I woke up at 5.15am this morning ready to go to the Sunrise service at BBC.
Raj took ages to get ready so we were late for the service by 30 minutes and so missed most of the worship, which I was pretty gutted about. The service took place on the roof and because we were late we had to stand. I’m not complaining it’s just that I had an aching back from getting used to the hard bed. I don’t complain to Raj mind because that would just be rude and very un-British.
The preacher was a Kiwi called doctor Ian Pain and I found the content of the preach was really good, theoretically trying to disprove the resurrection of Jesus by closely examining the circumstance around the event, but I felt he lacked any dynamics and was very monotonous, elongating a lot of his words. Plus, all I was thinking about was my back. How unchristian of me!
There were two baptisms as well, which doesn’t seem much of a big thing here. I have found that no-one claps or rejoicing physically when someone decides to dedicate themselves to the Lord, something which we do a lot of back home.
After the service we had breakfast on the roof, which consisted of curry, again! All this spicy food is making me constipated I think, it was nice though and I ate my fare share. I’m getting a bit frustrated with people always offering me more and never taking, ‘No’ for an answer. Raj and Manoj says its part of the culture to feed their guests plenty and they find it rude when something is left.
I am so tired, but Raj insists on taking me to the local market where he would usually get his meat from. The people in and around the market are always trying to sell you things shouting, ‘Hello Sir!’, or something else in a different language.
Unfortunately my camera ran out of battery on the way to the market, otherwise I would be showing you all sorts of pictures of dead chicken and unclean beef just dangling for rusted shelves. I truly was quite disgusting and the smell was horrendous, especially in the fish market.
After the local market we walked to Commercial Street where the higher class shops were and where you would find branded clothes. The people in this part of town are also vastly different from the local market, wearing trendier clothes and spending more money. There aren’t any beggars either like in the market.
People begging is something which I have gotten used to very quickly, just saying, ‘No’ or giving them some sweets or maybe a couple of rupee (pence) just so they’re satisfied. It doesn’t really bother me, unless they follow you around and start prodding you.
I think the Lord is changing my heart to really start to care and be aware of true desperation. I think this is a big part of my trip; opening my eyes to the things unseen in the UK.
I came home and had a long knap whilst my clothes washed. We had lamb and chicken biriani for tea which Raj’s aunty had made for us; it was lush I might add. I think I’m getting the hang of just eating with your right hand. All I have to do now is learn to wipe my backside with my left hand only.
We planned to meet Steve, Raj’s friend, for some lemon tea, but on the way I decided I needed to go home due to terrible stomach pains. THAT’S RIGHT, DIARRHEA!!! I have a very restless night, having to try and control my bowels. I would go into the intimate details of everything, but I won’t. If you would like to know more about my diarrhoea trouble, please email me and I’ll tell you the whole story!
Sunday, 19 April 2009
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