A sunset - a recovery

Dear Sam,

It was already 1 o'clock when I arrived Ellora and I was supposed to be back to Aurangabad by 4:30 pm for the bus. So I had about 2 and a half hour for the caves... enough and yet not enough. I actually planned to go to Ellora very early in the morning (this time I did wake up very early). I calculated 60 rs for the return bus ticket, 10 rs entry fee and 10 rs even for a chai. By noon I'd be back to Aurangabad, find a Western Union for the money dear Lulu sent me, have my lunch and head to Gujarat. That would've been a perfect way to manage an almost unmanageable day - a "studentic" way, a Bengali way. Well, I went German instead. I played it "safe" -.-.

I woke up at 7 o'clock just to wait in an internet cafe until 10 for the (apparently) only Western Union in Aurangabad. I had the bad luck of meeting the most incompetent bankers in a most unprofessional site for a bank! I checked out from that Youth Hostel (just fyi: Lonely Planet has even taken them down from the recent edition) as soon as I could. The manager also was not the friendliest person I've met. Or may be he had a bad day/night like me too.

I actually got a bit insecure about the bus fare and the entry fee. May be the bus fare's 40 rs and not 30 rs! How would I come back then? And for the entry fee - foreigners pay 250 rs (though it's 10 rs for Indians). But as a SAARCian I've been paying just as much as the Indians everywhere, every time! I always take a chance. I don't know why I didn't do that today.

Anywho, then I was there at Ellora. I was saved. I had my money. Guess how much the bus fare was! Yes, 30 rs. Guess how much the entry fee was! Yes, 10 rs. You know the feeling when you knew from the very beginning that your plan AT the very beginning would work, but then you chicken out and change your plans just to find out it was not a clever idea to change the plan after all? Exactly! I hate Murphy's law too :-P.

I travelled around 1900 km, spent 35 hours in sleeper and passenger classes and dingy stations, crossed 3 states, halfslept for 3 hours with the fear of the worst nightmare that can happen to a girl ... just to spend 10 hours in Aurangabad and 2.5 hours of it in Ellora! At least if I had followed my initial plan, I could have had twice as much time for the spendiferous caves! And just like the little red cherry on the top of the whipped cream of a Schwarzwald-Kirsch-Torte, I found a Western Union at the private bus station on Adalat road when I came back from Ellora. By the look of that place (very busy and touristy), I bet it would've taken the usual 10 minutes to get the money instead of the 45 minutes I had to waste this morning.

Fail! Epic fail! Maha fail in Maharashstra! But... I had a good time in the caves. In fact, a great time. It was like going back to childhood, exploring every dark corner with the faint hope of seeing a lurking snake. I started at the southest (Buddhist) point from cave 1 and hiked till the last Hindu cave to the north and then cheated by taking an auto-rickshaw to the Jain ones :-P. The Buddhist caves were... well, Buddhist! Beaming with peace - calm and quiet. Only a few people were there (the crowd was mainly at the Kailash Temple, which I kept aside for a perfect conclusion). I even saw a headless preaching Buddha, either in the Do Thal or in the Tin Thal, I think. Did you see that one?

The Hindu caves were architecturally less boring. I mean, they looked like a lot's going on. I think I saw Shiva doing a Tae-Kwon-Do move at his Nataraja form in the Das Avatara cave (the cave with Nandi, his bull). I was positively surprised that no kids were riding on Nandi! They never miss a chance of playing the Rodeo on the first inanimate animal they meet in front of any Hallway. But one simply does not ride on a bull, specially if the name is Nandi :-D.

They closed the narrow passage between the last two Hindu caves (with the waterfall with no water in between) because of a small avalanche or so. I didn't know that. No signs warned me and when one did, it was too late. I was already there and I had no time to go back. All the people from the last Hindu cave helplessly watched me passing the partly fence-less narrow passage, jumping over the very small avalanche-boulders. Terrific. LOL. One small girl even asked me, "Didi, aap ko darr nahi laga"? I said, "Nahi" ;-).

The Jain caves after that were filled up with lots and lots of people...pushing each other as usual. The stairs were so steep and slippery that anything can happen anytime. And it did. A woman with a baby in her arms tripped...just before me (I did NOT push. I do NOT do such things. So stop smirking). Both were fine, when I left. I had no time but I checked. It's my civic duty to check (imagine me pulling up my chin sky high ... :-D)!

