December 11, 2013 | Comments Off on Drink of water, please | Betsy Woodman
Walk by any little grocery store in India and you see the water, placed right up front so you can easily grab a couple of bottles—20 rupees each for the large size (about 30 U.S. cents.)
You’ll find bottled beverages even at the End of the World—i.e., at the café at Bhagsu Falls, outside Dharamshala.
On my recent trip, I bought my share of the darned things. On the Shatabdi Express train from Dehra Dun to Delhi, a guy came around with a free bottle for each passenger; I didn’t refuse it, even though I’d already brought one aboard.
In the otherwise impeccably kept Lodhi Gardens in Delhi, this one ended up on the ground.
The advice in the guidebooks to travelers in India is to crush empty plastic bottles so they won’t be refilled and passed off as new. So I did that, and tossed the empties in the waste basket, cringing every time. At home in New Hampshire, I recycle the few plastic containers I use. I actually don’t need this reminder from the dump–make that transfer station–in Andover:
When I got back to Boston, I stayed at my nephew’s overnight. He had very thoughtfully prepared the guest room—with two water bottles placed on the pillow of the bed. I didn’t use them; the tap water was great.