvR8h-YDQhDEdcpA52_SP_sEu5AJObsEbWX8gZhUi00ZwODEQXc1iUFxGonbxRG5vA3Xbe_F3ZeaPQXS079QeIlu1hnKknOM3Y11YgYx/s1600-h/P7240146.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirI1lCobMBOXQBQAU5n6LrkFznPBz-lMbpcvR8h-YDQhDEdcpA52_SP_sEu5AJObsEbWX8gZhUi00ZwODEQXc1iUFxGonbxRG5vA3Xbe_F3ZeaPQXS079QeIlu1hnKknOM3Y11YgYx/s320/P7240146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229752903763509026" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">(pictured above: two of the huts with an average of 6 people living inside, the re-blanketed structure outside the right hut functions as the bathroom and is shared by more than one family)<br /><br />Jana, the team, and I have since been to the village several times. On Wednesday, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size:100%;">Purnima</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, Karl, Jana, and I had a very promising meeting with 4 of their community leaders. The community is made up of tribal people from all around the state, who came to Mysore with the hopes of landing a job in city. It is a quintessential slum community; they are located in a industrial area on the edge of the city, they lack access to sanitation and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size:100%;">healthcare</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, they are living in overcrowded huts made of clay, plastic, and palm fronds. Worm infections are rampant among the children, who also bear the tell-tale signs of vitamin deficiency. The complete lack of sanitation, and subsequent open-defecation are leading to other infections throughout the community.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXN7jjMxiC2QX-vIws90sRHYtQ8KJSsEoy7nRbIcOYjeI9pe5wzcK7pWpw7ZmJHLxueQ4Th-ZFAnK5QCOkcCLu8PVdEDD0NyY_ngUK-rmNpJ7CpOpV6iX9RGwGWSEdGl1Pq0T06As8/s1600-h/100_4235.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXN7jjMxiC2QX-vIws90sRHYtQ8KJSsEoy7nRbIcOYjeI9pe5wzcK7pWpw7ZmJHLxueQ4Th-ZFAnK5QCOkcCLu8PVdEDD0NyY_ngUK-rmNpJ7CpOpV6iX9RGwGWSEdGl1Pq0T06As8/s320/100_4235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229751632502686578" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The leaders are also trying to build an </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size:100%;">Anganwardi</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> building for their children, see pictures above. The current facility is completely dilapitated; a palm-frond roof characterized by gaping holes rendering the structure useless during monsoon season. They have organized the community and made this their priority. Plans are drawn up for a new Anganwardi center, and the foundation has been laid. Our goal is to raise enough funds to ensure that this project is completed and subsequently maintained by the community.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lXcLV-xel7ENeM9onX6vCsSz4ptGFk8kHfnuUI1EbXg_wusmds4uejBdkSn6JngJ0uauqWLjVz_W3T_r4_QivXHmpEqQgjZBq7811oKXWL51SotmenrqCfSQ1kKyPM8uNiKg9Dho/s1600-h/100_4241.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lXcLV-xel7ENeM9onX6vCsSz4ptGFk8kHfnuUI1EbXg_wusmds4uejBdkSn6JngJ0uauqWLjVz_W3T_r4_QivXHmpEqQgjZBq7811oKXWL51SotmenrqCfSQ1kKyPM8uNiKg9Dho/s320/100_4241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229750136077610306" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The health problems facing the children were paramount to this group of community leaders. These leaders are incredibly organized and devoted to their community, but with little resources they continue the struggle to provide a better life for the children. A compelling story to be sure. To help, we are going to raise money for monthly health camps, where the women and children will be given access to primary care. A massive de-worming project will begin in the community and this will bring better health to the children. Further down the line, we will work with the community to develop toilet blocks or household latrines. Sanitation is required to break the cycle of infection/re-infection among community members.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckiPjZ0XFLSm19ZFrEiztFILxTs_v5-zUbcqBSKnUdaFWBH-5GF1yMLrTcDXzdbtppsrR1ja2Z_C0RCJtTBU0YPrzUy570DdeWWpXALoMzmqggT5c02nwD56No-0XUGdMHSUdyLBD/s1600-h/100_4223.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckiPjZ0XFLSm19ZFrEiztFILxTs_v5-zUbcqBSKnUdaFWBH-5GF1yMLrTcDXzdbtppsrR1ja2Z_C0RCJtTBU0YPrzUy570DdeWWpXALoMzmqggT5c02nwD56No-0XUGdMHSUdyLBD/s320/100_4223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229752893181337106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">I will keep everyone posted on the status, but don't be surprised if I come to you to raise money. We have made a commitment to these people and it is important to me that I do everything in my power to follow through on this commitment. Our money can go such a long way in improving the lives of these people.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjuQIEvZLJF2pE6S9TgWTkuR6wJjrRjhDiuE0qANhAGhyphenhyphenvlCgd2DCRLpSuYb1t_8imgZZNZ3U8M8lkyTtXEk7eWQIhH5XD_hWnAO1kAyZ2IRh_pk6WKEewfPdWFK0Ph3QF6o2YQtO/s1600-h/100_4230.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjuQIEvZLJF2pE6S9TgWTkuR6wJjrRjhDiuE0qANhAGhyphenhyphenvlCgd2DCRLpSuYb1t_8imgZZNZ3U8M8lkyTtXEk7eWQIhH5XD_hWnAO1kAyZ2IRh_pk6WKEewfPdWFK0Ph3QF6o2YQtO/s320/100_4230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229750125115796946" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-29208615450878594732008-07-21T16:44:00.005+05:302008-07-21T17:27:31.013+05:30Mangy Street Dogs!<div style="text-align: center;">The much anticipated blog entry is here. Over the past couple of months, I have taken many pictures of dogs we have encountered on the streets, in the villages, and on the road. Most do not have commentary, some of them are cute(ish), but they are all feral dogs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Puppies</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">A crew from one of the villages. Sorry for all the limbs in the pictures.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKnbyxOqmVUjEovAutGTNu6J2GarxLBdKKLla8rS4QDpxMEzDaRUX5qrnB8Aiby5C_D48E9_baCxtyrwA-pbPgqV_r22ieWh0FnvTcHHL7NKGCUexA8ZsEz5wGBx-ZvHL29H0dbAZ/s1600-h/100_3842.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKnbyxOqmVUjEovAutGTNu6J2GarxLBdKKLla8rS4QDpxMEzDaRUX5qrnB8Aiby5C_D48E9_baCxtyrwA-pbPgqV_r22ieWh0FnvTcHHL7NKGCUexA8ZsEz5wGBx-ZvHL29H0dbAZ/s200/100_3842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225427370119255666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0TNj40SrNKYIPympYX8hOhD3FtMGsHoZhd33klLhD6VSz4DYoxcMqNDQ6DxW6Ev5Jd8Y9BMM5OqDNS25YAXpyI2fa-6rcZR1bD52-rrMDecBEgsjKhciX21ZRFQt6LmlIFIaPqplM/s1600-h/100_3740.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 183px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGSF3aUpOIF5heoOTguoieoEWaf2EgX_RPtyBE0n8lnGWXTkX1vej8sNFmJxofL0WjSvWMjCbndwLT9G8V0YIj_WP906O-KYl4IkauJoiylIU-qOhRfm6AMwgscWIoYK-A08az3R9/s200/100_3901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225431026234247042" border="0" /></a><br />Staying out of the heat. There were actually multiple dogs under this hut.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFt8ZTFcOkaegLv6onnA0_iJExRnnIWtuK4fhDbA1k5aeXnIoYBS5QU9fYc6KOD7941U1tmyvUjYrYghbRxg4t0cv6HSBQJfQt_IvbihD-f-4ezkMeOimsF3JSJMFZG3b0v9QBiTD/s1600-h/100_3925.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFt8ZTFcOkaegLv6onnA0_iJExRnnIWtuK4fhDbA1k5aeXnIoYBS5QU9fYc6KOD7941U1tmyvUjYrYghbRxg4t0cv6HSBQJfQt_IvbihD-f-4ezkMeOimsF3JSJMFZG3b0v9QBiTD/s200/100_3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225431839411032386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pumba?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">These dogs resemble my dog back home. She would be happy to know she's actually cleaner than another dog, a feat I thought to be impossible.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmLc6GghYUuNbgakuNcYRdNeopB8ZUsWD2JKPy_vqb7h3nUzmoIvli1uB8ebS8EyIac4mxu9O0rGniQtoLtr3hrYjXgoUM_M8AJ4-yalt2JXSBwJED_JBOg_MfjWNK1BF3VGk2k93/s1600-h/100_3863.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmLc6GghYUuNbgakuNcYRdNeopB8ZUsWD2JKPy_vqb7h3nUzmoIvli1uB8ebS8EyIac4mxu9O0rGniQtoLtr3hrYjXgoUM_M8AJ4-yalt2JXSBwJED_JBOg_MfjWNK1BF3VGk2k93/s200/100_3863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225427383828570370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7raWP6oqn0Bh3qnj7VamTNdu_uiOBeQnSek41IVdBmlZHpeCXmBoIHjvCFrraASquOKMspDzbNvE3iSiRPmKsqb9kZaoCi7bxUytyaoRT_6tBBLmpmS4WlGu4dBerY_r0MtFnuAZ/s1600-h/100_3864.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7raWP6oqn0Bh3qnj7VamTNdu_uiOBeQnSek41IVdBmlZHpeCXmBoIHjvCFrraASquOKMspDzbNvE3iSiRPmKsqb9kZaoCi7bxUytyaoRT_6tBBLmpmS4WlGu4dBerY_r0MtFnuAZ/s200/100_3864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225431011874212498" border="0" /></a><br />Another pumba-looking dog.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzv-eG8iR-y3PNBJUylct70C6v7wxToDqiUjCUrTkozR2EE5IA9mbpSVJ2D8C9FslfD2tvTXhXrMk8QJY8G-b2AtFDbWU_e9_z31975TEew3JZ4Oim-anl2GY_WvXh19tEFQz6hgA/s1600-h/100_3710.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzv-eG8iR-y3PNBJUylct70C6v7wxToDqiUjCUrTkozR2EE5IA9mbpSVJ2D8C9FslfD2tvTXhXrMk8QJY8G-b2AtFDbWU_e9_z31975TEew3JZ4Oim-anl2GY_WvXh19tEFQz6hgA/s200/100_3710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225429214565898146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-r4UTTR0N_W6jC0Ni-SOAOIY_HowzcmNlO3_n0VXd22sflznvJnfh3frAKsuMUmSKSd2Q80jMTkAT-NWBlWl5pslmnXL-ZN4Ut54Te9fdR7YTXqK8MDoGb1ENmiufRwBWJHn0qqdW/s1600-h/100_3711.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-r4UTTR0N_W6jC0Ni-SOAOIY_HowzcmNlO3_n0VXd22sflznvJnfh3frAKsuMUmSKSd2Q80jMTkAT-NWBlWl5pslmnXL-ZN4Ut54Te9fdR7YTXqK8MDoGb1ENmiufRwBWJHn0qqdW/s200/100_3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225429223215927970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Randoms</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This was the territory-marking dog. Picture taken before it peed on our van and I was the one who was yelled at (From a previous blog post).</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMb01hyObBHEMHwM8Zvib5VCr2gHx-wH7uHMGssynjjSCjb4qL55RDE2inE53To3nJbwTzkgaosoaUBeOY1lCxTmrDDTwGZRmJHKg10_EKhqvHAWm1y7eMkkb49lGpJibb2V3rnF8/s1600-h/100_3498.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMb01hyObBHEMHwM8Zvib5VCr2gHx-wH7uHMGssynjjSCjb4qL55RDE2inE53To3nJbwTzkgaosoaUBeOY1lCxTmrDDTwGZRmJHKg10_EKhqvHAWm1y7eMkkb49lGpJibb2V3rnF8/s200/100_3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225429202797320978" border="0" /></a><br />Eating some left-overs and patiently waiting for left-overs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghr9jXs5_VcGfEmZPMRh2I8QIefJEHmIgk8b0e1lLbGqT_o63HyqM-SwPz0-5vB-OxBcOA4tsathiWMMSgh94gSLwdaS843PDGito3YLcguhuVMuD9bK-L_7oxYgvSpuJGAHLzgtvu/s1600-h/100_3708.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghr9jXs5_VcGfEmZPMRh2I8QIefJEHmIgk8b0e1lLbGqT_o63HyqM-SwPz0-5vB-OxBcOA4tsathiWMMSgh94gSLwdaS843PDGito3YLcguhuVMuD9bK-L_7oxYgvSpuJGAHLzgtvu/s200/100_3708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225429211327574402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDp13kawcMGajCcqdqzsExMTSXvOj2UXNsKuFXBR9M8hMASchECHxCyzjjmDVKOEG1uC04NdVPwCNRH0gSHGqYFkQyXSPrV57yQTTQM6yNZpdqBKWJYklGOVPL_tOHMlu-j-V3_xu/s1600-h/100_3876.