Arriving in Nellore

We made it to Nellore. The train trip was another amazing sight. We traveled pass a small village of thatch-roofed huts, some of the most adverse poverty that I've ever seen.  If I could have snapped photos I would, but the double-paned, yellow-tinted and scratched windows haven't worked well for photography. We passed more farms, salt harvesting farms, tobacco, corn, and rice patty fields. The wear of this trip is showing in my semi-swollen right ankle.  I know I have to drink more water and stay off my feet when possible.

We had to run off the train when reaching the Nellore station since the train stops for only 1 minute at this station. We were greeted by our Nellore delegation of 5 men. Pastor Kumar is the head of the church. We were sent by van to our Nellore hotel, Hotel Venkatesh. It's not as good as the last hotel. We have a shower but once the staff again the staff had to heat our water for showers.  We ate at a really nice multi-cultural restaurant in downtown Nellore. Nellore is a busy town. Reminds you  of a small metropolis. Busy streets, plenty of shops and billboards and neon signs line the streets. It is very similar to Hyderabad, but with beautiful lighted fountains throughout the city. I like it here. But we will only be here for less than 24-hours.  By 9am we will be up and out for breakfast. The graduation is in the morning and we have an afternoon flight to New Delhi.  Pastor Kumar invited us to his home after we ate chipatti, chicken and gravy, and chicken fried rice. His family was as hospitable as all the other people we've encountered. His wife prepared an expensive fish for us that we, of course, were obligated to eat...even though we just finished a complete meal. The couple has 2 daughters, one who is married at the age of 18. Pastor Kumar also showed us video of his children's ministry, reaching nearly 450 children. His home was mall with narrow stairs that go to an upstairs area. The married daughter lives around the corner from her parents. The younger daughter is about 8 or 9. We came back to the hotel and are prepared for bed. I'm tired and mom wants to talk but the power has gone out 3 times tonight. The one thing you can not count on in India is reliable power. I'm going to bed. It should be about noon back home. I wonder how my friends are doing.

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