So currently I am in India. I’ve been here for a week and already it has been amazing and challenging. Landing in Delhi was a shock to the system. Armed with the knowledge that everyone would try and scam us we still got led on a merry circuit around the city by an amazingly skilled tout claiming to be directing us to the official government tourism office, while actually sending us to a private agency. At least we weren’t taken in enough to buy anything from the agency but it took a massive amount of time out of our day and left us feeling misused. The hop on hop off bus is a great little tourist find though.
From Delhi it was on to Srinagar – Kashmir, which New Zealand travel advisory claims is an extreme risk area and not to go at all. We on the other hand had a peaceful stay on a houseboat where eagles circled above every morning and went on day trips out to the mountains which are a sylvan paradise.
Everywhere I go people ask me if I am Indian. This is a bit complicated for me because yes obviously I am and that is how I identify, but when people ask this what they really mean is are you from India? Which I am not, this is my first time in the country. It has made me navel gaze a bit about being a child of diaspora two times over and how my triple identities intersect. M and I attract a lot of attention so it is best if people don’t think I am Indian but no one believes me when I say I am from New Zealand. I have settled on claiming to be Malaysian which seems to be accepted.