The best was, of course, the Kailash Temple! It was fascinating! 100 years of top-down-chiselling of 400,000 tons of rocks to build the world's largest monolithic monument! Ammayyyzing! Once again I was thinking how very little impressed I was when I saw the Taj Mahal for the very first time (the roof top view from the hotel was way better though). I was inside the complex and saw it and thought to myself, "Ah okay! That's the Taj Mahal. Nice. Now what else do we do! Let's make some funny pictures." And for the Kailash Temple, I went inside the complex and saw it and ... looked at it again ... and again and again. I just couldn't stop looking at this marvel! 

And now I'm in the bus heading to Ahmedabad, Little Rann of Kutch. precisely. The AC upper berth is just what I needed after my Backpacker's moral breakdown (you know what I mean). I never knew such buses existed. But still, was it really worth it? This trip? I feel exhausted. Physically. Mentally. And since our last silent telepathic fight, also emotionally. I quit. I'm going back.

That's what I thought until I saw the most beautiful and dangerous scene ever in my life just some moments ago.

We are crossing a very narrow road - definitely not eligible for two-way traffic - around the mountains (with traces of broken fence and car parts). I can see the 5 cm distance between life and death. And I can see the majestic Deccan Plateau with the patchwork valley down there at this heavenly red sunset.

I'm not going back.

<3 - TZ

13.05.13

Self realization kann mich mal

Dear Sam,

No more, no more, no more. Just no more! No more journeys in the sleeper class or worse, passenger class, no more waiting with strangers on a semi-dark platform in a strange city, no more getting unwillingly extremely cozy with Indians in a train, no more feeling cheated by the auto-rickshaw driver for the umpteenth time, no more swallowing the urine-stink every time I breathe, no more ... just no more. No more India! I've had it all! I don't know any more why I'm doing this or what was the reason that changed my mind and I took off for this blistering bullsh** backpacking instead of taking off directly to Munich! Self realization? Adventure? Knowing the unknown?

It's 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm in a very dubious dormitory (it says ladies) with 8 other empty beds (I've taken 2) and I'm just sooo scared! There's an attached bathroom which can be opened from the other side and THAT door can't be closed!

And the really odd caretaker who let me in at 12 o'clock at night (yes 12 o'clock, I usually don't "plan" such late arrivals; thank you Indian Railway), took the money for the night (120 rs) almost forcefully... without giving me any receipt for that. He kept saying, "You take receipt tomorrow from manager" and I kept saying, "You take money tomorrow from me"... but in vain! That creep was sliding alarmingly nearer while sitting beside me explaining how to fill up the check-in form. I had done that loads of time by now -.-, "it" always asks the same usual cowdung. I got really rude to him the moment I felt uncomfortable.

I'm scared, have got only 80 rs in my pocket and haven't eaten anything except the snacks that the Andhra Pradesh family (coming from Shirdi's Sai Baba's) shared with me, my throat is as dry as an unused toilet paper and I'm confused and I'm scared :-(. I'll just go find a Western Union first thing in the morning, collect the money, flash through Ellora, head to Ahmedabad (since the ticket's already on my mobile phone), cancel the 2 idiotically worthless tickets and take the first train back to Chennai.

I'm even dreading the sleeper coach journey later this evening! Harry and his friends were travelling by a sleeper coach when the accident happened. What if I die? What if I never see my family again? What if I never see YOU again?

I'll go read Tom Sawyer if I want Adventure. I'll go finish the whole Wikipedia alphabetically if I want to know the unknown. Self realization kann mich mal. I wanna go home :-(.

<3 - TZ

13.05.13

Ellora bound

Dear Sam,

The Mangala-Lakshadweep Express crawled up north along the Malabar coast the last 24 hours. Right now we are crossing Mumbai and I'm having one last glimpse of the gorgeous Kankan hills and listening to (believe it or not) White Christmas by Bing Crosbi. I again had a crazy idea of getting down at Thivim when I found out we would cross Madgaon, Thivim and Pernem. I really really had an urge to do that because Arambol is only a couple of hours away from Thivim. But luckily, the train crossed Goa in the dark when I was fast asleep without giving me any chance of being spontaneous :-P. So I'm heading to Aurangabad and I'l have to draw the Ellora caves with my paintbrushes. No Ajanta, coz no time!

