“Where is dad?” Olivia asked.
“I am confused…so confused..I am actually very confused,” Vikas, our Couchsurfing host in Delhi, said with an Indian accent and a puzzled look when Annie asked him whether it is better for our girls to wear traditional Indian clothing. “Every guest keeps saying this to me.”
Annie continued, “We heard that if we wear traditional Indian clothing that covers down to the ankle, man will less likely to harass us. Is that true?”
“Well…I don’t know…I guess so…but I really have never seen that..” Vikas stumbled a bit with his words. Continue reading The Transformation of Sir Vikas — Delhi, India
“Dad, isn’t that an abandoned building?” Nathan asked with a slight fear in his voice.
The abandoned building had broken doors and windows that were patched with wooden planks or locked up with metal bars and padlocks. The surrounding walkways were overgrown with weeds. The lot was surrounded by fences made of shiny grey aluminum sheets, the type that one normally see at construction sites.
“Let’s first go in and see…and see if it will work out. If not, we can always leave,” I encouraged the children. Continue reading The Miracle of Routine – Urban “Camping” in Bishkek
“Dad I don’t want to stay here, it’s like living in a cave!” This was the place where my dad choose to stay after three days of camping. We were expecting to have good living conditions once we got back to the city, but instead we got The Cave. Living there was an interesting and new experience. Continue reading The Cave
In Psalm 111:4 it says, “He has caused his wonders to be remembered”. Indeed we have seen countless of wonders on this trip—the endless towering Great Wall of China, the breathtaking view of the rap seed flowers of Qinghai lake with snow mountains behind it, and the deep red sun setting behind the thousand years old rock formations at Yadan. But of all the wonders we had encountered, none beats the wonder of people. Each person we had met has greeted us with nothing but kindness, taking us into their own homes, showing us where to go, and going beyond what’s asked for as a stranger and a host. Through the people I have met on this trip, I learned that hospitality is not just a job but also a lifestyle—living is about the “Living”. Continue reading Living is About the “Living”