The new journey begins

I arose at 5.45am this morning for meditation. It lasts for one hour and as yet I am not getting it. The yoga is a diferent story. It seems t o be OK
As I ate breakfast the first artist arrived.
Nataniel is from Mozambique. I walked him around the village and he asked if I had been outside the secluded compound. We met up with Sunil the coordinator of the village who through our conversation hadf told us that an indian sim card for our mobiles would get us a cheaper rate. Nataniel and I decided to walk to the nearby village of Ghitorni to get our new sims and some supplies.
We met the guard at the gate and ventured out onto the main rd. Go left and you head for the city of Delhi. Go right and a short walk takes you to Ghitorni. It is a shit fight. Cars, bikes and people clash in a chaotic embrace.It is overwhelming.
For some reason I walked through the village with confidence, fending off the beggars and awed by the atmosphere. Nataniel and I made our way to the shops we wanted to use.
we enjoyed the bartering and finally returned to the village with a feeling of exhaustion. That is the thing about Delhi, it exhausts you with its chaos. We were so thankful that we had our retreat to return to.
The other artists were arriving that night.

The new journey begins

Delhi, India