Before getting into the train, I thought of buying the tickets from Ahmedabad to Amritsar (Kapil already booked the night coach from Aurangabad to Ahmedabad for me). You know how heavily these trains are booked. The thought of a train ticket can cost a great deal of mental peace you know! The guy in the inquiry counter told me there are seats available in tourist quota. First I have to take a sleeper class from Ahmedabad to New Delhi and then AC chair from New Delhi to Amritsar. This was THE best connection given the fact that I'm in a tight schedule and would love to journey by night and travel by day.

So, what do I do? I go to the counter next to the inquiry and ask for the two tickets and pay 1105 rs. Then head cheerfully to platform no. 1. My train leaves in 10 minutes. Made everything in time :-).

I found my lowerberth (SL9) in a very empty S5 compartment; took a look at my two newly bought tickets and ironically enough, I had to appreciate my mottoes "Trust no one" - Fox Mulder and "Constant vigilance" - Mad-eye Moody, once again in my life. There was no seat printed on the tickets. They said RLWL 265 and WL 153. That Raiway bi*** did not give me Foreign Tourist tickets. I paid fudging 1105 rs to be put into the waiting list. I mean WHO on earth would BUY or SELL a ticket with a 265th waiting list??? Now I'l have to pay some extra bucks ONLY AT Ahmedabad to get a confirmed ticket. That Rail way bi*** should be fed to Aragog's sons and daughters -.-. It's been one whole day that I've been trying to cool down. I'm still not over it.

The Indian Railway hast the most number of employees (almost one and a half million) in the whole world. Apparently not so apt with the computerized system and only one of such employee is good enough to rob you off your peace. Just because of these 2 useless tickets, I'm traveling with only 600 rs right now. First thing in Aurangabad: find a Western Union.

This is my 3rd time in sleeper class. The first time was to Goa with Jules in March and the second time was on the 4th towards Kanyakumari. Both journeys were nice and pleasant. But this time, traveling up north by sleeper!!! NEVER do that! Okay, may be once, just for the experience. But it's worse than your worst nightmare -.-. The word "chaotic" is not enough to describe the entropy here; it's just too high! Mothers beating their kids, pulling them by the ear or even hair. Bummers begging desperately as if they were in some sort of competition... who can display his/her misery the best (or the worst?) way. And even the local folks getting into the train are way rude. I witnessed how a nice-well-off looking man uprooted the kid sleeping beside me using really harsh words to the mother and made place for his daughter (or may be wife) and her 2 kids. He even demanded that I show him my ticket. I think he was wishing to get rid of me too. I just said, "Are you the TC?" We, he wasn't traveling. It was just his daughter or may be wife with her 2 kids and that woman is in no way of the pleasant kind either. We neither of the families had any confirm tickets. But you can always pay 200 rs to get a confirmed ticket on board (and you have to be a bit lucky too). Apparently, just from the look of it, the previous family can't afford that and the assholic one can.

Die Leute sind einfach so aufdringlich hier. Ja, die draengen sich in Indien ueberall auf. But in a north bound sleeper? I wouldn't even wish that to my enemy. And you'll just have to live with that pungent stink of Indian pee. Period.

But I'll have to tell you once again. At a certain point, none of these matters any more. Indifferenec. Meh. And then you look around and laugh at the silly things that are quite usual for Indians. Like buying FOUR cups of Chai out of the window at stations when the train is about to leave and the racing of the Cha-walah holding the window bars till he gets paid! India is incredible.

<3 - TZ

12.05.13

The early bird watches the Kathakali

Dear Sam,

I suck!! I'm that lazy little gone-with-the-flow-idiotic-backpacker -.-. I missed the 6:30 am train from Varkala to Alleppey. The next train was at 10:30 and that shifted my whole day plan 4 hours behind :-(. Shoot!!! I really wanted to see the Kathakali dance at Fort Kochi. I arrived Kochi at 8:30 pm, when they're already finished -.- . You can see the Kathakali dance everyday here ... starts around 5 pm, goes till 8 pm. But I can't make it tomorrow anymore. My train leaves from Ernakulam at 1 pm. Fudge!!!

I could have just taken the bus from Alleppey to Kochi and it would have taken only an hour, but as pissed I am that I missed Kathakali, I'm just as glad (may be gladder) that I didn't go to Kochi direct from Alleppey.