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDp13kawcMGajCcqdqzsExMTSXvOj2UXNsKuFXBR9M8hMASchECHxCyzjjmDVKOEG1uC04NdVPwCNRH0gSHGqYFkQyXSPrV57yQTTQM6yNZpdqBKWJYklGOVPL_tOHMlu-j-V3_xu/s200/100_3876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225431020772279794" border="0" /></a><br />The puppy was really cute, but I was a little too close. Mother = not happy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbWvwhl_IyXBz95r63M_mpXhsVZIVEg7fq8X3UYcIRyihR6m7V3cSxe3MuXr9rJaEqoqgAzVzUrDN0K_TsG3rY5kh3oVq6205NoNAGO5r2vChLpss11hCl9apUaBRrcounUN82KQ0/s1600-h/100_3924.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbWvwhl_IyXBz95r63M_mpXhsVZIVEg7fq8X3UYcIRyihR6m7V3cSxe3MuXr9rJaEqoqgAzVzUrDN0K_TsG3rY5kh3oVq6205NoNAGO5r2vChLpss11hCl9apUaBRrcounUN82KQ0/s200/100_3924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225431842867780290" border="0" /></a><br />Watchdog.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFa_b-YlJHR2fDBKEJHEuahmWEW6SSF7craA3NXgdi1jolUytQuLwqsXomXBT4EFyYRuSi82QP7E025Lvka5QJwWlJJGhyaEXI-wGCOxpxWUqC39oRo0lqkkZtU88isVPwpwU5Sh0/s1600-h/100_3737.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFa_b-YlJHR2fDBKEJHEuahmWEW6SSF7craA3NXgdi1jolUytQuLwqsXomXBT4EFyYRuSi82QP7E025Lvka5QJwWlJJGhyaEXI-wGCOxpxWUqC39oRo0lqkkZtU88isVPwpwU5Sh0/s320/100_3737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225432938136935074" border="0" /></a><br />Some mother dogs are obscenely full of milk.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvqkbTVACaJ7lzXh7wLh5Kjk1XcAcYsIW_dNzYk6n2-XCIrn8pN75xVaYauUDvPTqkfLcwLOyYM8Ab7KYPLPYMoy57mtiAPEmHNSnvNqXbFB4YxstcrFewfJe-E2z7BCsoWgNNJqY/s1600-h/100_3627.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvqkbTVACaJ7lzXh7wLh5Kjk1XcAcYsIW_dNzYk6n2-XCIrn8pN75xVaYauUDvPTqkfLcwLOyYM8Ab7KYPLPYMoy57mtiAPEmHNSnvNqXbFB4YxstcrFewfJe-E2z7BCsoWgNNJqY/s320/100_3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225432934971964642" border="0" /></a><br />Some rather rabid looking village dogs coming to check us out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpALX-mAmMaOwUBAHaijrtgZ3ZDriapsM40-BR1nWch8NgYDJ7dPkZvfrlfOIfjLaIx1P6MVvrsog01SnI4tnX25lf6FkdgtSX_x0otCexxzKygMbyfq_U8XxsAil6gX9PguMnH1O/s1600-h/June+18th+017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpALX-mAmMaOwUBAHaijrtgZ3ZDriapsM40-BR1nWch8NgYDJ7dPkZvfrlfOIfjLaIx1P6MVvrsog01SnI4tnX25lf6FkdgtSX_x0otCexxzKygMbyfq_U8XxsAil6gX9PguMnH1O/s320/June+18th+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225432941202845810" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-36559813803560667032008-07-11T21:48:00.001+05:302008-07-12T18:10:20.235+05:30Marase<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARASE- TBA PROJECT</span><br /></div><br /><img src="file:///Users/Paul/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Originals/2008/7.11.08/100_3651.JPG" alt="" />Marase is one of the villages on our Mysore taluk map and the experience in this village is worthy of a blog post. We arrived at the village, about 25 km outside Mysore City, and Praba met with some of her local contacts. The woman was so ecstatic to see us and informs us that there are three TBAs in the village, a gold mine for us! Praba and Sattya went to interview one woman, while Mercy and Fazila went to the another, and this left Rani and I to do the 3rd. One catch, they don't really know where she is, but they assure us we will find her in '2 minutes, no problem'. Rani, our village contact, and I head out to the fields to find this TBA.<br /><br />Rani thinks she sees her, and the local woman concurs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCuXU-1M-9Vro7j7hwczdqUFnphnva3MBzQQ6Gftlbq7Zc83EmumTshMWI3-413hV3nGwJj0Mr9vk22015fVheR_1hHGL0DWBGH0vijxQq688nC47YjBN94H3P3lgn6mHvTFucEG1/s1600-h/100_3651.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCuXU-1M-9Vro7j7hwczdqUFnphnva3MBzQQ6Gftlbq7Zc83EmumTshMWI3-413hV3nGwJj0Mr9vk22015fVheR_1hHGL0DWBGH0vijxQq688nC47YjBN94H3P3lgn6mHvTFucEG1/s320/100_3651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221794372351968466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Somewhere by that big plume of smoke, I think.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuLLby50V49_kvgXetcsGQIW8P9gDKRmHnMN3qvfIBifiZFeJpvqQwUZUhGLzTNWU555E8JQ1rgXgLucCnfnT_NL7QUWSbS9UwhVHAqak5g32KynRSASjPdua40XlAoYmZaslF87t/s1600-h/100_3653.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuLLby50V49_kvgXetcsGQIW8P9gDKRmHnMN3qvfIBifiZFeJpvqQwUZUhGLzTNWU555E8JQ1rgXgLucCnfnT_NL7QUWSbS9UwhVHAqak5g32KynRSASjPdua40XlAoYmZaslF87t/s320/100_3653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221794374380411570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The pictures do not quite grasp the wetness or the wildlife present in these fields. You guessed it, more snakes, my favorite. We finally reach the group of farmers, who are doing some 'slash and burn farming' and lighting fields of dry grass on fire.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5bNvS7NSXTU1jeEJji1Ame7D1s3nWqVAsJk_o04Y7_NUUSHwppAjF9VUgdQYg3J-4pn2yM_FLwcHndmRlOOyARjOYRG7AJTO5xD1z2GEKsl4UTi-0eDEj8z47trv41-pYrX-V0oF/s1600-h/100_3656.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5bNvS7NSXTU1jeEJji1Ame7D1s3nWqVAsJk_o04Y7_NUUSHwppAjF9VUgdQYg3J-4pn2yM_FLwcHndmRlOOyARjOYRG7AJTO5xD1z2GEKsl4UTi-0eDEj8z47trv41-pYrX-V0oF/s320/100_3656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221794388935645010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Turns out the woman is not here and these people have not seen her recently. So, we're off for some more walking through the farm fields. Right next to these fields were some coconut and palm tree orchards. Very nice, but really muddy. Rani was wearing her nice shoes and was not at all happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrH7rLnjVE4cHvnKKeLb4W4Ieowbbs3AmeAFWngkTMKhzLO0toPYjbj1C7tcu7-kUkWOGSNaXPwPT4ru4-r4e5F4msy3zxM1B5p1OK8rziavnqPjQyJNkqnHZGroFDtpObDPjTyc-/s1600-h/100_3660.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrH7rLnjVE4cHvnKKeLb4W4Ieowbbs3AmeAFWngkTMKhzLO0toPYjbj1C7tcu7-kUkWOGSNaXPwPT4ru4-r4e5F4msy3zxM1B5p1OK8rziavnqPjQyJNkqnHZGroFDtpObDPjTyc-/s320/100_3660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802449325021906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-r6e9NIbSzJgtkZs3M5rvz402guyMF4vECNOiWN1HJrhFnLsOpIkgDshM8oJZcB9KE5CrWs0CKbapo9U32tEwIKLLvVVru2XRpsPVvdoTro3_5AV3PZoieVHTtDbcYHEdslfI8t0y/s1600-h/100_3662.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-r6e9NIbSzJgtkZs3M5rvz402guyMF4vECNOiWN1HJrhFnLsOpIkgDshM8oJZcB9KE5CrWs0CKbapo9U32tEwIKLLvVVru2XRpsPVvdoTro3_5AV3PZoieVHTtDbcYHEdslfI8t0y/s320/100_3662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802457379005666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzb8KbhIhEmiy1NO2zJ8AK1hJQQNtPyFy0hXomkQ12hfDbF9tGUqmCsK3UAdFKyqVvTu3Knr4YCQMQ6jvrm6Zw-SqUKOE5Met-jztrB9UpGK-YedHrHUONAfQ342YA1HYsJAG0Pa8s/s1600-h/100_3665.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzb8KbhIhEmiy1NO2zJ8AK1hJQQNtPyFy0hXomkQ12hfDbF9tGUqmCsK3UAdFKyqVvTu3Knr4YCQMQ6jvrm6Zw-SqUKOE5Met-jztrB9UpGK-YedHrHUONAfQ342YA1HYsJAG0Pa8s/s320/100_3665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802468742750098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As we were walking, the woman asked me if I liked sheep. I responded "Yeah, of course I like sheep, especially the small ones. So cute." After these words were out of my mouth, she took off towards a flock of sheep, and snatched one up for us. I did not know this is what she had in mind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdOZVzSdKAqm-xYbwEzSGN-IEQDM-vPEY2DW6hHryXWiTN96fGX3OV8NqelOyf9h9ypH2Cqop-J33OFHbYD7u5Y_3l1TP3mTAFVrN90DTqZyyJ6i2EMW8Y0I4Z9Hixwc2_CcJoO0T/s1600-h/100_3668.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdOZVzSdKAqm-xYbwEzSGN-IEQDM-vPEY2DW6hHryXWiTN96fGX3OV8NqelOyf9h9ypH2Cqop-J33OFHbYD7u5Y_3l1TP3mTAFVrN90DTqZyyJ6i2EMW8Y0I4Z9Hixwc2_CcJoO0T/s320/100_3668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802476759091506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After some more walking, we finally reached the TBA. She was out tending to her flocks of sheep and goats, but she did not mind doing the interview out in the field.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm-6CdUylbbiXIe_7MefU5oVi6582Z8_Wa-eWjkRx_G6sp1sXE79023A4PfZiL9pXAmS0kovLpt-_oSsGi_WABtKdP-QwKzXvigv5bFIP1zwT-ZfpsjUdbuOzHeHEIu2lZDXewlGv/s1600-h/100_3677.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm-6CdUylbbiXIe_7MefU5oVi6582Z8_Wa-eWjkRx_G6sp1sXE79023A4PfZiL9pXAmS0kovLpt-_oSsGi_WABtKdP-QwKzXvigv5bFIP1zwT-ZfpsjUdbuOzHeHEIu2lZDXewlGv/s320/100_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802480996257378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The TBA was great, but has not done many deliveries recently. She was eager to answer our questions and gave some interesting responses. The data will be good, even though it may not be completely up-to-date.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JR-ruZgSok0ib8qBmsuAIlS425do1k39RAETHMstrqQoDllexjVvONxgEeVlPRPq3ccpMg1GVTdkG5QASarjk99TtbE4ba3aTk40uvPIwFL9EnHqjO6suY5wnt5vJx425rtFcKeT/s1600-h/100_3684.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JR-ruZgSok0ib8qBmsuAIlS425do1k39RAETHMstrqQoDllexjVvONxgEeVlPRPq3ccpMg1GVTdkG5QASarjk99TtbE4ba3aTk40uvPIwFL9EnHqjO6suY5wnt5vJx425rtFcKeT/s320/100_3684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221804486724931266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWNHKI4jZa1XJ5foxW0KcZZnw7lASSw89kibGtWTIgg9bb5eAoGB5der31hS_B41-dB2pFORrPBfKIa3s_fzewl9yHjwWmOb9seaXI2HqSJNghLYcOK4rmQ1otsGqg6DM3eZR6m2B/s1600-h/100_3690.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWNHKI4jZa1XJ5foxW0KcZZnw7lASSw89kibGtWTIgg9bb5eAoGB5der31hS_B41-dB2pFORrPBfKIa3s_fzewl9yHjwWmOb9seaXI2HqSJNghLYcOK4rmQ1otsGqg6DM3eZR6m2B/s320/100_3690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221804490028551010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dogs and chickens were hassling Praba while she was finishing her lunch. I decided to 'protect' her with my stick. Don't worry, I didn't actually hit anything, but there is some truth to the saying 'Speak softly and carry a big stick'.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ICe46dwanZJ_wHJqgeBQKh1GYhQL0YWq3bKEm4iq4XUmjKCDCpLBVhGDIAzLSSx-G5VPrgB_PKeADBoHjYYrrefj6xdRQWvxJvAuLduIBq3ovQHJgVPLuv4SArU5Xwyhlu9CpWiW/s1600-h/100_3704.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ICe46dwanZJ_wHJqgeBQKh1GYhQL0YWq3bKEm4iq4XUmjKCDCpLBVhGDIAzLSSx-G5VPrgB_PKeADBoHjYYrrefj6xdRQWvxJvAuLduIBq3ovQHJgVPLuv4SArU5Xwyhlu9CpWiW/s320/100_3704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221794362965656642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(This dog had a limp leg, so he was allowed to stick around. He would be embarrassed knowing there is a picture of him doing this on the internet.)</div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-77434668949215082372008-07-06T10:56:00.000+05:302008-07-06T13:58:06.941+05:30Lorry Drivers, RHD update, and TBA questionnaire<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lorry Drivers</span></span><br /><br />Monday was last day of HPV outreach. The PHRI crew was presenting to a father's group, mostly made up of lorry workers. From what I could tell, there was a leader of a local union that worked with Satthya to organize the group. Overall, there were about 60 men that attended the presentation.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KOU_sbn4CPAjub7_rsx8I9okUozLixtCspGxeNdU4R71Dj1vo3FzikNIXWBTuDNQEknRRKf6G3RHG6RnPj1tyN59n6drtnSLZYO8KtMB31s0lpAWMFWgXJq4skrcNDOEfnXn4d77/s1600-h/100_3587.