Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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Support - Playground in India

Dear friends, as you know

am, I was in India in the charity, and I also started Udavi a playground to plan and build.

Now I'm back here, but the playground for the children of Thuraipakkam (a suburb of Chennai), there is still no, because the money for the material and the play area. why I sign with you, with a request to support this project. I am personally committed to the playground with the kids is to build community.

What is the situation on the ground?
I'm doing hard pictures of suffering, to spread the children playing in the garbage. Therefore, finds her in an annex a photo, and a (very slightly tacky) Vision of the lot with children playing. In addition, a sketch of the building area. Basically living in Thuraipakkam 70,000 people, including 15,000 children. People come from various slums of the city, they had to leave. People live in Thuraipakkam in (by the World Bank financed) stone houses. However, the infrastructure is poor (schools, hospitals, playgrounds, garbage collection etc.). Udavi supervised several streets within this settlement. So far, the sports lessons were with "our" children instead of on a very small gravel place that was littered with broken glass and was surrounded by barbed wire. However, there are open spaces for development. I have leased an area in the summer with Udavi for the construction of a playground.

What is missing?
The playground will cost according to my calculation in the summer a total of 6,000 €. € 3000 for sand and gravel as a base and 3,000 € for routes and the play area.

How you can help?
you can donate any amount of money to my account. 5, 10, 20 or 50 € can help us already. From 100 € you can take over the sponsorship of a gaming machine (football goal, volleyball net, seesaw, swings, cricket equipment, ball equipment). Please give use as the "playground" field. Furthermore, even your email address if you want to stay up to date with what happens to your donation.
Since I do not want to publish my account information on the website, I ask you to take this opportunity to send me a short email: @ gmail.com matthias.schwarzer Then I'll send you the account data. Recently I switched advertising. The proceeds also go to the project.
I would also like to ask you to forward this email to friends and family, and to promote the completion of the project. On my blog I will give www.indiagecko.blogspot.com also status reports about the donations and the construction.

How the construction process?
# Once the necessary funds are available, I send the money to Kennedy, Johnson, director of the Help Organisation (www.udavi.org), in which I have also worked.
# Together with the children and young people on the ground, the two volunteers Mario and Anne, and Kennedy will carry out to control the construction of the playground and. With Kennedy, I have chosen in the summer of the land and with Mario and Anne and the children of the first steps (cleaning and straightening) done. What brings you

a donation?
What do you expect from the donations have to know their own. I can promise you two things. For one, that each € arrives on site and secondly, that this is a playground for the children a great addition. Through a long-term approach the young people are gradually taking on more responsibility for the place and the play area. Hereby we would like the playground sustainable conservation and increase the motor and organizational skills of children and adolescents.

I appreciate your support.
you have questions you can contact me at any time.
Thank
Matthias
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matthias.schwarzer @ gmail.com
Veddeler bridge
Straße 97 20539 Hamburg
Tel: 0157/71462002

Friday, October 23, 2009

Dog Randomly Starts Heaving

# 13 Epilogue / Hamburg


you're back here in Germany. Did you even do not change! How was India? Do you have a culture shock?
India was great. I do not know where to start. All the many visual and emotional impressions, exciting and unique experiences, the abundance of stimuli. A culture shock I experienced definitely, and by trying to capture with a formula. But a culture shock subsides again. Thoughts and feelings act differently depending on the time perspective.

what way?
Well, when I flew from India to Dubai, I had the smell of the Indian taxi driver Beedis
still in his nose, his few words of English even in the ears and the images of the skyline but also the slums of Bombay in mind. Then cut, say flight. And around you, everything is different: new, modern, sterile, perfect. That is what a culture shock. You are with your feelings and thoughts or in one environment, while the body and the current perception is already in a different environment.

was the shock greater than after your stay in China in 2007?
Yes. Definitely. I believe this is due to the stark contrasts: India-Dubai-Beckum is more extreme than east coast of China-Hamburg.