I don't know where you did your backwaters cruise, but I listened to Mathieu and went to Alleppey. Unlike a lot and like a few of us Internationals in the campus, I took the public ferry from Alleppey to Kottayam. And God's own country owned me again! I tell you Sam, if I wrote something about the palm-green being magnificent yesterday, that was just a fraction of what I saw today :-O. I was a bit skeptic in the beginning when we were boarding. The man-made canal literally stank like poo. But once we were out in the Vembanad Lake, I was struck by the awesomeness. Have you come across the floating saucers? I mean the small circular bamboo fishing-boats? They are sooo tiny and funny! One day when I have my own lake house, I'm gonna import one of those floating saucers from Kerala :-)

The ferry ride and the views reminded me of Rangamati. It's not in India, it's in Bangladesh. Take a boat ride through the waters and the protruding hills there. I think that's even more beautiful, or may be you can't compare them.

We came across many many houseboats there in the lake. I heard it takes 5000 rs. for a day cruise by a houseboat. Tihi... humble me paying 9 rs. for 2 hours has enjoyed no less than a houseboat dweller :-D.

So we were going; over the different depths/ trenches(?) through the backwaters of Kerala; sometimes with surface plain ans calm like in an aquarium, sometimes with small rippling waves and sometimes with gigantic counter waves "ejected" by the "houseboat enemy front". All of it was thrilling. In the end of the journey the ferry took a right turn somewhere and that narrow not man-made canal with coconut palms bowing down towards us was more than any majestic archway in any palace in India!

The public ferry didn't drop us exactly at Kottayam, we had to take a shuttle bus. This is how things work in India :-D. You don't ask why. You just know how it is and just show some patience (... and at a certain point indifference. Meh).

Oh, about the "we. Wang Yue from China was with me all the time. We met at Alleppey boat jetty. He was coming from Varkala too. And now we are staying in the same place in Fort Kochi. We took a bus from Kottayam to Ernakulam. About Kerala being red! Kollam was not nearly as red as what I saw on the Kottayam-Ernakulam road. Or may be mu Chennai-eyes are just too much used to the many many pictures of Jayalalitha :-P.

If you ask for photos (which you would I know. You did when Jules and I came back from our backpacking in March), I don't have any -.-. My Leica is out of its mojo. I can't find that Lithium 3V battery anywhere. My good friend Lulu told me to draw them instead. Once I'm done with my paintings, I'll hae an "India-scenic-scenes" exhibition and might send you one or two at a really good price :-D.

I thought I had the Vembanad Lake today already. I was wrong. The lake spans between Ernakulam and Fort Kochi too. The late evening ferry ride through the lake with all those big ships (smaller than I've been in) around the "Cochin dockyard" made me nostalgic :-( ... reminded me so much of my childhood on different ports with my pops!

But still, if, only if, I would have got up early, I could have had all of these AND the Kathakali experience too. I really have to come back to India. If you wanna join, raise your hand!!!

<3 - TZ

10.05.13

In God's own country

Dear Sam,

I think I lost my “a materialist and a moralist too” mojo and go addicted to this place like any other tourists coming to India and spending weeks in the beaches. I barely believe that they’re in “love” with India (what they claim). I think they’re in love with the idea of being in India and still having everything for a waaayyy cheaper price than that they have back home…quasi, they are in love with the lifestyle! And I’m turning into one of them! Hilfe! I was supposed to be in Kochi today!

Went to the beach yesterday and got myself fried for 4 hours :-D. . The dinner with my Shiva Garden mates afterwards was simply great (heck I don’t blame the tourists being in love with the lifestyle :-P).

I went to Kollam for a canoe trip around the Munroe island and instead of going ahead to Alleppey, I came back to Varkala. Met a very in-a-funny-kind-of-weird German from Jena there in Kollam. He was in Sri Lanka and spotted not one, but FOUR blue whales there. Apparently you can do whale-spotting in Sri Lanka, now that the tension’s over.

We had a 30 minutes car ride through Kollam to the canoe. It was only then that I realized how red Kerala is! Chavez here, Chavez there! Thanks to Lonely Planet I knew that Kerala is the first example of electing a communist government democratically. Now they have elected a democratic government (United Democratic Front aka UDF) democratically. I also had an “idea” about democratic-socialist Kerala while reading “God of small things” in 2000. The whole Kollam town was covered in red flags and posters. May be they had a political meeting going on. It was nice to see the green village after the endlessly red town.