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KOU_sbn4CPAjub7_rsx8I9okUozLixtCspGxeNdU4R71Dj1vo3FzikNIXWBTuDNQEknRRKf6G3RHG6RnPj1tyN59n6drtnSLZYO8KtMB31s0lpAWMFWgXJq4skrcNDOEfnXn4d77/s320/100_3587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219802387828223922" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />The leader wanted to show us around the area. We were located on a main road, but there was a whole new 'world' right behind the buildings that line the street. A world with huge trucks, enormous bags of produce, and scores of men jumping on and off the vehicles.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNCzk2kru3UKJ79DEnt9VJhDPCimrbpVVudSpz02cxrhDpDuNCnHYImp8mDtuwOl5xUBg9i-mzheuLCWf8HFbF7UUGwKoc_cUfvlWLUpCBc2iL06-Z0ZeWYBrOP2O8Ssf6mGLdV0N/s1600-h/100_3603.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNCzk2kru3UKJ79DEnt9VJhDPCimrbpVVudSpz02cxrhDpDuNCnHYImp8mDtuwOl5xUBg9i-mzheuLCWf8HFbF7UUGwKoc_cUfvlWLUpCBc2iL06-Z0ZeWYBrOP2O8Ssf6mGLdV0N/s320/100_3603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219800206931351698" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4nX3F3vHiDNGGEJZJyjT1avwKbDvApmGqg_-1zXqwDnfs9tXpTsgf2cYI-72c_icxLWIWIuf_Pjhr2vF0zxK-Ys-bvlIZcFcNrYZUVo2Mh8qRTRU4efidql_8I34vHDwQl-fq5hl/s1600-h/100_3607.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4nX3F3vHiDNGGEJZJyjT1avwKbDvApmGqg_-1zXqwDnfs9tXpTsgf2cYI-72c_icxLWIWIuf_Pjhr2vF0zxK-Ys-bvlIZcFcNrYZUVo2Mh8qRTRU4efidql_8I34vHDwQl-fq5hl/s320/100_3607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219800217579714690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Tomatoes, cucumbers, melons, and cauliflower are just some of the different produce they were shipping. It gave one a feeling of a 'farmer's market' back home, times 10 and I'm sure the prices are a bit more reasonable.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit13zkq7cZSwUOIVR8i92zMLV_m5NPmYpgA_-W60jGH3wjTTrrtk-ZMbbQsdBYcaetVmAl1arKDLWIzZeeXTPfItwCYaYZb0BU4tJaedYwl5Y7bSn0obMejokHqsNwEimra-FjoCxZ/s1600-h/100_3604.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit13zkq7cZSwUOIVR8i92zMLV_m5NPmYpgA_-W60jGH3wjTTrrtk-ZMbbQsdBYcaetVmAl1arKDLWIzZeeXTPfItwCYaYZb0BU4tJaedYwl5Y7bSn0obMejokHqsNwEimra-FjoCxZ/s320/100_3604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219800211094885778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOArH86u-pA_Mfxp0CAOaBsTE2Dyd9jQvD5rnmWfh7AldTZixQdJsIZJS7gq_TqbkcssT6MMdqRmhfu8Y_RRxQprMeUVaQi3wl7l7Sx6J5bD7p0vReLeAnFOoLr6y-xlUMfoQ8Za1A/s1600-h/100_3605.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOArH86u-pA_Mfxp0CAOaBsTE2Dyd9jQvD5rnmWfh7AldTZixQdJsIZJS7gq_TqbkcssT6MMdqRmhfu8Y_RRxQprMeUVaQi3wl7l7Sx6J5bD7p0vReLeAnFOoLr6y-xlUMfoQ8Za1A/s320/100_3605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219800212573464306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">To be expected, there was also a fair amount of raw vegetable wastage. Naturally, a small herd of cattle keeps the wastage in check.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Mc5SGoGzCfxoxUwJX3L_st12U0jHBUHb_ZkO8ifQ_vwccK-H2g2KoeVsIelkhvLm5-cMGMBy9H8LzeEdKYC6-fDbTcnYAJEcKceViKQb2R62V7JfVDMlYaOhFSQnL-404MKMy4GQ/s1600-h/100_3600.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Mc5SGoGzCfxoxUwJX3L_st12U0jHBUHb_ZkO8ifQ_vwccK-H2g2KoeVsIelkhvLm5-cMGMBy9H8LzeEdKYC6-fDbTcnYAJEcKceViKQb2R62V7JfVDMlYaOhFSQnL-404MKMy4GQ/s320/100_3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219800198676923634" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />The lorry drivers have been in the news recently. There was a nation-wide strike among these workers, as a protest to rising petrol prices. The strike was on Wednesday, and the city was eerily quiet. Naomi and I went down to the market, a place normally crowded with people, cars, and animals, but found the streets close to empty. It is remarkable that the city could almost come to a complete halt on such a short notice.<br /><br />You can read more here: <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/7486984.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/7486984.stm</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">RHD study update</span><br /></span><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The preliminary chart review at Vikram is done. The next step is to contact the patients by phone, in order to gather data about their living conditions. Since I do not speak Kannada, I will be relying on some staff help with the interviews. In the meantime, I am going to begin doing the same chart review at KR Hospital, the local government hospital. We are interested to see if some neighborhoods have a higher incidence of RHD and have been using Google Earth software. Here is a map of Mysore, which is overlayed onto the satellite image of Mysore provided by Google. Pretty cool. (not sure if you can see with this resolution, but the two yellow pins in the upper left side of the map are Vikram and PHRI)</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ3mKd0QU5QdwIhH1YSHUqjg5d1IfWlDXrmW0JwEFAgkk8d5KPt3odBI30p3g_e6bZ_NnSU7hSQ_p8Bqcb3JJZ2rCwV_ZMW_mKy_49OA_x_-E8ER5U3K4rJWr3LLJ_Yr5Z7hZflrd/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ3mKd0QU5QdwIhH1YSHUqjg5d1IfWlDXrmW0JwEFAgkk8d5KPt3odBI30p3g_e6bZ_NnSU7hSQ_p8Bqcb3JJZ2rCwV_ZMW_mKy_49OA_x_-E8ER5U3K4rJWr3LLJ_Yr5Z7hZflrd/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219769381438361074" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">TBA Questionnaire</span></span><br /><br />Over the past week or so, we have developed a beta version of the questionnaire that will be administered to Traditional Birth Attendants. The first day was a bit rough on everyone. We were editing the questionnaire right up until the time we left for the village. Since this was the first time the interviewers had seen the questionnaire, they needed to translate it into Kannada. Due to time constaints, we didn't finish this part. The interview took a little too long, and the TBA was a bit tired towards the end. Here is the TBA trying on a glove from the birthing kits we give each of them.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwyZ_adEDTlEtxnk_pjMluxHCVlT9bK8tDshd1eSTEwsakI7yGhORqVqgGR51D4qRo2dcdArNoYSaJ_Pve4EvF915Ollv-uKT3etahN-DU9x2cOm31FhlRBJ7LVpnmvtJNP-BYvn1/s1600-h/100_3622.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwyZ_adEDTlEtxnk_pjMluxHCVlT9bK8tDshd1eSTEwsakI7yGhORqVqgGR51D4qRo2dcdArNoYSaJ_Pve4EvF915Ollv-uKT3etahN-DU9x2cOm31FhlRBJ7LVpnmvtJNP-BYvn1/s320/100_3622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808955575166322" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0pKqNfavm77BhT37Pr91JwoQIQhyUtuWaRo8-0DQTjqNowwrfs3hiimLBCtkUC_rcP79HuCR2Rb5mZOBNqROaUq62kxwFl5mw4Z7eoyUAzFyTCuOZN6lDh2MVl8YG91JNomQ9o7w/s1600-h/100_3623.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0pKqNfavm77BhT37Pr91JwoQIQhyUtuWaRo8-0DQTjqNowwrfs3hiimLBCtkUC_rcP79HuCR2Rb5mZOBNqROaUq62kxwFl5mw4Z7eoyUAzFyTCuOZN6lDh2MVl8YG91JNomQ9o7w/s320/100_3623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808961311179810" border="0" /></a><br /></div>However, we were able to get some good information. Things could have gone better, but I will chalk it up to being the first time using a new questionnaire. Once the interviewers get accustomed to the questions, things will run a bit smoother. Here's the team!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFzqXS9ki7Zs6M0xvJIpKCjy0OpyEWha17MN9D_ReZBKC-TvmLSnEpMvg4j6V9AB17mepdC-NUWYq6_e2vzU80iyGhNHxpHB19U15ixmwNXFq9Fk9Xb3rAoodV_EyxPTJv1chOafm/s1600-h/100_3626.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFzqXS9ki7Zs6M0xvJIpKCjy0OpyEWha17MN9D_ReZBKC-TvmLSnEpMvg4j6V9AB17mepdC-NUWYq6_e2vzU80iyGhNHxpHB19U15ixmwNXFq9Fk9Xb3rAoodV_EyxPTJv1chOafm/s320/100_3626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808963796016946" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Some cute kids from the village.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTfq2_hGn8U9TrUJTdt1yOKWWJg_6XmxqOpya8n5hz2_1PBq_GT0eRbqw3oWoXntVN699obFDpWEE2KqYDZEOkb4BhOIjNHJIkRBZjUl1Id7pCZjUqLAnFvRFVwYjqJuScOCWGjUT/s1600-h/100_3621.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTfq2_hGn8U9TrUJTdt1yOKWWJg_6XmxqOpya8n5hz2_1PBq_GT0eRbqw3oWoXntVN699obFDpWEE2KqYDZEOkb4BhOIjNHJIkRBZjUl1Id7pCZjUqLAnFvRFVwYjqJuScOCWGjUT/s320/100_3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808951360300114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Karl took PHRI out to lunch the other day. It was nice to visit with everyone, and I think it was a lot of fun for everyone else. We'll have to get one more picture with Purnima, the director, once she comes on the 17th.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi99jbtYOhAI9qLKryMGn5ZDM11pTMH-BHhkXocP3-x7B8QBcRbnqDaPLB3CcwLZ1O7ygRsD-f3aO5wPgxnBubKBHF1xfrH1agdPtphxWAopRyalXFnZWelYwr5Q07nDuuQGPvGn0c-/s1600-h/100_3614.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi99jbtYOhAI9qLKryMGn5ZDM11pTMH-BHhkXocP3-x7B8QBcRbnqDaPLB3CcwLZ1O7ygRsD-f3aO5wPgxnBubKBHF1xfrH1agdPtphxWAopRyalXFnZWelYwr5Q07nDuuQGPvGn0c-/s320/100_3614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219802396589283458" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /></div></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-81462982333646441462008-06-28T18:56:00.001+05:302008-06-30T17:58:56.257+05:30My Big, Fat Indian Wedding and Mysore Palace<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Praba's Sister's Wedding</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Praba, who works with me at PHRI, invited everyone to her sister's wedding. Ironically enough, this is the first wedding that I have been old enough to remember! To sum it up would be to say it was fun, crowded, and had great food.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWsMbUW6UfIcHv-GOJOh61ViyfK6gk31ZcNJzQNjxvw5ex71mEUDtQedjYOP7JdpM_BA2_1FR1Sebhq7U4NGkfQl_XK7EJCxCa9KoRpmCiRUhM5IWs0EAg80IOlYs4eokyhjVfTVz/s1600-h/June+17th+055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWsMbUW6UfIcHv-GOJOh61ViyfK6gk31ZcNJzQNjxvw5ex71mEUDtQedjYOP7JdpM_BA2_1FR1Sebhq7U4NGkfQl_XK7EJCxCa9KoRpmCiRUhM5IWs0EAg80IOlYs4eokyhjVfTVz/s320/June+17th+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216927428107350626" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_KDSDa1j-ivDLjzz3Mlq1t2M-QrKwqURmM7flB3BXnMt_KnC7cc1eSjhlgomBXcTUge9g7Pu18ZSpnIorkjKSdn2yYo3tNq6yjTaHgBa9GRGqXAh_UxhWQ8rgYRSC83RvaBNrY_0/s1600-h/June+17th+057.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_KDSDa1j-ivDLjzz3Mlq1t2M-QrKwqURmM7flB3BXnMt_KnC7cc1eSjhlgomBXcTUge9g7Pu18ZSpnIorkjKSdn2yYo3tNq6yjTaHgBa9GRGqXAh_UxhWQ8rgYRSC83RvaBNrY_0/s320/June+17th+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216927431057705410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a shot of the crew at PHRI. Can you pick out Naomi?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2vPNjfbQ7J7Vhcc0VivnFgXmn-IGxe3EJ9ITb6C9T9xFmcauARBBm2AjnBa6h8Jxgy65iS7pHP5XUhIB6atQ81XzlztCceiST4Bi6k2yiZH7-B7lkw4dyNR7HMekL1un52HSokbV/s1600-h/June+17th+049.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2vPNjfbQ7J7Vhcc0VivnFgXmn-IGxe3EJ9ITb6C9T9xFmcauARBBm2AjnBa6h8Jxgy65iS7pHP5XUhIB6atQ81XzlztCceiST4Bi6k2yiZH7-B7lkw4dyNR7HMekL1un52HSokbV/s320/June+17th+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216926032234110770" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycK4JYUzs-hEuFRM33NiH4MrxFKVEoWdObv5TO5_l1BDZeP6IhKYAG3mzn-Ud8jBzW3zkHLCmQzgrAx7_KyfEXRWXwxZ2CV4jG-HW1aW2UC8lyRkevBxqV_9gYcWlgPqw7tgLMMeo/s1600-h/June+17th+052.