What was so your best experience?
Since you're not the first to ask that. Hard to say, because it gave so much. Overall I would say I was glad to have within the seven weeks never once felt danger. I was always able to move freely. Well, maybe I had a little scared when I saw the tiger in the National Park in the face ... (Laughs)

What comes to you because first thing in the head if you now (Note: 1 month after return) look back?
These are individual scraps: pictures, conversations, feelings. The room in Udaipur overlooking the lake. Where I wanted to arrive first. Getting to the trip. It was my first day after the project in Chennai. Added to this was that I was weakened by diarrhea and a night of drinking. This room was a dream! Sounds kitischig, but was so! Other fragments: The first day - Mario and the girls have taken me great. Everything was so naturally at ease. The trip to the beach at Mamallapuram. Eight children in their arms in the slums, the squeaking with joy. The association of chain fragments of memory is going now, but I now want to make any sequence of images. There were indeed the slide show ...


How was that for your journey. Have you traveled alone or with others? And where did you knew that? Actually, I'm alone
traveled. But since one has the freedom to join another. So I got the camel trek with the two Chinese and Japanese made. The three I had met at the hotel. In Delhi and Agra I was traveling with Lydia. We had virtually agreed there. On the train ride to Mumbai, I got the Frenchwoman Julie met in Mumbai and we have made a day together shopping and sightseeing. The last day in Mumbai I was traveling with a group of Germans, a Swede and a Dane, who were in the same hotel. It was quite different, but very funny. We have experienced the incredible Ganpatty Festival, where devout Indians in remembrance of the deity Ganesha (the one with the elephant head) dance all day and sing and end up putting at countless small and large elephant statues in the sea. I estimate that there were 500,000 people on the streets, painted in red. The nice thing about traveling alone on that one is completely flexible and experienced a lot more chances to more than. Moreover, people take their own different way. And if someone wants to society, then it babbles to stop somebody. This is very good and is not a problem in India.

What is funny happened on the trips ?
was very fun to visit a temple in Kanchipuram. When Mario and I came back out, as smooth but two monkeys were sitting on our bikes. One was drinking a juice pack, the other looked in the mirror. These were the first two monkeys, I have encountered in India. In the town also began another coincidence: The hotel's four girls from Spain met and dined with them in the evening. 3 weeks later and 500 km are more Mario and I on the way to Ooty and meet at the platform, the four girls.
Another coincidence: On the bus from Udaipur to Jodhpur I met a couple. But they are directly went on to Jaisalmer. In Jodhpur I visited a fort and got to know this couple from Hamburg. Then I went to Jaisalmer on camel tour and from there to Delhi. In Delhi I meet at the platform then the first this couple again, and this was the second this couple together in Jaisalmer Tour gemacht.Die the world of travel is so damn small, even in India.
Basically it helpful to take a lot of things in India with humor and understanding. For example, chronic unreliability of the project staff. Otherwise, only makes you look even angry, you lose the fun and then not running the project. I have seen many smiling Indian and laughed a lot with Indians.

Now you have your time there with the book "Life of Pi" linked websites built and over again. Why?
for three reasons: First, the book
with guilt that I landed in India am. When I started it a second time to read the option led with India. The visualization of the language has made the zoo to me alive. I wanted to go there, in this Pondicherry. Second, the
have descriptions of people, society, swimming pools, religions have attracted the attraction to strange to immerse the increased curiosity in other cultures. Third, there
between the book and my time there always interfaces, points of contact and parallels. If you now have with the statements of the fictional character Pi Patel on my time in India, then a different perspective is on things.

That sounds interesting, but you could not before but Know how your time runs there! What attracted you from a distance?
I devoured the book twice, I fall into sections. Travel to India for me was a little deeper into the book. Many thoughts and ideas of Pi can be transferred even to me. Maybe that is because of this analogy, the book so appealing. I must also say that there are websites that do not fit at first glance to the blog text. In addition, the book was certainly not the only reason to go to India. The organization and the link to a friend (Anja) in India have certainly played a role. Well and finally, the gut feeling say "yo, let's go!" I had with my bosses and Sheila Kennedy to start an interesting conversation about choices: You do not know the gut feeling. For me, there is the difference between head, heart and gut feelings.