The canoe trip was really soothing … and fun? Roy was jumping so restlessly that I tough he’d swamp us. The whole canal around the island is man-made and man also made the small (and many many) hyphen like bridges between the shores. The hyphens were built high enough for canoes to pass and low enough to duck if you’re sitting on it (and if you are a good boy) or just stand up and walk over and get back to the canoe again (if you are a rowdy). Roy and me, it seemed as if we both are not the goody-goody kids :-D. . We even climbed up a coconut palm (I went first... muahahahaha).

Hey don’t be jealous! You are also having fun in your own way without m! I do wish you were here but it was you who told me “Alleine in Indien reisen, muss man gemacht haben”! And I thank you for that.

Apart from the fun, when the hyphens were not interfering, there was also more to it. The sun, hot as always; the humid vapors fuming out of the soil; the tangy stale air that you can smell AND taste; the trance and silence, occasionally paused by the fisherman’s boy rattling the scare-crow rope with bottles filled with pebbles… (the list would go on if I don’t stop) …But above all, it was the green that awed me. That continuous dark shade of palm-green in a patch! (I’ve seen something like that only in Bangladesh before… that continuous bright shade of paddy-green in a patch).

Green. If you want to see this color, stay in Germany. If you want to feel his color, come to God’s own country.

<3 - TZ
09.05.13

Credo Ut Intelligam

Dear Sam,

I took a train from  Trivandrum to Varkala on Monday, I think it was the day before yesterday. Stupid me. I had a seat but I noticed it when I got down. LOL. I was standing between all passengers, men and women alike. I can't still make out what's printed on those tickets. I'd need a magnifying glass for that.

It was still raining when I got down. And the room that I got? It was raining in there too (...so I got it for 250 rs. only). The nice caretaker Liju put a bucket under the dripping ceiling and surprisingly, I did fall asleep to the creepy tap... tap... tap... tap... while staring at a monstrous and furious Shiva on the wall!

Time seemed to have stopped here. The dark brick-reddish ominous cliffs; the little almost empty beaches with a dash of black volcanic sand (exceptionally clean); the swooshing white waves resembling the white river horses outside Rivendell; the hungry hawks flying beneath me against the the wind along the cliffs and diving right into the Lakshadweep See; the evening stroll down that rocky dam pursed between water and earth; the swaying of the permanently 60 degree-angled coconut palms; the chitchat with the friendly fishermen from the Muslim village... I can just write on and on and on. This is different than Goa. Goa was nur Spass! Goa was party, Goa was Yolo. Varkala is zur Ruhe kommen, Varkala is sanity, Varkala is me and myself!You told me that you'd like to visit this place. Please do. And when you do, know that I was here too.

I met a bunch of immensely interesting personalities in Shiva Garden (the place where I'm staying). Pascuale the Italian Yogee, Nicolas the French Reiki-Healer, Ravi the American who's been meditating for 2 days in his room and won't come out... and many others!

Pascuale explained the meaning of ঔ on my bracelet (damn I can't find the "Chandra Bindu" on the keyboard, but you know what I mean :-P). I knew it stands for the main essence but theoretically it was just the 10th (and the last) vowel with the 39th (and the last again) consonant of the Bengali alphabet. Did you know that the upperleft curve stands for Brahma the Creator (or the +, Pascuale would say) while the lowerleft one for Shiva the Destroyer (or the -) and the trunk on the right for Vishnu the Preserver (or the 0 as a balance between +/-)? Well, I didn’t. And all these three contribute together to form the Trimurti (…sounds familiar? Yeah, the Trinity; but it’s not exactly the same… partially, may be)! The Trimurti are the main representatives of the Brahman (the one and only) who is depicted by the Chandra Bindu.

I also had a weird and surprising Reiki-haling experience (I still don’t belive in Reiki). Nicolas was doing some funny movements with his hands and mumbling to himself… something like … “Mhm, mhm, this Chakra doesn’t seem quite okay, oh, this Chakra is very powerful (winking as if the “power” would blind him … lol), hmm, I’ve sen that before, oh something’s wrong here”… and then he asks me about my back and kindneys! I was like…”Wtf dude? Howzzat possible”!?!

I remember what Pascuale told me about spiritualism. If I’m looking for an explanation for the missing link between the reason and the faith, I should look deeper into my own religion first. I’ve always said that I’m a muslim because I was born to muslim parents and that I’m a bit reluctant to practice because it was forced upon me. But I’m always open to everyone, every belief and every opinion; I understand, but I don’t have to believe if I don’t want to. Spiritualism is nothing but a word and it doesn’t follow any certain customs or rules. Both Sufees and Sannyasis are looking for the same thing. Doesn’t matter whether you chant with a mala with 104 Rudrakshas or with 99 pearl beads. In the end it’s only with yourself.