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycK4JYUzs-hEuFRM33NiH4MrxFKVEoWdObv5TO5_l1BDZeP6IhKYAG3mzn-Ud8jBzW3zkHLCmQzgrAx7_KyfEXRWXwxZ2CV4jG-HW1aW2UC8lyRkevBxqV_9gYcWlgPqw7tgLMMeo/s320/June+17th+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216927420005128098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mysore Palace</span><br /></span><br />Every Sunday evening, the Mysore Palace is illuminated with 'no less than 1000 bulbs'. This palace was built by the Wodeyars, and one of them still lives here!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9S_6unXWzAes3W45CwrJFJqv_lNtepHsdSKxefwtROZl1UqYzdhvgwFs_1N0J_C0bBsmK2wvH5YAO7FFo-tz4YtkvMiH8_TZKqxMZ0q805VHnM7YYL9dEqJ9bXIG0kY_rkAw3tXX/s1600-h/June+17th+036.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9S_6unXWzAes3W45CwrJFJqv_lNtepHsdSKxefwtROZl1UqYzdhvgwFs_1N0J_C0bBsmK2wvH5YAO7FFo-tz4YtkvMiH8_TZKqxMZ0q805VHnM7YYL9dEqJ9bXIG0kY_rkAw3tXX/s400/June+17th+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216924253905702946" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Interesting to note that the rest of the city has rather unreliable electricity, but this event happens like clockwork.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlY-s4CPLNv_X01tSLrqN90oFteGJnHAmMXY4uHzUV9iog24bQ7rFe_nSMgFyyIa3dVYupWtwaTpWjo3ts3VFHSI4aDHR2TBw0WwNaNhTBQvB9ymvjC2E4Sdz7glOA_9fwI-kWOIv/s1600-h/June+17th+020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlY-s4CPLNv_X01tSLrqN90oFteGJnHAmMXY4uHzUV9iog24bQ7rFe_nSMgFyyIa3dVYupWtwaTpWjo3ts3VFHSI4aDHR2TBw0WwNaNhTBQvB9ymvjC2E4Sdz7glOA_9fwI-kWOIv/s400/June+17th+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216924259890209538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here is a light and dark picture from one of the corners.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJvCZD1iFPLZRCZNSSgX7NeZpHk2-OMJ71DqFfpLdTnSg7Ad8VZEqUGx3rIYQ4NRqmwdGU2r8iU925q0sujtvJPURTzdVgIh3YAzNB1-MqNrKohHMl1W9wn7E7ubhZDHHy9JVx5rg/s1600-h/June+17th+006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJvCZD1iFPLZRCZNSSgX7NeZpHk2-OMJ71DqFfpLdTnSg7Ad8VZEqUGx3rIYQ4NRqmwdGU2r8iU925q0sujtvJPURTzdVgIh3YAzNB1-MqNrKohHMl1W9wn7E7ubhZDHHy9JVx5rg/s320/June+17th+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216925991542206914" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeSABikiMvaaNxgQVPd_6jzaLTTsqfj5VAAJCaZ_BNGZ7VO2q9F-BqXo7K-121l3TEkS43UohHb_5d5nzDDEIkhaYpOBy8snnCCoR_MJ2LJ-8W3Eu7xGIQvufS33kOHkVpp4M1yTs/s1600-h/June+17th+007_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeSABikiMvaaNxgQVPd_6jzaLTTsqfj5VAAJCaZ_BNGZ7VO2q9F-BqXo7K-121l3TEkS43UohHb_5d5nzDDEIkhaYpOBy8snnCCoR_MJ2LJ-8W3Eu7xGIQvufS33kOHkVpp4M1yTs/s320/June+17th+007_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216925997879017762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">I think this is the spot to be on a Sunday evening. Families and couples came in numbers, and even brought dinner to eat while sitting on the lawn. Gave off a feeling of a 'county fair'.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-020xxUX6rFmOXrsAudR3BVzInOB6W9nDau0g5-Kg4Exv9bsB3eTqdtiJS66qrwA3yc4vXDgl-23EnZOKwh6xIv_Iud26kiNMJsd1qb4I2sYQvWtjPuGEEjfizFPfDjsZgAbdKszy/s1600-h/June+17th+015_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-020xxUX6rFmOXrsAudR3BVzInOB6W9nDau0g5-Kg4Exv9bsB3eTqdtiJS66qrwA3yc4vXDgl-23EnZOKwh6xIv_Iud26kiNMJsd1qb4I2sYQvWtjPuGEEjfizFPfDjsZgAbdKszy/s320/June+17th+015_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216926011415880978" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Palace is made through a mixture of Hindu and Muslim architectures. The temple was not very big, but impressive when lit up.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokGlY0a2UdjkhtfWzwZkC2Whw9ooiSG239bxyyomLO0xJgk-BTvpkj4MkNR-1zrnBtqp0tW2snVjFja40zbE3JXdR-fmcXWpY0mgqRTr_6dlpBy_cNew8x-k4_g6iA-XjAVQ_Fx_9/s1600-h/June+17th+009_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokGlY0a2UdjkhtfWzwZkC2Whw9ooiSG239bxyyomLO0xJgk-BTvpkj4MkNR-1zrnBtqp0tW2snVjFja40zbE3JXdR-fmcXWpY0mgqRTr_6dlpBy_cNew8x-k4_g6iA-XjAVQ_Fx_9/s320/June+17th+009_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216926005497422050" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-91512390894183332452008-06-25T22:15:00.000+05:302008-06-25T23:34:59.102+05:30More outreach and a lot of picturesI realize that I have been a little slow on the blog updates, so I will attempt to give a quick picture overview of my last week or so.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">More HPV outreach<br /><br /></span>Most of the outreach groups are aimed at women, but lately I have been going to some outreach programs catered for fathers. The fathers group presentations are always given by Satthya, otherwise known as 'The Man'. He is such an awesome guy and commands a lot of respect in these settings. I think we are looking at a future, local politician. You can see him below.....<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmRXdsAYjgNeswEXRru7CvIpNNckiSQOBOjpaJOfhQ5TD-kFrXjkFtCGiFKurPCXxJGjIyWZnNcGRcaXHIX69ARoz1TkVrUuYtfKRkSzz8wIVbRqw-c7TzhCReN-O09F9BA6jp6Nn/s1600-h/100_3304.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmRXdsAYjgNeswEXRru7CvIpNNckiSQOBOjpaJOfhQ5TD-kFrXjkFtCGiFKurPCXxJGjIyWZnNcGRcaXHIX69ARoz1TkVrUuYtfKRkSzz8wIVbRqw-c7TzhCReN-O09F9BA6jp6Nn/s320/100_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215866754764155666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span>Sometimes when we are talking with the mothers and fathers, the kids get a little rowdy. Since I do not speak the language, and am of no use for answering questions, I get 'stuck' with the job of amusing the children. Of course, they really like the camera, but one of these times, it is going to get destroyed in the numerous little hands.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC0CfPKaK8D9WluTLqL75CCZq7GcT5UwQQEDiX8IlpWCV3Blu8IlUQD0NFjkUNTByrlCwupUy4gUNF2KF3qZkeaPef1AHVZA1a5xHWKq0UAiumvTAIf7lPJUmyzVyEjB4lXXGeNco/s1600-h/100_3313.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC0CfPKaK8D9WluTLqL75CCZq7GcT5UwQQEDiX8IlpWCV3Blu8IlUQD0NFjkUNTByrlCwupUy4gUNF2KF3qZkeaPef1AHVZA1a5xHWKq0UAiumvTAIf7lPJUmyzVyEjB4lXXGeNco/s320/100_3313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215866763008332242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l4Fbz17pBC6RTsbr-PAa4QqPGoC1fP7iNV8eGsaDNco7pCxyrHMYjk1WSfvCoH6wk3pbWwIfj9vNVR1-lJaHcoi2y1Efn4aei8kZoiQmo9ePIN_ZjqN7FNLiwV8x_Ra1LhpIyLJM/s1600-h/100_3322.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l4Fbz17pBC6RTsbr-PAa4QqPGoC1fP7iNV8eGsaDNco7pCxyrHMYjk1WSfvCoH6wk3pbWwIfj9vNVR1-lJaHcoi2y1Efn4aei8kZoiQmo9ePIN_ZjqN7FNLiwV8x_Ra1LhpIyLJM/s320/100_3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215866790145941602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I was setting up the computer and projector for the presentation, when this huge, black, unidentified flying insect flew right onto my mouth. Naturally, it bit/stung the hell out of the corner of lips. Everyone is worried at first, but then they all think it is really funny. H-A-H-A (sarcasm). My lip starts to swell up, like a bee sting, and they insist on taking pictures. It is in the shadows on this picture, but the good pics are on the other camera. Easy to tell that I am enjoying this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDPQH0OIZk1TmDQ3cPJdmAH-u2lpoIL9pe8_4zbc1IXiozqCe7HayNTK0Ce5yg_vYK6FX2BEAlpkBbQICQvQ3penJiGaO11-r3qaOOtyTDQysKXMDilK-0zbDUu379hSqyUw6wpGI/s1600-h/100_3320.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDPQH0OIZk1TmDQ3cPJdmAH-u2lpoIL9pe8_4zbc1IXiozqCe7HayNTK0Ce5yg_vYK6FX2BEAlpkBbQICQvQ3penJiGaO11-r3qaOOtyTDQysKXMDilK-0zbDUu379hSqyUw6wpGI/s320/100_3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215866767111425058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TBA outreach</span><br /><br />This project is actually going pretty well so far. I am working on developing a guide for a focus group discussion among 10 traditional birth attendants. It needs to be done very quickly, because the project needs to progress. We realized that we do not know very much about the practices and beliefs of these groups. A detailed questionnaire is going to be developed, but we need to know what kinds of questions to ask.<br /><br />A picture of the beautiful scenery that is part of the rural region outside of Mysore City.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JNsKYWH-nRJQfOK5e5ntVkLr1kLAL8jikmlfzLJ6dydEqmdRytYTZFFsdNKEmyY30eNV__oWNRnbxa6jc0tP8gCx_w81t97QEpXN3Yrv7rBV2lEa3lrM9n2T305LIui2rTaD0HwT/s1600-h/100_3399.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JNsKYWH-nRJQfOK5e5ntVkLr1kLAL8jikmlfzLJ6dydEqmdRytYTZFFsdNKEmyY30eNV__oWNRnbxa6jc0tP8gCx_w81t97QEpXN3Yrv7rBV2lEa3lrM9n2T305LIui2rTaD0HwT/s320/100_3399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864280275861458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Seema (middle), Rani (right), and I are interviewing a TBA. This woman was very knowledgeable about current practices, and even handwashing! She said that her brother is a OB/GYN in a nearby city, and he has given her some training.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT5RmY2e_M2n9lvbv5qLuG7Wqa1VyxD1wMX2P6QTJ4BeN7CPhY3TFS0QZiePR5dxI1_d2QSE7n0jeazu9BES17yG_-KyYF-UBERlum4AHCYCO8edFNIGleWp4ZaNVZDzr0u4hLykw/s1600-h/100_3405.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT5RmY2e_M2n9lvbv5qLuG7Wqa1VyxD1wMX2P6QTJ4BeN7CPhY3TFS0QZiePR5dxI1_d2QSE7n0jeazu9BES17yG_-KyYF-UBERlum4AHCYCO8edFNIGleWp4ZaNVZDzr0u4hLykw/s320/100_3405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864288040557106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I like this picture, but I don't really. Thought some people may enjoy it.<br /></div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8jWi9xFgckZi9wImkbyPvDt2WJg17KZiHUC2-1JYv_fQzJDLSmvL7TflotbH1E-V-PS8UsU7LZyFunqjppYTgpZTjxKXKYVbQD1T-yCliYimwEIJ_AWI4w4Xp7bmg9JhZPqBQe7l7/s1600-h/100_3416.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8jWi9xFgckZi9wImkbyPvDt2WJg17KZiHUC2-1JYv_fQzJDLSmvL7TflotbH1E-V-PS8UsU7LZyFunqjppYTgpZTjxKXKYVbQD1T-yCliYimwEIJ_AWI4w4Xp7bmg9JhZPqBQe7l7/s320/100_3416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864292085542818" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />There was a pack (4) of monkeys that paid me a visit early one morning. The little guys jumped up on the porch while I was on the phone and scared the hell out of me. Selvi, the driver, told me they were dangerous, so I ran inside like a scared little kid. They then proceeded to jump on my coffee mug, flip the cup over, jump all over Selvi's bike, then run up onto the roof (which is where the picture is taken).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQd_uuEWqfX51guR_lkdgLY8p3RM0vhM5MQT_SFjLg584yhXZBlFtOEBNpvB0gEpcyfsfzv_hSaDJhzFnChxdMKOYbF5jQm6rEWZwlZxO4FDYDun-OZZ7_ip4JWI7st86n37sPReeS/s1600-h/100_3432.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQd_uuEWqfX51guR_lkdgLY8p3RM0vhM5MQT_SFjLg584yhXZBlFtOEBNpvB0gEpcyfsfzv_hSaDJhzFnChxdMKOYbF5jQm6rEWZwlZxO4FDYDun-OZZ7_ip4JWI7st86n37sPReeS/s320/100_3432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864302174297634" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Here is the 30 foot Louis Vuitton purse at the new Bengaluru International Airport. It is a pretty incredible form of advertising.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJiGrOR0B_7_pK108qTiXjw2KTkdQTCo98NmJqRXfpMGmYdspnGoFhyphenhyphenAPvSsxMRsHK9Gake51GGBMf6B1NC1-7g07qEe2EkJsDI6CWZudG3XuuoUF-w0YNg78y9Rreh_Si6OaDjTfG/s1600-h/100_3435.