Travel / The Indian Working Class.

I spent one year in India with my wife. While she taught Contemporary Dance I nosed about the crooked streets mingling and photographing the many faces such a place harvests.

Poverty is a strange circumstance to witness, as an onlooker. The faces are cheerful, jubilant and inspiring. Yet they hide a suffering that appears unfixable and only bearable at its very best.

Auto drivers like this guy sit around allday in the glaring heat, in contest with a thousand others in hope of bagging the services of the upperclass.

Some don't even have the courtesy of an engine like this half-blind 75 year old rickshaw labourer.

This Kashmiri man risks the death penalty in Anjuna by providing quality Hashish and other Narcotics to the thousands of tourist that flock Goa's beaches.

This Sherpa accommodated me, and my friends Yatin and Leonard for 3 days and 3 night, cooking 3 meals a day, providing accommodation and a lifetime if tales for a measely $20 all in. Of course there was a discretionary tip that took much convincing.

This family of females man the family restaurant whilst the men are in Delhi buying supplies.

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