July 16-19, 2011. It was a holiday unlike any other. We boarded the plane with pills of all kinds and fervent prayers to be spared from diarrhoea. We found a city laden with dust, spit and sidewalks for hard beds. Our stomach muscles tightened and our hearts played skip as we sat in dented cabs driven by crazy drivers addicted to the sound of their horns.
In truth, Calcutta and her homeless children do not have much to offer the regular tourist. But if you’re willing to walk its dusty streets as a traveller, the city will open your eyes to the extreme poverty that exists in this side of the world. Gratefulness isn’t an option - with hardly any souvenirs to buy, it’s something you’ll gladly pack back home.
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