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJiGrOR0B_7_pK108qTiXjw2KTkdQTCo98NmJqRXfpMGmYdspnGoFhyphenhyphenAPvSsxMRsHK9Gake51GGBMf6B1NC1-7g07qEe2EkJsDI6CWZudG3XuuoUF-w0YNg78y9Rreh_Si6OaDjTfG/s320/100_3435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864311117386626" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-18516024899274057202008-06-12T20:59:00.000+05:302008-06-12T22:21:49.857+05:30Outreach ProjectsTuesday was Tom's last day in India. He is now de-toxing in Paris and London, before he heads back to the states. We all went to a nice lunch for his last day. Tom and I both forgot to tell Naomi, and we did not have her phone number. Unfortunately, she is not pictured with the rest of PHRI. Well, I guess we are missing Purnima, the director, and Karl, who comes in about a week.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDL_uSFkwbq6FuldUdAFUAB0X89_3KhPQZWHUbg2nQlwL7haGJjRRAUbyUysJ2zkieH9FtaEdWwVvg0JfVXveYcCFl-Q15YBR0lA8IuDwx-j9TDuDFaFxVxwCLNjEg8a62RnzjS7Ur/s1600-h/100_3247.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDL_uSFkwbq6FuldUdAFUAB0X89_3KhPQZWHUbg2nQlwL7haGJjRRAUbyUysJ2zkieH9FtaEdWwVvg0JfVXveYcCFl-Q15YBR0lA8IuDwx-j9TDuDFaFxVxwCLNjEg8a62RnzjS7Ur/s320/100_3247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211020262877849186" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Looking through the seemingly endless charts at Vikram has not been the most exhilarating experience. To supplement my week with something more palatable, I have been going on outreach trips with the members of PHRI. There are several opportunities to get involved with the multiple projects that are going on. In addition to these outreach projects, the organization provides reproductive health supplies and offers free medical service for women in their clinic. The clinic is a part of the CSI Holdsworth Memorial Hospital in Mysore.<br /><br />One of the outreach programs is aimed at TBA's. These can be either trained or traditional birth attendants. In India, about 60% of births occur outside hospital settings. Therefore, it is imperative that the birth attendants be well trained, offer accurate information, and have full access to life-saving medications. I have been doing some reading to learn more about this project, and I am completely engrossed. However, we can save that discussion for another time. I went out with the group to interview a few TBA's in different villages surrounding Mysore city. We listened to their opinion about how the government has failed women in their profession and gained valuable information about their resources. The organization (namely Tom, Naomi, and I) has bought a hefty load of birthing kits to distribute to these TBA's. The kit contains a thick plastic sheet to create a clean environment for the delivery, a pair of latex gloves, a bar of soap, some gauze and absorbent pads, and a sterile blade for the umbilical cord.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDDT3EuyCJjP5nQvJHDtD0a-5o5xd6uK5Oj2xVnhLATakNhfRYMm4Oq_UEPsqCPJobTMPnjrxBS5KeiKprDkAHkqbCXwWaZ2zAWMWM5xDS8NtoL-cs71_ouYQxz7j9uI6STSV720l/s1600-h/100_3250.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDDT3EuyCJjP5nQvJHDtD0a-5o5xd6uK5Oj2xVnhLATakNhfRYMm4Oq_UEPsqCPJobTMPnjrxBS5KeiKprDkAHkqbCXwWaZ2zAWMWM5xDS8NtoL-cs71_ouYQxz7j9uI6STSV720l/s320/100_3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211020273300291762" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />The picture is of the group giving a TBA some birthing kits. On the right they are Selvi, Seema, and Reni. This project is incredible and has the potential to have a significant, tangible impact for women, and families, in these rural areas. Maternal mortality rates are high in the rural parts of India, and this program is working on saving the lives of these women and subsequently, their children.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Side note:</span> We were driving into this village in the Prerana van, when a big (7 ft???), black snake crossed the road ahead of us. The driver slammed the brakes real hard and all the girls (present company included) screamed. Ok. It was a snake on the road. We are in a car. No big deal? The car was silent for a minute. I was asking them if they were ok. No response. Silence. After about two minutes of complete silence (despite my attempts to break the silence with stupid questions wondering why everyone was quiet), Seema turned around to explain to me the reason for the silence. In their religion, some snakes are revered as deities. It is bad luck to have one cross your path when you are coming into an unfamiliar environment, like this village. I am assuming it is the equivalent of a black cat crossing your path, except it is not superstition to them. When this happens, you must silently pray to Naga Devata so that bad luck will not follow. Ok, now I see the reason for the silence, this makes sense. So you have to do this everytime a snake crosses your path? No. Wrong. Only when COBRAS cross your path. What? Are you effing kidding me? That was a cobra? Now I am the one in the car freaking out, while the rest of the group is calm. That is not cool. I hate all snakes in general, but especially big, black, deadly cobras. I keep thinking about that stupid program I watched on Discovery about the world's deadliest Cobras, 3 of the top 5 being in southern India. Great. If I ever see one, I will assume that it wants to, and is trying to kill me.<br /><br />The other outreach program is about HPV and cervical cancer. These are aimed at women in defined communities around Mysore. The women congregate in a communal (usually very small and hot) room to view a slide presentation. These meetings are set up in advance by Sattya and Praba, with the help of a local community organizer.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuYZovAvcuVT3uSAhzCrGCDc4FFngwtmaLqNRcB-NfwraJJpYHt9fstDLa3XxFuJvXE4YPlNPKI_wtRrVsaYohqWH3opuePoKvMjIAka_nGUMcC3roE0f95uryEV-XtjR6Sxo7zLd/s1600-h/100_3255.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuYZovAvcuVT3uSAhzCrGCDc4FFngwtmaLqNRcB-NfwraJJpYHt9fstDLa3XxFuJvXE4YPlNPKI_wtRrVsaYohqWH3opuePoKvMjIAka_nGUMcC3roE0f95uryEV-XtjR6Sxo7zLd/s320/100_3255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211020284157939778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPB3B7sY6MmkuDUwLtEnZUxgL_7y93qLkgGW7sM5sdUKE8Y-eIPKUQNRwMECU3DiR_cVTYu-rHM6SQIR2M9AdPI0CWqEdxZlaBfj3OXKieg6sCmQMHM356EegDqZVSXuFqq4h_p2-Y/s1600-h/100_3263.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPB3B7sY6MmkuDUwLtEnZUxgL_7y93qLkgGW7sM5sdUKE8Y-eIPKUQNRwMECU3DiR_cVTYu-rHM6SQIR2M9AdPI0CWqEdxZlaBfj3OXKieg6sCmQMHM356EegDqZVSXuFqq4h_p2-Y/s320/100_3263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211020289482948962" border="0" /></a></div><br />The women seem to really enjoy these presentations, and the questions are usually pretty good. Most, if not all, of these events are in the local language, Kannada. Therefore, I can not contribute, or get as much out of the events as I would like. I do offer some comic relief for everyone. They give the women who organizes the event a small, gift wrapped present. Yashoda insists that I hand the present to the women, while butchering something in Kannada. I have become accustomed to uninhibited laughter that follows. Nevertheless, the meetings are fun and offer a welcomed break from the medical charts.<br /><br />True to form, I make friends with all the kids that follow me around. The camera is always a big time hit and I find myself taking picture after picture of these kids. They never seem to get tired of posing, and will often call out to other kids. I feel like I am back in the daycare.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj5E_1nPGg8NMtWiRyseqqEAd4EallTeKkK0Dr0kyF0giysLudz737wF9uosO11C5ZLFDic452UPAedR9dPZDP5OwJLukC_PUi3V2V4lX2nn-bgEGOQkTcBa3Zk7gkX7f3QBfXjkT/s1600-h/100_3285.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj5E_1nPGg8NMtWiRyseqqEAd4EallTeKkK0Dr0kyF0giysLudz737wF9uosO11C5ZLFDic452UPAedR9dPZDP5OwJLukC_PUi3V2V4lX2nn-bgEGOQkTcBa3Zk7gkX7f3QBfXjkT/s320/100_3285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211020296321823426" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />These events are always followed with some chai, which I am now officially addicted to. They put so much cream and sugar in it that I'm a little worried I won't be able to drink black coffee when I come back home.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrqMc-1dJERTm9yimrRFWPS0dGQLO-xoLGMKt5RoLeE5Dd7JmeeNowNx7zeBh9jitjhltepapcfzvz3gW-LMAx3LyPqBsT1CUQcwJ5J-IkEOavY_LhB8bpeIHE_TmfUrBmxalOI6t/s1600-h/100_3288.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrqMc-1dJERTm9yimrRFWPS0dGQLO-xoLGMKt5RoLeE5Dd7JmeeNowNx7zeBh9jitjhltepapcfzvz3gW-LMAx3LyPqBsT1CUQcwJ5J-IkEOavY_LhB8bpeIHE_TmfUrBmxalOI6t/s320/100_3288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211031325680754114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The living conditions in some of these areas are dismal. Forgetting medicine for right now, there are so many public health interventions that need to happen. Open sewers, cows, chickens, feral dogs and cats, and cooking indoors with cow-patty fuel are just some of the areas I would focus on. Being in an unclean environment, with such close proximity to cows and other mammals is a great way to contribute to the spread of disease. The government (or maybe not considering how they have operated thus far) needs to step up and tackle these public health problems. There should be a social marketing campaign getting people to change some of their behaviors. Open sewers and lack of clean water are not the fault of the people and they often do not have enough of a political voice to bring about necessary change.<br /></div></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-91129662579187457642008-06-03T14:23:00.000+05:302008-06-03T15:44:21.691+05:30Coorg and The Golden Temple- May 31st - June 1st<span style="font-weight: bold;">Coorg<br /><br /></span> Early Saturday morning Tom and I headed West to the forest region known as Coorg, right next to Sidapur on the map below. The people there are known as 'Coorgies' and are mostly made up of tribal people that have inhabited the region for hundreds of years. They are skilled farmers and expert honey-finders. Apparently they are best known for being able to follow a flying honeybee back to its hive. They then make a fire to smoke out the bees and sell the honey at the market. Pretty cool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbeeO3V3ReA2tpswo5S8A-w0G4wxhbMTZXHdhsVbiI-gte406TGQsjutTuOIehOEGd5ZnNjFLxRmzb47jZY-ZShg1PLTf_k_LyPXb-yWFjY1AvBg43sdGQMNuwomoKBXfW2HxYjQ0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbeeO3V3ReA2tpswo5S8A-w0G4wxhbMTZXHdhsVbiI-gte406TGQsjutTuOIehOEGd5ZnNjFLxRmzb47jZY-ZShg1PLTf_k_LyPXb-yWFjY1AvBg43sdGQMNuwomoKBXfW2HxYjQ0/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207579652572125042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> We met up with Viju, a friend of Dr. Vara's, and he was really excited to show us around his hometown. He took us on a 1.5 Km hike up a huge hill, which would not been so bad of a walk had I not been wearing Rainbows. We saw a huge, blue-ish-green scorpion on the trail and a wild elephant from far away. There was a Shiva temple on the top of the hill, as well as some pretty amazing views of the forest below.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBSzkFNSI1f7J4I22Or8lWWZVHWDOU_6LfsWNQxsgNWR0KV6aXW5StSEPkbyeH_8IwBRLdUuqTpb_hRUYlGKOeeHhwa9f_dqPWb26Btu9EWU0qycQwmwln4cjdhjD2NBgAui_96Zz/s1600-h/100_3058.