And yet I still don’t understand all of this. May be I really need to “believe, so that I understand” and not just carry the Latin words transliterated in Hindi on my shoulder blade.

 <3 - TZ

08.05.13

That was my Tamilnadu

Dear Sam,

I left Kanyakumari and right now I'm sitting in the very politically historical Indian Coffee House in the Keralan capital Trivandrum. All of the employees of this chain coffee place even share ownership. The communist leader Ayillah Kuttiari Gopalan (aka AKG) made all this possible by supporting the workers in the 1950's. Today India has 400 ICH and around 51 in Kerala alone. Lonely Planet suggested it and since I had to stop here to get to Varkala anyway, I thought I'd honor them (tihi) by having my late lunch here. Let's see how the coffee tastes here. You know that I stopped drinking coffee here in India because it tastes neither like hot water, nor like make-me-feel-puke syrup, nor like tea, nor like coffee or may be like everything I mentioned.

Okay, der Kaffee haut mich nicht um, aber er ist in Ordnung.The main attraction of this ICH where I'm sitting is its architecture. It's got 4 levels and no stairs! So you can literally walk uphills and downhills. Vivienne would have had fun playing here and oh my God my Poori Masala looks poisonously red.

I went to visit the Vivekananda Rock this morning, the last rock at the southest tip of the cape where he meditated most probably on the 25th, 26th and 27th of December in 1892. First I thought he might had taken a boat there. But no, he SWAM there and meditated about India. Well, Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar swam the Damodor river to visit his ill mother (a legend), so why can't Swami Vivekananda swim that little part among the three seas for the greater mother India?

Just next to the Vivekananda Rock Memorial stands the Indian Statue of Liberty. No kidding! It does look like one! It's the statue of the very famous and celebrated Tamil poet Thiruvalluvar. It's 133 feet high commemorating the 133 chapters of  his ancient ballads "Thirukkural", is a work of more than 5000 sculptors and was erected in 2000. I'm pretty much sure it will turn blueish green like Liberty by the year 2227 :-D.

Thiruvalluvar was a great thinker (... yes, philosopher might be the proper word). Have you read or even heard of his "Thirukkural"? You should. The morals and philosophy of these verses could be adopted as a lifestyle like Yoga (Yoga is just not a sport, it's a lifestyle! Never make that mistake!). I first came to know about Thiruvalluvar in Chennai while we were visiting the Valluvar Kottam Memorial. Bala and Vinay took us there. It was my second week in India. I'm thinking of getting the whole "Thirukkural" when I'm back in Munich. Somehow I think Thiruvalluvar is more spiritual than Vivekananda. For me the Swami is more like a political and moral leader than a spiritual one. May be because I'm not a sister from America ;-).

So, my journey towards the unknown resumes. I almost wanted to bite my hand when I went to the "main busstand" in Kanyakumari bacause they had real cheap government run lodging for 150 Rs. a night. Fudge! I was waiting for the so called direct bus to Trivandrum which never came. Then after a long long time a bus driver told me to hop in and took me to the busier and more central Nagarcoil. This reminded me of my journey by buses through half the length of Goa (twice: first time with Alina, Linnea and Victoria and the second time with Jules). From Dabolim (first time)/ Madgaon (second time) to Vasco to Panaji to Mapusa to Pernem to Arambol encountering really-weird-things-at-that-time-and-really-funny-things-right-now kind of experiences. Tell you some other time. I survived that! I can survive anything related to buses in India. The journey itself is always quite enjoyable if you get a window side seat, but it is ALWAYS the "waiting" that makes my brains boil (I don't know how else I can describe the feeling -.-).

"You just sit and wait half of your day in India" - Quote Jules. She is right. And this is how India taught me patience (and Mathieu anger ... lol).

It's raining cats and dogs and I think I'm the only person in the ICH now. Okkaay, writing letters to my secret love while listening to Taylor Swift with a cup of Indian filter coffee in a humid Indian rainy day sounds really cool, but the creepiness around me is not so cool at all.

So, I'll hit the roads, or better said, the rails.

<3 - TZ
06.05.13