Namasté
I thought long and hard whether to launch the network this post: is not a good time to talk about travel and trivial, given the terrible situation in Japan and the nuclear threat hanging over our heads. But then I decided to publish it anyway, because a trip is never futile: you interact with local people and we enrich each other in time, as provided by law and by the Kyoto Protocol, here is a small photo report of the trip to India the north.
photos I've fished out from the crowd of thousands that I took with my faithful Panasonic TZ10, compact but feature-rich and above with an excellent zoom and an excellent optical stabilizer. I've reduced the size and quality for optimal viewing on your Mac or PC without adding too much vs. browser.
India is full of Indians. In India
dogs do not bark.
In India, spiritual tourism-related business is immense.
The streets are teeming with false gurus, false beggars with children in need and drugged her up so that poor people do not ask anything.
In India there are no cats.
traffic both urban and extra urban is nothing short of chaotic, dangerous and seemingly insane: the cars whizzing between fast carts camels, holy cows in half-sleep, naked children running, bicycles, horses, drunk drivers whizzing its fast their truck and a symphony of colorful clascon deafening.
Intersections at grade are the norm and are overflowing with means slips without any criteria in traffic, right of way does not exist and more often you travel against hand without problems ... Yet
not seen an accident, not you see people who lose the calm and screams like us.
It just goes with or without the right of way. A nice shot at the horn and go ... to conquer the asphalt (or whoever takes his place).
The pollution is terrible, but you smell unpleasant, at least not as you might expect.
And then we eat very well in India, the food is rich, spicy and tasty.
The colors and scents are a delight for the senses.
Blow horn, please.
In India there is a lot of people very nice and then they are all very friendly, curious, but never overly intrusive.
The edges of the highways are crowded with villages and a lot of poor people who live their lives with pride and great dignity.
Our tour started from Delhi, the bustling metropolis of a thousand faces, then drive to the beautiful Rajasthan and Jaipur the "Pink City", then again with the wonderful Fatehpursikri Agra and Taj Mahal, the mausoleum by Mughal wanted Shah Jahan to commemorate his wife. Train from Agra to Jhansi and then drive to Orchha, the ancient capital of the Bundela, then drive to the spectacular Khajuraho and its fabulous UNESCO World Heritage temples.
With a domestic flight to Varanasi ... we moved here and opened up another world, a window on the soul of India. A magical, spiritual for a "bath" of unforgettable emotions and feelings ...
That's all folks ...
thanks Barbara, of course, and Bruno Bottaro Evolution of Travel.
And a salute to these wonderful people: Himanshu Kumar Trivedi, Jintendra Sharma, Rameshwar Gupta, Prince (not the singer of the same name ...), Dharampal, Idris, Anshu Chandan, Natan Amit, Gaurav Singh, Ateek Rehman, Ilyas Khan , RB Nadar.
