I arrive in late September to spend around three weeks visiting some places in India. Being there, I understood why it is called the Indian sub-continent.
I arrived to Mumbai and soon visited the warm post-monsoon Goa. There I enjoyed the beach time with the Austrian clown, Stefan, and Monica from UK. They were nice days whith chilling moments, sunsets, good food, relaxing mood, warms temperatures and few people on the beach. Just before the invasion by foreigners. Goa is too touristic in high season.
I just came from Jog Falls in Karnataka and wanted to enjoy a few days before starting travelling alone. Juan was sad because he felt that the time we spent together was too short, but we planned to meet again later on, in another lap of my trip.
I arrived to Mumbai and soon visited the warm post-monsoon Goa. There I enjoyed the beach time with the Austrian clown, Stefan, and Monica from UK. They were nice days whith chilling moments, sunsets, good food, relaxing mood, warms temperatures and few people on the beach. Just before the invasion by foreigners. Goa is too touristic in high season.
I just came from Jog Falls in Karnataka and wanted to enjoy a few days before starting travelling alone. Juan was sad because he felt that the time we spent together was too short, but we planned to meet again later on, in another lap of my trip.
My trip.
I met the French guys in Goa train station, at midnight. We were supposed to travel together to the south, to Kerala. Train stop: Kochi.
They were very nice. Just a two friends who travel every now and then together around the globe. It did give me another notion of travelling "alone" and I could learn many things from them and from the places: Kochi, Marari and Allepey along with the backwaters.
I flew to Jaipur, where I met Ali, a young rickshaw driver. I wanted to leave the city (I was in a bad mood those days, since Marari beach). He was the only person in a time who had the chance to ask me: what's wrong with you? Let me help you. And he took it.
They were very nice. Just a two friends who travel every now and then together around the globe. It did give me another notion of travelling "alone" and I could learn many things from them and from the places: Kochi, Marari and Allepey along with the backwaters.
I flew to Jaipur, where I met Ali, a young rickshaw driver. I wanted to leave the city (I was in a bad mood those days, since Marari beach). He was the only person in a time who had the chance to ask me: what's wrong with you? Let me help you. And he took it.
Rajasthan was amazing. I felt it so close to me: Udaipur, Jodhpur and the Vipassana.
I didn't go to Jaisalmer because I felt it could spoil the desert in me. The desert I left in my beloved Egypt. Sahara.
I didn't go to Jaisalmer because I felt it could spoil the desert in me. The desert I left in my beloved Egypt. Sahara.
Yes, I was feeling melancholic.
This is how I arrived to Delhi, after the Vipassana. I changed. Actually I could feel the change in me, or the change in the world within me. It's hard to explain. Nothing weird, just hard.
This is how I arrived to Delhi, after the Vipassana. I changed. Actually I could feel the change in me, or the change in the world within me. It's hard to explain. Nothing weird, just hard.
I continued through the touristic route to Agra and the wonderful Taj Mahal, Varanasi. Then, I went to Bodhgaya and up to Darjeeling, where I met the winter and the Himalayas. It changed something in me.
I want nature. That's how I feel good.
I want nature. That's how I feel good.
A trip through Sikkim later I went to Calcutta to catch my plane to Andaman, where I spent around one month.
The islands made my thoughts go into a rollercoaster ride and landing in Calcutta for a few days with so weird things that happened in those four days didn't help me much. Or actually helped me a lot.