For me, the first part was very informative: The species, religions (although I have to Hinduism probably read again what should-on the first look many names of gods and many terms) over and thinking of Pi all this. The second part, I was impressed because I had not thought it possible that a "ride" in a life boat "experience" so much can. The text was any imagine boring and always compelling. As the book was for you?
nice on the first part, I find that Yann Martel tosses both in animals and in the religious descriptions small peaks. Humanization of animals, the religions, despite their actual equality and tranquility to today can debate (if meet the three Kirchenoberhäupte Pi at the fair, with his parents) and she takes another in his leg. Honestly, I've given up trying to understand Hinduism, it is simply too versatile. I get something, but all the gods, interpretations, stories, etc. are quite a lot, but also show the diversity of Hinduism. My "favorite god" in Hinduism is Lord Ganesha. He represents luck, success and wisdom. In addition, I have spent on his "birthday" a great day in Udaipur, and as mentioned above, witnessed the conclusion of the Ganesha festival in Mumbai.
What do you think of the protagonist Pi Patel?
Pi is not a typical hero. He sometimes seems helpless and tried out in its surroundings. The bizarre situation on the boat again and again leads to surprising, humorous situations. Pi does this very human, because he himself, his actions and decisions are reflected. Sometimes he looks weak and uncertain, sometimes strong and courageous. Little things this can make the difference. As in real life also. And Yann Martel describes these infinitesimal changes very precise and comprehensible.

And how was this place Pondicherry for you? You like this in the blog written almost nothing, even though it (isolated) j readers have even called a!
Pondicherry was a dream, an oasis. After 4 weeks in the turbulent, noisy, full and restless Chennai I needed a mental break. Runtergedüst'm alone with the bike the 130 miles. Have on the beaches of Mamallapuram Koval and maintained. In Pondy, I relaxed for three days. French Cuisine enjoyed. The time to elapse there: the speed of life adapted to the inner being and not to external influences. 'm Up in the morning to the sunrise did, meditate in an ashram. Here and there a good coffee, a few pages in a book, a piece of quiche Loraine or not. Useful for clearing out the mind was an Ayurvedic massage: naked on a massive wooden table in the warmed oil lying like an anchovy. The four hands of two well-trained Indians darted over my body in sync. It was painful but liberating.
the way, is the much-described Zoo not. He is pure fiction. This I had already researched even before India. But it is my interest in Pondicherry has not decreased but increased. For what is this Place where a wonderful zoo is attributed?

And would fit a zoo to Pondicherry?
Yes, he would need the animals and the beauty of the place to be worthy. It would be hard for him as romantic, loving and scenic design, as he is in my mind based on the book.

you wanted with your blog, the three worlds connect India Gecko PiPatel. How is your review on the blog?
The whole story was fun and many readers also had fun. Numbers are not crucial, but sometimes interesting. Every week, there were 77-247 requests. Of course mostly from Germany. I still wonder who came from the 10 requests from Brazil!

and have read all the blog really?
Of course! (Laughs) Typical reaction on my return was that I once looked at your blog and well, frankly, I myself usually only viewed the photos. But that's normal. My analyzer showed that the average stay is 4 minutes. So fast can not read!

you're first again in Germany. What are you doing now with the blog?
As I said, I had fun in propagating my own mustard. And that he tasted many has is also pleasant. And he who does not taste that reads just keep Spiegel Online or Facebook. The blog I will to continue running well. Still, as a "shipwreck with Gecko. However, it is less about India, but more about other topics that interest me and which I think could interest other people. A few ideas I've had.

And what about the photos? Authorized but not now disappear in the drawer!
I will not. First of all, I'm going to make me a decent photo album. This I have already risen in Udaipur. It has a leather cover, is shown on the Ganesha. Part of the Images is indeed still visible on the blog. What else is possible, I do not think so. We'll see.

Thank you for the Intierview!
Thanks to all passengers who have endured and suffered with me shipwreck. Both here in Germany, as well as in India and Dubai. It was a beautiful shipwreck. Thanks also to the party since my return. You have asked the questions and helped me free myself from the culture shock. Especially to my parents and siblings, Ellen, my WG. Thanks also to Dennis: Your Mail the idea for this "interview" was.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

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love travel friends

I would like to invite to a talk about my time in India:

shipwreck with a Gecko
Masala Pictures of Indian
(+ Contrast Dubai)

Cafe displeasure
Thurs 8th October 20:30
Veddeler Brückenstr .162
(Across from my apartment)
www.indiagecko.blogspot.com

In Chai Tea, and cheap drinks Beedies you expect from a masala photos and experiences:
contrasts and apparent contradictions
permanent road noise and inner peace by Yoga and meditation
Heated sun & rain pattering
head shaking & Yes, my
capitalism & religion
Modern Complex international IT companies within sight of überbevöllkerten, pollute the slums, poverty and wealth
.

India, photos and travel can bring their friends interested in you.