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBSzkFNSI1f7J4I22Or8lWWZVHWDOU_6LfsWNQxsgNWR0KV6aXW5StSEPkbyeH_8IwBRLdUuqTpb_hRUYlGKOeeHhwa9f_dqPWb26Btu9EWU0qycQwmwln4cjdhjD2NBgAui_96Zz/s320/100_3058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207576713198002418" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNjlXgcHQBv4t9K7CybKQS9E2kNF4XsqLVPfjPTL5YlVC_WMBEgraSOu-wQosAcB2H1TMTQR1jfYt7Vj361doMlDsqsbhu_RGGQvomZuDGvq5bJGxh0V6lFBmCHcMQhy8wfguGuCw/s1600-h/100_3055.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNjlXgcHQBv4t9K7CybKQS9E2kNF4XsqLVPfjPTL5YlVC_WMBEgraSOu-wQosAcB2H1TMTQR1jfYt7Vj361doMlDsqsbhu_RGGQvomZuDGvq5bJGxh0V6lFBmCHcMQhy8wfguGuCw/s320/100_3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207576706563019970" border="0" /></a><br /></div> (Note: All these pictures came out blurry and I could not figure out why. Literally 45 seconds ago, I checked my camera lens and found that it had a big grease smudge across it. Sucks.)<br /><br /> You can't tell by the pictures, but it was pretty hot and muggy the whole day.<br />The trail was scattered with small temples for Shiva, and Viju described the different Hindu gods and Hinduism beliefs for us. It is a fascinating religion that dominates this region, more than its usual dominance in the Southern part of India.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqGVZVOaR28YiOSy_XwanCsIDccyh5v0Dg1Sqxh9xpXuvvzs_EYxNg5HWT4XFU2WV4cV8bqHkoHcUjX6JEkpvfn1KZJ0uNuAqwrqiVD7nfO4el37mVTX2K5-chMtISfkCmR-wFf6A/s1600-h/100_3063.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 414px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqGVZVOaR28YiOSy_XwanCsIDccyh5v0Dg1Sqxh9xpXuvvzs_EYxNg5HWT4XFU2WV4cV8bqHkoHcUjX6JEkpvfn1KZJ0uNuAqwrqiVD7nfO4el37mVTX2K5-chMtISfkCmR-wFf6A/s320/100_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207576726719545906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqGVZVOaR28YiOSy_XwanCsIDccyh5v0Dg1Sqxh9xpXuvvzs_EYxNg5HWT4XFU2WV4cV8bqHkoHcUjX6JEkpvfn1KZJ0uNuAqwrqiVD7nfO4el37mVTX2K5-chMtISfkCmR-wFf6A/s1600-h/100_3063.JPG"> </a></div><br /> That night we stayed at a house on a coffee plantation. I have never seen coffee trees before but they are really pretty when they are blooming. The farm was really shady, and offered a nice break from the hot weather, but the mosquitoes were out in herds. The house was also butt up against a tropical forest, so there were plenty of exotic bugs sleeping with me that night. The food was amazing and the coffee was spectacular.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Karnataka State Park</span><br /><br /> The following morning, after some delicious egg curry, we headed to a wildlife park owned by the state of Karnataka. We mainly went to see some elephants, which there were plenty. We rode a small boat, packed twice too full of people, across a small river to get into the park. The Mahut (elephant shepherd) was washing a mom, dad, and baby elephant when we pulled up in the boat. The little guy was a crowd favorite and was fooling around the whole time. I am not sure how old it was, but it looks pretty young. I wonder how heavy elephants are when they are born? It was a little sad to see some of the other elephants, who were giving rides, chained around the ankles. Not fun to see animals in chains.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YgTa-4rXYq2w1M1OV0kQ1hYeH_JjKDYLX7WeTMLM4WmCMJKg1Pj09IaLgUHPyW6cH9pTW-gxxv46Ds7NW-swQpTplm1rDpvhQh5uMPhE7T3VphETkaHrOseOlPIK75-XsiuWbm6s/s1600-h/100_3094.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyRs9GUcPM68ksoYnL5E6EsfRG7WTIxA-trQEuj_5TREQedtUhvUeDis0ivVlz3nVK7oC8dhbeJ_kIFqakWRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a></div> We also walked through a conservation part of the forest, where they try to show all the bad things humans do to plants and animals. After this, ironically enough, we came to a ton of white spotted deer that were in a fenced-in area. We fed them cucumbers, and they posed for pictures.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDLx_10gtR59mfydHNHR8JKRyDRdFrKBbsanz-pQgiv_zD-67-bkHuPT_iJ5I0u8XtxDSE_Rag3vqUiN_hf0vRFQJaPDhTorAKczOhioDZczNA9GZgZpeGrSHvaUqDEwbzmpR0z-f/s1600-h/100_3115.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDLx_10gtR59mfydHNHR8JKRyDRdFrKBbsanz-pQgiv_zD-67-bkHuPT_iJ5I0u8XtxDSE_Rag3vqUiN_hf0vRFQJaPDhTorAKczOhioDZczNA9GZgZpeGrSHvaUqDEwbzmpR0z-f/s320/100_3115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207576752440497458" border="0" /></a></div> Every car ride feels like a roll of the dice determines whether we are going to come out alive. Cars passing into oncoming traffic, monsoon rains, and not to mention the cows, goats, bikers, buses, and dogs in the road. We tried to pass by a bus coming the other way on a narrow road and almost got hit. The picture only tells some of the story, but suffice it to say that it was more than a little scary.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YgTa-4rXYq2w1M1OV0kQ1hYeH_JjKDYLX7WeTMLM4WmCMJKg1Pj09IaLgUHPyW6cH9pTW-gxxv46Ds7NW-swQpTplm1rDpvhQh5uMPhE7T3VphETkaHrOseOlPIK75-XsiuWbm6s/s1600-h/100_3094.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YgTa-4rXYq2w1M1OV0kQ1hYeH_JjKDYLX7WeTMLM4WmCMJKg1Pj09IaLgUHPyW6cH9pTW-gxxv46Ds7NW-swQpTplm1rDpvhQh5uMPhE7T3VphETkaHrOseOlPIK75-XsiuWbm6s/s320/100_3094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207576738948507650" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqGVZVOaR28YiOSy_XwanCsIDccyh5v0Dg1Sqxh9xpXuvvzs_EYxNg5HWT4XFU2WV4cV8bqHkoHcUjX6JEkpvfn1KZJ0uNuAqwrqiVD7nfO4el37mVTX2K5-chMtISfkCmR-wFf6A/s1600-h/100_3063.JPG"><br /></a></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Golden Temple<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>On the way back to Mysore, we stopped at the largest Tibetan settlement outside of Tibet. Most live in commune-style living and I believe there are approximately 8,000 Tibetan monks there. The temples were amazingly large and seemed out of place next to the flat farmland that surrounds them. Each temple is decorated with intricately designed murals that cover the walls. Some of the paintings were extremely racy, especially considering the audience. A lot different from the paintings the Catholic church would allow. I would have posted them here, but I am afraid to get flagged by Blogspot for having obscene pictures. There were monks everywhere and all were adorned in the traditional attire. There were about 250 monks (in training I think) reciting prayers and playing drums in a massive prayer hall. It was pretty cool to walk around this town and be able to hear masses of people praying in unison.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-LbzlKcdbq_GomPiPC4tgOtQSobdy0YA7dS-1r-GPQua1Jg2r7eWEaLv7Xjvhg-zO_hDy2hS3-sq7g3YDxOlEHF_qrVGRXhhtULcxvwHP7YUJGPcG-_B9JqtJLGhffaB_2PEtVurF/s1600-h/100_3154.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-LbzlKcdbq_GomPiPC4tgOtQSobdy0YA7dS-1r-GPQua1Jg2r7eWEaLv7Xjvhg-zO_hDy2hS3-sq7g3YDxOlEHF_qrVGRXhhtULcxvwHP7YUJGPcG-_B9JqtJLGhffaB_2PEtVurF/s320/100_3154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207588512339779762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL70OuupPZFOttUeDZb5m9cXiq3dK4Gb1Z2iTfzwSMRNval2AkyKD_bQzPGSCovaw-r7kJ4cGy1GvvrwfyH3TVp4MKrO99bKXw-Tj2-3RF8McDiOfHxdWx88foJkdxnG1vdMZQF6N3/s1600-h/100_3148.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL70OuupPZFOttUeDZb5m9cXiq3dK4Gb1Z2iTfzwSMRNval2AkyKD_bQzPGSCovaw-r7kJ4cGy1GvvrwfyH3TVp4MKrO99bKXw-Tj2-3RF8McDiOfHxdWx88foJkdxnG1vdMZQF6N3/s320/100_3148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207577806472283074" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"> The most amazing site in this community was the Golden Temple. It contains three massive statues of Buddhas. One is 60 feet tall, while the other two are 58 feet tall, and each is made from copper, but plated with pure gold. I can't remember how much they weighed, but I am pretty sure it was a whole lot. It is so strange to see these incredible temples when the grounds are surrounded by crushing poverty. The town was one of the most impoverished sections of human society I have ever seen.<br /></div><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXB3gwF0dJ80EiZMYMN-PpNK_ZNDEhR6H3lD8pspVr4a_2UaJJVJZpZ9F9v1OwlXvTKatu3u4ximgEMnvpIsNzKXj-GGpOIKbB5BrqwJ__LM-MVo-oWmbyjMNmLsG8BpEZO5i7VJ6q/s1600-h/100_3157.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXB3gwF0dJ80EiZMYMN-PpNK_ZNDEhR6H3lD8pspVr4a_2UaJJVJZpZ9F9v1OwlXvTKatu3u4ximgEMnvpIsNzKXj-GGpOIKbB5BrqwJ__LM-MVo-oWmbyjMNmLsG8BpEZO5i7VJ6q/s320/100_3157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207577821264629938" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <br /> Leaving the temple grounds, we passed scores of beggars, many of whom were small children. There was a small baby lying on a towel on the ground who looked to be a textbook case of malnourishment with a large, oddly shaped head, big eyes, and bony arms and legs. We are always advised not to give money, but I couldn't resist this time. I gave the mother only 20 Rupees (about 50 cents), and she was very thankful. Before I had realized what happened I was surrounded by children asking me for money. They were touching their hands to my feet, which is an ultimate sign of respect in India. I could not give money to everyone, and that killed me. Some followed us to our car, despite my insistence that I was not going to give them money. As we were pulling away, I could resist the sadness and desperation on their faces no more, and I caved. I did not give them much, by our standards, but enough to buy them a couple of meals and maybe some other comfort. Who knows. The driver scolded me about this, telling me that these people are simply lazy. For some reason I just can't buy that they would rather sit on a corner, completely emaciated and begging for change, rather than work. Needless to say, I felt sick to my stomach for the remainder of the car ride, as these sort of things weigh heavy on my mind. It is something that I don't think (and hope) I will ever get accustomed to.Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-55577032300915195922008-05-28T21:33:00.000+05:302008-06-25T22:14:53.351+05:30Heavy Rains<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBT7o0LEhfSLzTp2j1NJUeCsmznAeC8Xmkg1e66RWXUuAnenMeQx_Pg4MAoF6vWApm6ZHzIKlwsJ9nHzkmCtIHm-_VJLZU_jZVzmv961OD2-jTRxr7G4cet7VABLn-UlVJUBm-E2e/s1600-h/100_2914.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBT7o0LEhfSLzTp2j1NJUeCsmznAeC8Xmkg1e66RWXUuAnenMeQx_Pg4MAoF6vWApm6ZHzIKlwsJ9nHzkmCtIHm-_VJLZU_jZVzmv961OD2-jTRxr7G4cet7VABLn-UlVJUBm-E2e/s320/100_2914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205474441017195906" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <br />I started "working" on Monday after a weekend spent sleeping off the jet-lag. My main contact is Dr. Anjali, Chief Pathologist at Vikram Hospital, which is one of the fanciest hospitals in all of Mysore. It also happens to be about 4 blocks, up the hill shown above, from the house. The hospital functions surprisingly well, especially considering the conditions. There are masses of people sleeping, eating, grooming in the halls and an overwhelming, unmistakable smell of bleach that hits you as you walk into the hospital. At least we know it is clean and I suppose it is not too different from county hospitals in the States.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyREK_Ey5bI3AtDvcpKSG4r7kBjC8xT8Bxwz00cVmbbvJnuTSRhZZU4dHwJSSMa4gAfpr9FWHC3dLmBwjWGKCjQYuiRyJG7_Xn8EiK6pJ-OpzwTSbT9EPKaT_6CHbKk3f-s5-4P3E/s1600-h/100_2915.