Nearly the end of the travels (I think some are more sad about this ending than others). The past two days have heightened the travellers (or pastors, reverend, sisters, brother, “Aussies”- we reply to all the above now) senses, both the good and the ‘interesting/ different’.
TASTE: Starting the day with bread and butter, moving on to chips and bread for lunch the team has hit the town for dinner the past few nights, a step up from the McDonalds (which was welcomed by some perhaps a little too enthusiastically). On Wednesday night we took the autorickshaw to what would be considered the Indian eat street, so many makeshift stalls selling everything from American sweet corn to things that are unidentifiable to the Australian eye. After arriving, a few members were a little unsure about getting off the auto into a street which was possibly our first experience of unglobalised Indian nightlife- we ended up walking into a little hidden treasure that served incredible tandoori chicken, and of course a bounty of naan!
Tonight (Thursday night) we were treated and taken to a restaurant named ‘Top of the Town’ (the amount of stairs we had to take to get there really made the name ring true!). The first experience of using cutlery without feeling like the tourist. Dishes chosen by Benny- the Aussie guide, we are all feeling very well fed!

George and Manoa at the restaurant on Eat Street
SIGHT: Besides looking at George for many hours a day during the lectures, our tour guides (Benny and Manoa- an incredibly devoted man from Pune) have walked us home from dinner through the back street of Nashik the past two nights. Being the first time we have been let loose on the town and having to cross many roads, where a pedestrian crossing means no more than some white decorations on the road, this was an interesting experience. Learning my lesson I wore closed in shoes for the second time! The things you see when not rushing past in a bus- so many different people just doing life that is so different to how we know it in Australia.

In the auto on the way to dinner
SOUND: The sound of car horns is going to haunt me for many months to come (maybe you will be hearing the car horn around the local streets when we all return as it has been so ingrained in us that you honk when you make any move on the road, or just whenever the driver feels like it so may need some time to stop this habit).
Perhaps the most amazing sounds we have been hearing is the stories of the pastors, both how they came to know and love the One and Only True God or the stories about how they are taking risks and evangelising in unwelcoming places and despite the persecution, joy, praise and prayer are still at their forefront as they are on a mission to save their country. One man told us of how he was put into prison and was going to be burnt, he was given 5 minutes to talk to the people, the people heard the gospel and let them go- Praise God that he does do incredible things!
There is a wedding happening at the moment in the foyer of the hotel. Indian weddings are not known for their short length and soft music so we may be in for a long night (feeling sorry for the pastors who are trying hard to study for the final exam tomorrow with Bollywood happening a few meters away). We walked past the wedding before, a few of us had to move on quickly before our dancing feet got the best of us and we disgraced the Australian race! However, it’s a beautiful sight and I’m sure the speeches are actually heartfelt and ‘romantic’, but being in Marathi we have absolutely no idea what’s going on!
TOUCH: Perhaps this sense has not been used a lot during this trip, with bottles of disinfectant being used by certain members after each time they touch any object that is remotely foreign. Others of us just go for it and chose not to think about what we are doing, while in India we might as well be like Indians, right?
SMELL: Let’s just say this is where the bad comes in a little, sitting in a conference room across from a slum or as we discovered could also be named ‘the child’s bathroom’ has lead to some unpleasant smells. On a nicer note, the smells of Indian cooking, of sweets and spices would heighten anyone’s sense of smell- the Indians win the prize for the best use of spice and street side cooking!
Looking forward to moving on to Mumbai tomorrow, but will be sad to leave such passionate and dedicated members of the global church behind.
p.s sorry about the lack of photos, we were trying to keep a low profile as we walked the streets as we were already out of place- Richard’s camera would have made us stand out all the more.
Katie D