I'm looking forward to come with you,
Gecko (Matthias)

Sunday, September 13, 2009

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# 12 Dubai / state of shock

"You can say that a shipwreck is trapped between the most extreme, zermürbensten opposites." (Continued from page 363)


culture India: India is the largest democracy in the world and a country of contrasts and apparent contradictions: Permanent road noise impinges on inner peace through meditation and yoga. Modern complex international IT companies are located within sight of überbevöllkerten, pollute the slums. Sleeping people on the roadside under a blanket vs lousy. Parties in a chic loft, with modern art, white leather couches, a refrigerator that does not (culinary) desired diffusers t and two house servants, who eat even a clock at five am somewhat prepared. Head-shaking and "yes" mean. Pleasant helpful and annoying misinformation. The weather in Chennai is marked by muggy in the summer heat and spontaneous rain, do not bring the hoped-cooling. Even if the "average" Zinder "speaks less English than expected, we come in everyday and traveling along problem, because the Indians are helpful and curious towards Westerners. There are a host of mosquitoes, monsoon rains and too many speed Breaker (herunterzubremsen Hüppeler about cars. They are, however, positioned so high and bulky and surprisingly, they are more dangerous than useful.)

Culture Dubai: Dubai is like a metropolis in the computer game Sim City. We know the trailer of the game - various documentation on Pro Sieben, Sat.1 and Kabel 1 Modern glass and steel complexes in unusual shapes are constructed from round to round. From top to bottom you ht the six-lane highway with a perfect green on the side and small cars, as if drawn on a string pesen back and forth. Here and there something about being pleasing to the Emir and the people: a modern park, a horse racing track, one and still a Palm Island (to see who really like this - at least from the aircraft), a subway system that runs along on stilts next to the highway, an oversized shopping mall (Dubai Mall is the largest store in the world with the biggest glass of the world (the Aquarium) next to the largest building the world ...). With only 15% of the local culture is also strongly influenced by the foreigners. Western sports bars, exquisite restaurants, draft Strongbow, Australian rump steak as well as tourists who are desperate with her Canon Ixus the Burj Dubai - the 818 meters with the highest usable building in the world (opening in December). Hundreds of thousands from India, the Philippines, Pakistan, Yemen, Lebanon and other countries of the Near and Middle East were recruited to build more than 40 °, the skyscrapers of the future, to clean the homes or to drive taxis. Jumeirah meet me in front of three Porsche Cayenne in turn, set with a sheikh in the elegant white robes (kaftans), plain white hat (AGAL) and a black head Mature (Guthra). Here are a Bentley, a Jaguar, a Lamborghini and an almost poor acting S-Class. 4.6% of the population are millionaires, but it felt longer. Here are the swimming pools to be cooled on the roof, bus stop estellen to 18 ° temperature and sterilized the room by the cleaning staff every two days (can the say? You know what I mean. Compared to India, I move in a permanent quarantine zone. This is no garbage, no cigarette butts on the floor, everything shines like new because it is new, I do not see a beggar.)
If you are in the game "Sim City Dubai is located, popped loose much. A taxi here to take a taxi there, without thinking of ordering the purse from the card and painlessly pay by credit card. A taxi back, or even more. Bids you get for have the finest food, in beautiful places. Fortunately for me, I know that Jan, who had just practiced in Dubai for an internship. Lucky to be a roommate was not there and I had a room with private bath and shower (and robe) and a very luxurious bed in the 27th Floor of the hotel-apartment complex of "The Place". So I could enjoy the three days and Dubai had with Jan and his other roommate Seb two players that I could show you the best places in "Sim City Dubai: Three highlights from my perspective:
  1. water pipe with grape-mint flavor and with sweet Moroccan treats with fruit, nuts and yoghurt a soft bed on the Creek consume, and give the expansion a try.
  2. stumble morning at half past six in Sarah's party to the sea in order to enjoy the 35 ° warm, almost oily water the sunrise.
  3. a beer in "The Address". Opposite the Burj Dubai (800 meters) you will find this luxury hotel. On the top floor (63rd floor) is the hotel bar (a bit too much) equipped with modern art and bric a brac. The bar is really unimportant. But the outlook is ne force. After changing to "Sim City Dubai" in the bird perspective. The houses, fountains, pools and even the Dubai Mall will appear tiny. The skyline in sight, in light of the Persian Gulf, the sea. BUT! What kind of a spear that there is about 150 meters before you? This is the Burj. Damn that thing is huge. Yes, this is a thing. This is no ordinary building more. We are on the 63rd Stock and are on a third of the height of the Burj. We can not also see with our eyes the top and bottom of the Burj. Holy Moly Shit. This has "Big Mo" ventured to the edge of possibility. I vacillate constantly between fascination and rejection.
"Big Mo "? His name is actually Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum and is the emir of Dubai. Although he is only three years in power, but on the best way to do it like its predecessors: to build the city of the future. "You have to choose, either imitate you, or you can take the initiative. . We want to be pioneers "
If I, as a" see players in Sim City Dubai ", he is the umbrella body - the Master. He directs the development of the city like a puppeteer the threads. He sets the rules: He can determine the number of spontaneously leave and public holidays thinks himself new buildings and chimeras (it is ne indoor skiing in Dubai) and the hardness of the practice of Ramadan is determined by him and his police. You feel something not free, when you learn that eating, drinking and smoking during the day is prohibited in the public and for Westerners. On the other hand, it is considered very social and is popular with all walks of life and one can imagine with a view to dictators in neighboring countries, that the master of the level, "Sim City Dubai" also could be worse. To bring