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyREK_Ey5bI3AtDvcpKSG4r7kBjC8xT8Bxwz00cVmbbvJnuTSRhZZU4dHwJSSMa4gAfpr9FWHC3dLmBwjWGKCjQYuiRyJG7_Xn8EiK6pJ-OpzwTSbT9EPKaT_6CHbKk3f-s5-4P3E/s200/100_2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470485352316178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5BVlVMNgNNoNfXVA3-GRPiFLOQKYY0qKdS6g5hx5iOE_o34SIRTLw_5UVGfBgirB-1CZQlLAaDRRfti7UZ1EMn5oi01JY_IOCxEh-4g8vUwp8FizBMWfVztOlT5d95CBeDNcacrh/s1600-h/100_2916.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5BVlVMNgNNoNfXVA3-GRPiFLOQKYY0qKdS6g5hx5iOE_o34SIRTLw_5UVGfBgirB-1CZQlLAaDRRfti7UZ1EMn5oi01JY_IOCxEh-4g8vUwp8FizBMWfVztOlT5d95CBeDNcacrh/s200/100_2916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470502532185378" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />So far this week, I have spent my time split between Vikram and Mission hospital. The Prerana Project (the women's health initiative) runs out of Mission hospital. It is here that I will be working to implement a protocol for culturing Lactobacillus from possible cases of Bacterial Vaginosis. The staff is extremely knowledgeable, though the facilities lack technology normally found in labs back home. In fact, I feel stupid a lot of times because I don't understand some of their methods. I have relied heavily on technologies and products that are readily available in the states, but do not get used out here. The most striking thing about Mission hospital is that almost all the wards, including the lab, are open air. It is very interesting to see this stark contrast to modern hospitals in the US. With such a large population that is still growing, and the very recent economic growth, it is easy to understand the lapse in health care resources. I think many things will change in the next few years, especially if India continues to enjoy the economic successes it has experienced as of late.<br /><br />On Tuesday afternoon, Tom, Yashoda, and I went to the More! store (picture a Indian style Wal-Mart, but 5 stories tall) to get some groceries and supplies for the kitchen. Walking into the store, there were a few clouds in the sky and it was about 88 degrees. After 45 minutes in the store, the sky was covered in clouds that were darker than any I have seen before. I am talking the deepest purply-black clouds you can imgine. We just made it back to the house, when the sky opened up and really let it rip. It rained like I have never seen it rain before. Lightning, thunder, pounding rain.....the whole works. Just to make sure everyone knew I was a foreigner, I tried to take some pictures, but they did not come out very well. The video came a little better, although it is still hard to recapture the complete show put on by the sky gods.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxwiHUnL5vr4yCPlFEnRd1RePikmq5Ya8Y-r5XMcd3_OZ0lqIhujRwlTTMniNi_X4s_HXTc_h_IWvSGo0qYsw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br />Recurrent power outages directly followed the storm. So shocking to see that 15 minutes after the rains ended, the sky was almost entirely clear again. I guess the storms and the outages are just par for the course in southern India. Everyone keeps reminding me that monsoon season has not even started yet. Can't wait.<br /><br /> With the power being out for most of the evening, Ranja, Ramya, (the security guards little kids) and I decided to play around on my computer for a little while. They really got a kick out of the Photobooth application, even though they were a little scared of the effects at first. Ranja had to keep touching his head and face, just to make sure it wasn't actually being distrorted. It has been a long time since I have laughed so hard.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSU5J0NTbBX4jAeDuyZZbg1UZ9LvAavhd8a_EEbtx01hZPmT2wAVDvgSpecIctJhgJBw5ba6emzipDfr_2mgi7vQL1x02X6hwuexnmGMb_XkgYHo3i_k35Jw3U9LeY0jnZ4fcD2oN/s1600-h/100_2925.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSU5J0NTbBX4jAeDuyZZbg1UZ9LvAavhd8a_EEbtx01hZPmT2wAVDvgSpecIctJhgJBw5ba6emzipDfr_2mgi7vQL1x02X6hwuexnmGMb_XkgYHo3i_k35Jw3U9LeY0jnZ4fcD2oN/s200/100_2925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470511122119986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpbzSgWuo3wTvnDc76CO4Ann5xgN0m5OZ9rBf-chBn3VhdZdW1GHZ9A2Q-6T6veQWfIJ660fBNDzHKAIDYrzDw1e3AhyOJFrU_EA-qQfhuEzNzfRa1r1zulfS2hTNJ8vX7N_apL1M/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpbzSgWuo3wTvnDc76CO4Ann5xgN0m5OZ9rBf-chBn3VhdZdW1GHZ9A2Q-6T6veQWfIJ660fBNDzHKAIDYrzDw1e3AhyOJFrU_EA-qQfhuEzNzfRa1r1zulfS2hTNJ8vX7N_apL1M/s200/Photo+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205473994340597106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdm2w0p_lt2K6l-XegdCalP97SATJMoDiY-VRcD-4WAfSI6xVtILcrawVxyzouBfqbVhejbGmmthIYRmtdedME81ln0wytCwjMnK5UaB34DG7KDTrjxqAh63iGQXvLQdpw_LtG_U_/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdm2w0p_lt2K6l-XegdCalP97SATJMoDiY-VRcD-4WAfSI6xVtILcrawVxyzouBfqbVhejbGmmthIYRmtdedME81ln0wytCwjMnK5UaB34DG7KDTrjxqAh63iGQXvLQdpw_LtG_U_/s200/Photo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470524007021890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> The rest of the work week will be spent trying to make progress on my project. Things seem to move on a completely different scale. I have a meeting at 10, but it doesn't happen until 1130. I need to meet someone at 2, they finally see me at 245. I am told that something will take 2 minutes, but it always turns out to be 30 minutes. It is amazing anything gets done here, but it does. I just need to integrate myself into the system. Everybody waits because everybody is late, and everybody is late because everybody waits. I must say that it is thrilling to work in this new environment, as it provides ample time to work on my patience and my incessant need to over-achieve.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvweF6hr3JgTBxwHNoXQf5KQ4apdBapdHiIlUSszQ9lfmgCaB-P_5sFkb2MZsPBcbHsoOneq31QPvVHHVTyAzT33ZmhEHAjeIRESDK-kHXxoQ8SrB9YdACSn14L9GtnvFbLSbmZxw/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvweF6hr3JgTBxwHNoXQf5KQ4apdBapdHiIlUSszQ9lfmgCaB-P_5sFkb2MZsPBcbHsoOneq31QPvVHHVTyAzT33ZmhEHAjeIRESDK-kHXxoQ8SrB9YdACSn14L9GtnvFbLSbmZxw/s200/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205473994340597090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_xAKwmYpnXOqIfZnast5KIJUh5sYjIMa6gEeJ45ha5QwycpVJv6Zq4ifAdzfPI2Gr2mK0FWx09xqqigxdy2eyVjl_z6JLwMsHaViR6OwIQPoUebj6L4XahXyUcnk8_dnpeqHbST_/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_xAKwmYpnXOqIfZnast5KIJUh5sYjIMa6gEeJ45ha5QwycpVJv6Zq4ifAdzfPI2Gr2mK0FWx09xqqigxdy2eyVjl_z6JLwMsHaViR6OwIQPoUebj6L4XahXyUcnk8_dnpeqHbST_/s200/Photo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205473990045629778" border="0" /></a></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-54514653463824611232008-05-26T21:17:00.000+05:302008-05-26T22:17:46.473+05:30May 25th - Sri Rangapatna and Brindavan GardensTom and I met up with a friend of one of the ladies we work with. His name is Raj, and he agreed to show us around a little bit. We caught a bus to the town of Srirangapatna, which is about 15 km from Mysore. The bus was not really the experience I thought, or dreaded, it would be, and it was rather uneventful. The town is known for its large temple, ruins of the late Tipu Sultan, and holy rivers.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVgVD4QhXR3yjZK6nH66QpKCk70EInnJTVOczPUWyhs9S5xa4WOWdRwNwSJpjE2vaGqFWv_6f6GIlnFP2FfC_JaZUXQSSJrEc1GCaQ0b8WExtMdZGS4FHQCLsVDsu7Oq4FUecF1D2/s1600-h/100_2780.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVgVD4QhXR3yjZK6nH66QpKCk70EInnJTVOczPUWyhs9S5xa4WOWdRwNwSJpjE2vaGqFWv_6f6GIlnFP2FfC_JaZUXQSSJrEc1GCaQ0b8WExtMdZGS4FHQCLsVDsu7Oq4FUecF1D2/s200/100_2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717762268920962" border="0" /></a></div> The temple was first, and this tested our guts a little bit. Temples are a very big deal here and there was a long line to get in. We decided to stick it out and wait in line. This was around 10am and the temperature was already in mid 90s. Of course this was compounded by the 400 hundred other people standing close enough to feel the breathing in every direction. I was separated from the other two because I am not as good at shoving and pushing women and small children. I was getting shoved and yelled at by old women, not to mention getting stared at by everyone from about 2 inches away. Imagine hot, sweaty, stagnant air.....for an hour. It was cool to see the statue of Vishnu, but I just wanted to get out at that point.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Next we headed to the death place and prison of the Tipu Sultan. I am not entirely sure who that was, but I think he was a king around the 18th century. The next thing we did was head to one of the rivers, which was one of the coolest experiences I have had so far.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqeea3UI-eM6kS-irH4E6YqEaMuCuKvF3s-u011WLdaLAL8WeR8AeGJj2_drYdBRjWjvaficgfIJ6rJaFQAm_4JGfqhl1RZSWIIThVhCSTkqntNGUikAdf0HGrGAlBD08C3F-lUZs/s1600-h/100_2819.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqeea3UI-eM6kS-irH4E6YqEaMuCuKvF3s-u011WLdaLAL8WeR8AeGJj2_drYdBRjWjvaficgfIJ6rJaFQAm_4JGfqhl1RZSWIIThVhCSTkqntNGUikAdf0HGrGAlBD08C3F-lUZs/s200/100_2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717770858855570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Swarms of people (see a theme developing here?) come to the river to escape the heat, play, do laundry, bathe, or cleanse themselves in the holy water before entering the temple. It was nice and cool in the water so we spent a good hour or two killing time. We all waded out to a rock and watched the crowd from afar.<br /></div><br /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuntBHiHfcQH2ngeeiwJbYAunjJ-yXucYh246tMl6_z62pqtisdAkvAGR1a42b3b1rwVdqUSfiF3AUkbTePFn83YesXZ1-5BP_CnIeei_67KZzudc8isrfFFCk89vp22hRS_a9QkD/s1600-h/100_2833.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuntBHiHfcQH2ngeeiwJbYAunjJ-yXucYh246tMl6_z62pqtisdAkvAGR1a42b3b1rwVdqUSfiF3AUkbTePFn83YesXZ1-5BP_CnIeei_67KZzudc8isrfFFCk89vp22hRS_a9QkD/s200/100_2833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717792333692066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /> The final stop here was at the tomb of the Tipu Sultan. The tomb was gorgeous and its architecture is undeniably Muslim.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXGaK0MxAxxi-Nw0efhO0SLzSKtrSxPbyzucE1feLLBZnnZKj1BpwLvh7EijXCoQCeejp2RPvgWi38q0B35iagfuPYSFVC5PLsZUycftf_VhDbAM6C10n2ZG0mBsPbx_cq8demJ0H/s1600-h/100_2843.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXGaK0MxAxxi-Nw0efhO0SLzSKtrSxPbyzucE1feLLBZnnZKj1BpwLvh7EijXCoQCeejp2RPvgWi38q0B35iagfuPYSFVC5PLsZUycftf_VhDbAM6C10n2ZG0mBsPbx_cq8demJ0H/s200/100_2843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717796628659378" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Walking up to the tomb was a beautiful stroll, though the heat was getting to be unbearable. Scores of people were camped out in the shade of the trees eating food they prepared at home. At this point I realize that I haven't drank any water since we left this morning, nor have I gone to the bathroom. I decide I need to rehydrate, right before my dehydration headache kicks in. Eh.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpDiFcBl_l50v4m_8qyJqKEnEipfDZT1PDELNUJQHZ-zW4_aorMMOudtO-CcuRH8LGJcdyCdjQtLRT5CJY828_V-qAUE9fn7_4vvoiYSfu4sPChThJSDXs-o_ydAIa_dg4IFSmCvM/s1600-h/100_2845.