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Our first Indian train Journey
... men walking round carrying bigs urns of boiling water shouting 'Chai, Chai' there were women coming up to us dressed in beautiful saris but begging for money or food. Stray dogs wandering around sniffing in the rubbish bins etc. Our train arrived on time and we hopped on and found our seet. We had paid for a sleeper class ticket which means you get a sort of bed to sleep on. This is a day time journey ...
Utopian Drive in Himalayas
... we need as we leave behind the warmth of our homes, drive past in the rain swept plains all the way to the deserts across this vastness of our homeland.....
Our countdown has begun and its a long way to go...and as we hit the road we would love to share and hear the cheers...
So here we go......for those of you who haven't yet guessed where we are headed..you would need to wait some more...and track our countdown timer....till the next post comes by :)
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Hellride from Majorda (Goa) to Hospet (Karnataka)
... on the dirt. This is all fine for a short while ... but it turned out to be the case for almost 90% of the journey!
The real issue however was that the opposing traffic was all bloody great big trucks, and I don't mean one or two, I mean tens of thousands, and I am not lying here.
The entire journey was about bumping up and down on a (semi) tar road that was last resealed about 20 years ago, and dodging the oncoming trucks, all ...
V sirotcinci
Po nasem setkani se sympatickym Benediktem a Marii, jsme tedy jeli v patek ve 14. hodin na sraz s nimi, ktery byl v sirotcinci Don Bosco. Katolicka charitativni organizace, kterou zalozil zminovany Don Bosco z Turina a ktera funguje po celem svete.
Po milem setkani s nasimi dvema prateli, jsme byli predstaveni Otcovi, s kterym jsme posedeli a prohodili par slov na zacatku o mistnim sirotcinci. Je tu kolem 120 malych deti, ktere sbiraji street workeri po ...
Christmas and New Year, Indian style
... fascinated by Krishna's Butter Ball.
Further down the coast we arrived in Pondicherry, a French colonial town that does not feel Indian nor French, almost more South American in vibe. A really relaxing place with fabulous cafes offering some marvellous pastries, iced coffees and crepes. Sadly the Toulouse sausages were out of stock, but we had some great meals and celebrated the dawning of 2010.
Before we knew it we ...


