Incredible
Remember I told you about Kathi that I met in Russia , well we are going to travel together for
two weeks here in India and
I’m really glad about that, as India
is not so easy by yourself.
Delhi
We arrive in Delhi
for Diwali, the festival of lights and veneration of the goddess of money,
Lakshmi. Our host in Delhi
lives in an amazing house that looks more like an art gallery, in a private residence. We stay in the penthouse,
with a king size bed and private bathroom. The Lotus Temple is a ten minutes
walk from his place and is indeed the reproduction of a gigantic Lotus flower.
It is the house of worship of Bahai, all religions are welcome in this temple.
On our way back we pay a visit to the Krishna Temple
where Diwali festivities are being carried out. Look at the beautiful light on
the praying flowers…India
is that for me, colours, and more colours, smells, you can get drunk with the
different smells there. I have never experienced a country so extreme with
beauty and so full of misery.
Agra
You shouldn’t try to visit The Taj on a Friday, it is
closed. All the guidebooks say it, the travelers write it on forums and blogs,
but we still show up at six in the morning to watch the sunrise over the Taj…
What to do? We take a local bus to Fatepur Sihkri, an abandoned town 40 km from Agra to spend the day; beautiful temples,
buildings witnessing a period of prosperity gone. Nobody knows why this city
was left to die. Water shortage is mentioned, but there is a river nearby so
the reasons remain a mystery.
6 AM on the next day we show up again at the gates of
the Taj Mahal. They didn’t lie, it is indeed the most beautiful building in the
world. Actually it is perfect. Constructed by a husband to his wife as a proof
of the love he felt for her, it is said he chopped off the hands of the
builders so that they would never be able to reproduce anything as beautiful.
Unfortunately for him, the wife died and the creator was put in jail shortly
after the Taj was finished and thus spent the rest of his life watching it from
his cell... Look at the trompe l’oeil on the column, the shine of gold on the
gems encrusted in the marble. The weather is misty this morning, because of the
pollution mainly, and the Taj emerges from it, majestic and symbol of eternal love
and beauty.
Jaipur
Jaipur, the pink city, home to elephants and Amber
Fort, only ten minutes’ walk from our couchsurfer, Shubham’s house.
His grandmother has cows in her backyard and from her courtyard we see the fort
and the Jaipur version of the Chinese great wall. Shubham brings us to a
cricket game with his brother and cousins and after we take a ride on an
elephant in the elephant village nearby. In the evening his family invites us
to celebrate the auntie’s wedding anniversary. Everyone in the jeep, we have to
push start it! After eating in a nice restaurant, some family members are still
hungry so we stop to have some more in a street kitchen…Is this strange? No, this is India !
Pushkar
Home to the annual camel fair, once a year Pushkar
fills up with thousands of camels, horses and other tradable animals; salesmen from
all over India
travel a long way to come here to make business. Tourists also fill up the
streets, the hotels, the restaurants… Can you guess the price of one camel? There
is a special atmosphere in the camel camp, especially at sunset. I never knew camels
were such sweet animals. In the center of Pushkar there is a holy lake. We take
off our shoes to walk around it, observing the purification rituals performed
by locals. I love the monkeys here, so different from the “red-faced” ones seen
before. They are even polite J
Varanasi
The mother of rivers, sacred and pure… considered the
most polluted water on earth, containing almost no oxygen, to devotees it can
even be drunk because the water of the holy mother cannot be filthy. Difficult
to understand for us, it seems logical once you are there. All life (and death) in Varanasi is concentrated around the Ganges .
People wash themselves, their clothes in the water, their dead are burned and the
rests are thrown in the water. Some people cannot be burned, as children or
pregnant women, so their bodies are weighted down with rocks and thrown
directly it the mother’s bosom. Children at a very young age start drinking the
water and it is also used for cooking, Fascinating is the only word I can use
to describe what happens in Varanasi .
Good Karma, Bad Karma.; words that are on everybody’s lips. I don’t dare to put
even a fingertip in the water. Banana, our boat driver, invites Kathi and me
into his home. We spend some hours with his family, talking, his daughter even
paints us with henna. I think the tea we drank was cooked on holy water...This is true Indian hospitality!
photos Varanasi
photos Varanasi
Kolkata
Only one and a half day in Kolkata, the city of joy.
Arindam and his mother welcome me with open arms. Arindam celebrates his 26th
birthday with delicious food prepared by his mother. I consider kidnapping her
as my stomach seems very satisfied with her cooking skills. We go to the
cinema. If you have the chance to see this film: LIFE OF PI in 3D you
definitely should! http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454876/
I go to the nicer parts of Kolkata on Arindam’s
advice. After paying a visit to the market where someone tries to sell me… a
table! I pay a visit to Queen Victoria
memorial before heading to the airport with Arindam.
photos Kolkata
photos Kolkata
What more is there to say? This is India , anything can and will
happen.
Coucou. Incredible India. Tu l'as dit.. et vécu. Je suis très impressionné qu'en si peu de temps passé en Inde tu as réussi a visiter autant et à le faire partager avec autant d'esprit de synthèse et d'authenticité. Je me souviendrais toujours de ma brillante question: tu t'es baignée dans le Gange? Et de ta réponse éclair: ARE U MAD? Bisouuuuu
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