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpDiFcBl_l50v4m_8qyJqKEnEipfDZT1PDELNUJQHZ-zW4_aorMMOudtO-CcuRH8LGJcdyCdjQtLRT5CJY828_V-qAUE9fn7_4vvoiYSfu4sPChThJSDXs-o_ydAIa_dg4IFSmCvM/s200/100_2845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717800923626690" border="0" /></a><br /></div> I recovered on the bus ride back into town, and some food, water, and tea helped the process. Back to the bus stop for our trip to KRS, the dam and gardens. The scene at the bus stop is almost indescribable. We waited for our bus for almost 45 minutes, while the bus crowd grew exponentially every 10 minutes. Apparently this is a huge site for domestic tourists, especially on Sundays.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FIYBW0aGgHj4syoYs2JhOgQMJ9ah6HexzFUkcR4rGnjfidsr36wj7ohDUoBzjnKvksKWb8vhEvTtwiSPCCWCq3ebBgL4EIDbZRFzBPiFmw4tP7tWefGRyBGvIRV9_Qdvdo5I5ymT/s1600-h/100_2860.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FIYBW0aGgHj4syoYs2JhOgQMJ9ah6HexzFUkcR4rGnjfidsr36wj7ohDUoBzjnKvksKWb8vhEvTtwiSPCCWCq3ebBgL4EIDbZRFzBPiFmw4tP7tWefGRyBGvIRV9_Qdvdo5I5ymT/s200/100_2860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724239079603410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />One bus pulls up and in an instant, half the crowd is mobbing the bus trying to get on. Pushing, shoving, and screaming like I have never seen before. Some get on by passing their babies through the window and following them in. People are standing and the children sit on the lap of the parents. Next bus comes, with the same incident repeating itself. Finally, third bus comes and we brave the crowd. After some good elbowing and pushing action, we make our way onto the bus only to find that Tom's camera had been lifted from his pocket. He was showing us pictures while we were waiting, and they must have seen exactly where he put it in his pocket.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0Ym7Jek4t9cE4HTndtFCpZBYFh-k8slFxzxMbRKL700LwrSJJNKKaY0vuWyxBG1rJzOupy64l1X85BOHSv2vh7MkAynXOd6g8UJHo3iTnpeig0a7TI5PW_3YUOJra_U-uYAZengA/s1600-h/100_2870.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0Ym7Jek4t9cE4HTndtFCpZBYFh-k8slFxzxMbRKL700LwrSJJNKKaY0vuWyxBG1rJzOupy64l1X85BOHSv2vh7MkAynXOd6g8UJHo3iTnpeig0a7TI5PW_3YUOJra_U-uYAZengA/s200/100_2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724247669538018" border="0" /></a><br /></div> Finally, my full bus experience in India. It was all I hoped for and more. Actually, I am getting used to the lack of personal space and don't mind it so much now. Getting off the bus at KRS, we are at the base of a massive dam. It is cool, but a little unnerving at the same time. Good thing Indians make good dam engineers. The Brindavan gardens were very pretty even though the site was a mecca for mosquitoes. We waited for nightfall and watched a pretty neat water/light show.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHO2PNyC91KlsxjTEiAkAkLirbuTKwOREXgQKJouK8SE1p53HYtTSaNad3_YSopQyA_xXTpuAAlyznqegR0fvUoyjLd4GdqPbAiHeV-z-tbW-hEJI45YAZOnr1k0YGPJxyauNkqv15/s1600-h/100_2887.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHO2PNyC91KlsxjTEiAkAkLirbuTKwOREXgQKJouK8SE1p53HYtTSaNad3_YSopQyA_xXTpuAAlyznqegR0fvUoyjLd4GdqPbAiHeV-z-tbW-hEJI45YAZOnr1k0YGPJxyauNkqv15/s200/100_2887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724251964505330" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />The camera wouldn't pick this up too well due to the lighting, but the video came out pretty good. We left early to avoid the mad rush out, but turns out we confronted a mad rush into the venue. All in all, it was a good day and we had some great experiences in Indian culture.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFo9_P2g0tvzH6r5TasG7S5YRFyTdRl0yqgk5f3oIMueLk8II028CGd3witRJWuPXiTLdmHvZoMxGOyI2_Ng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119060085633123317.post-38616126380668383232008-05-24T17:09:00.000+05:302008-05-25T08:05:25.450+05:30May 24th- Temple and Devaraja Market<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKl2lALXSkXWD56QRXDqfVhgdZr6eXQIY9n97djx1Lck4Ywb8Z-xEkSj2Be9doh35Ka3oqND1S3TeL5CmDPl2TKbcy-gu1Gxb-1u7qgQhzCi-fobyKoiMlJWifP6n5T9SxX9NXaVh/s1600-h/100_2752.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKl2lALXSkXWD56QRXDqfVhgdZr6eXQIY9n97djx1Lck4Ywb8Z-xEkSj2Be9doh35Ka3oqND1S3TeL5CmDPl2TKbcy-gu1Gxb-1u7qgQhzCi-fobyKoiMlJWifP6n5T9SxX9NXaVh/s320/100_2752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203972035687250946" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Wanting to see a little bit of Mysore, Tom and I decided to head out of the compound. We took a rickshaw to a small temple downtown. This was an interesting experience, but we both know very little about the temple culture. We took off our shoes and entered, with a large number of other people. There was a long line that wrapped around a center room. We could not see into the room, but there must have been something important inside. Beating drums and singing could be heard from inside. I was worried about doing something that may be taken as offensive, so I did not wish to enter. Outside there was a small altar where people were throwing incense and oil into a fire. Behind this was another small altar. There was a bare-chested man giving patrons rose-water and oil. They would walk around the altar several times, ringing a bell each time, then would kneel down to pray.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7WFKEgDLI2HeesA35IuHSkZ0kvfEoe7xXcUq-luRzSwaf0qZvphXbij-p5JJ5ghAsUYja6GLZBRlAvGNCigNt3dmUlpdz-yAYyCXkRiFZCbDQRpV_fNzZeTH9nolDD_aIIlgp6uf/s1600-h/100_2757.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7WFKEgDLI2HeesA35IuHSkZ0kvfEoe7xXcUq-luRzSwaf0qZvphXbij-p5JJ5ghAsUYja6GLZBRlAvGNCigNt3dmUlpdz-yAYyCXkRiFZCbDQRpV_fNzZeTH9nolDD_aIIlgp6uf/s320/100_2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203970661297716210" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />Next we decided to take another rickshaw to Devaraja Market. This is the Mysore's famous outdoor market. After being dropped off we crossed the four 'lanes' of traffic, which was no simple feat, and had trouble figuring out how to enter the market. I found a way that we could walk around, but this may have been a little bit of a mistake. This was the 'back-way', a muddy road with vendors swiping at flies as they tried to sell us chicken and pork hanging from hooks and an overwhelming smell of human feces mixed with rotting vegetables and meat. Once inside, however, the market was fairly pleasant. There was a great sea of humanity in the aisles, but that is to be expected anywhere in urban India. Each aisle was about 60-70m long, and usually sold only one type of item, e.g. a banana aisle, mango aisle, incense aisle, vegetable aisle. Unfortunately, I did not take any pictures, as the environment did not seem too safe. My ass was constantly grabbed as I'm guessing people were attempting to pick-pocket. Joke is on them, seeing as though my ATM card has not worked, and I actually have 0 money right now. I'm sure I will be going back to the market though, so pictures will come. Tom bought some bananas, which turned out to be pretty good.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We headed across the street to a fabric shop. This place was pretty upscale, although relatively inexpensive. Mysore is also famous for silk-woven garments and this shop had a wide variety to choose from. They also had tailor made linen pants for about $20, so another trip is definitely happening. After that shop we had lunch at the restaurant we get our meals from. This was my first meal eating with my fingers in about a decade. It also may have been the spiciest meal I have ever experienced. Good, but incredibly spicy with no suitable water to drink. My nose was like a faucet after the meal was done.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6G1qhFtQyWHQCdUbyGXHM3UDIMcttQY29NwAPqLS9xUtSkgZeJAwowJwEGU7X01SIdYUsek8nk7wBwln7k8I2GaYGnkKhONb2_1P4ErL7gD6LZ3aawojTsBbLLSWRCykY_0faegzx/s1600-h/100_2759.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6G1qhFtQyWHQCdUbyGXHM3UDIMcttQY29NwAPqLS9xUtSkgZeJAwowJwEGU7X01SIdYUsek8nk7wBwln7k8I2GaYGnkKhONb2_1P4ErL7gD6LZ3aawojTsBbLLSWRCykY_0faegzx/s200/100_2759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204134840717573170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18q-d1eL3z9ssSQa6hu79G_eL2q_U-xbLDEsIeMtW3HSBnQxisrUkLb9jcXayLsOYm5bV3e3yAlDFeeZ7yblH9JUcH-_by319hrr8Yx4bhjolI55YHDTAfecH9ASkM0ljvctruoaC/s1600-h/100_2761.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18q-d1eL3z9ssSQa6hu79G_eL2q_U-xbLDEsIeMtW3HSBnQxisrUkLb9jcXayLsOYm5bV3e3yAlDFeeZ7yblH9JUcH-_by319hrr8Yx4bhjolI55YHDTAfecH9ASkM0ljvctruoaC/s200/100_2761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204135463487831106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We came back to the house, and I read on the porch for a while. The little boy joined me, with his new coloring book and crayons my grandma gave me. The book has a paint-by-number page with all the children having blond hair and pink skin. In his coloring book, all the people have brown skin and black hair, and all the trees are green (they have a lot of palm trees and their trunks are rather green). He also wanted to take one of me....thanks for the close-up little one. Anyway, it was fun, as always, to interact with the kid.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br />I had parota for dinner, which were the best thing I have eaten thus far. Reminded me of a Salvadoran Papusa. After dinner, I played with the kids a little bit because they were getting a kick out of the coloring books. They insisted that I color the pages, but they wouldn't let me choose the colors. The family also enjoyed my camera and we engaged in a little photo shoot. It was pretty fun, but I'm still not used to the time and I needed to go to bed around 9pm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5pfmZcYDgRYhT560Ja_cqo6ORd_Yw7cNLX2AJhQJPPuV7k1YBlb0rRz37H-3HO9wSJgKsadd2UlHm7sa135IgPbhzbrXSliYk-J9XZ0YTtbjZxjljTLtr_uOgVg6YxHacLyEoqTg/s1600-h/100_2771.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5pfmZcYDgRYhT560Ja_cqo6ORd_Yw7cNLX2AJhQJPPuV7k1YBlb0rRz37H-3HO9wSJgKsadd2UlHm7sa135IgPbhzbrXSliYk-J9XZ0YTtbjZxjljTLtr_uOgVg6YxHacLyEoqTg/s200/100_2771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204137520777165938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRHtGLtQXigQeQqgBL5asWl0_iFC6acIOW8RsR3tC4aIIgr0_pk5K1OEij0e_1ORvh8muStmkYdeho-otd0lDRJ2p9heZ52j3jT4z-A9wIIOuw2-6qnl6LB60kQiQfBbcUQkhGvE7/s1600-h/100_2768.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRHtGLtQXigQeQqgBL5asWl0_iFC6acIOW8RsR3tC4aIIgr0_pk5K1OEij0e_1ORvh8muStmkYdeho-otd0lDRJ2p9heZ52j3jT4z-A9wIIOuw2-6qnl6LB60kQiQfBbcUQkhGvE7/s200/100_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204137516482198626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkSEkwx25Ab_Cr76l5d7D542zV8gI-oFyVLnAKLoStNfBr5p6fcufFtsqRuIH_IgngPOzaM9yEIqqWqiSOYnun_V-5CDdHVV3nPYowYccZQv9heZY8PvsQCFye5SiMFO-nhrfVTRC/s1600-h/100_2766.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkSEkwx25Ab_Cr76l5d7D542zV8gI-oFyVLnAKLoStNfBr5p6fcufFtsqRuIH_IgngPOzaM9yEIqqWqiSOYnun_V-5CDdHVV3nPYowYccZQv9heZY8PvsQCFye5SiMFO-nhrfVTRC/s200/100_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204137499302329426" border="0" /></a>Paul Adamsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11357838799226908738noreply@blogger.com0