the previous section to a formula:
(Culture India Culture Dubai) / (Marked in Germany) = (culture shock x 3) + Fascination + Enthusiasm + rejection

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

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# 11 Camping / Jaisalmer, Thar Desert

Not long, and well-being turned on. My mouth was again wet and soft. I could feel my neck any more. My skin is relaxed. My joints moving again with ease. My heart was in a happy rhythm, and the blood circulating in my veins like the cars of a wedding party, draw the honking of the city. The muscles felt again of strong and supple. The head was clearer. I was a dead man who awoke weider to life. It was a wunderba, wonderful feeling. Those who become intoxicated on alcohol should be ashamed, but the water intoxication is the most beautiful of all ecstasies. For several minutes sitting I just there and enjoyed this happiness.
I was a few days, which felt an eternity away camp in the Thar desert.

camping means "go out to eat and sleep." My last camping trip was with Ellen over Holland, and inside I took one or the other comparison.
  • time: camping in the desert. The Thar desert lies on the border between India and Pakistan, consisting essentially of stone, brushwood and scattered sand dunes.
  • locomotion smittel: camels in the step-trot and pace.
  • Travel Group: My camel Lalu me all the path taken. By my side and with a distance Kamelhalslaenge two Chinese (Jaoli and Mangjie) and Japanese (Ken), I, Jodhpur - got to know - one day before. The Chinese would be easily frightened and took me soooo brave (partly because I wanted to lead the camel, not by a guide). The Japanese Ken was very reserved and commented on many a monotone Hehehe-pool that I know of only Japanese. These include our two Indian Kamelfuehrer Thalib and Ali. They have been living since her birth 14 or 20 years in the desert.
  • food: saturated will always be at the camp of "a flame". In Holland you are cooking as a bicycle tourist with in 80 KM the legs on a Bunsen burner pasta with tomato sauce - with or without cheese. In India, known as Travelltourist after 3 hours of step camel in the butt chapati (wheat bread) and potato-onion masala of a flame of parched wood. A key difference: It will be cooked. Yes, that's true and my camping honor came shortly shaken. Finally, you go camping but to feel that they can survive outside. You want to feel the very own hunting and gathering instinct again. The draw on resources - such as supermarkets - you can let it go with a zugedrueckten eye. Basically: Outside it tastes best anyway.
  • drinks: about 38 degree warm water.
  • Miscellaneous: From time to smoke a beedi (with a little tobacco Stuffed Tendublatt). A beedi is actually a "poor man's cigarette". If I have smoked a beedi in a break with the playgrounds in the slums, so I smiled at the children and young people. Why? A Westerner, who is rich, smokes, smoking the herb, the poor and elderly and Rajastani musician. Here we can see that humor is nothing but the divergence of performance (rich Westerners) and reality (smoking leaves).
  • feature: In Holland heard a certain basic humidity of the clothes for camping. In the Thar desert, this is a minimum sand content in the chapattis.
  • flow: When camping you behave really useful free. You move in a delayed rate (a train or jeep would be much faster) from A to B in order to "survive" under eingeschreanktem comfort. Actually standards they set themselves obstacles. In between, you babbles about this and that, but most of it about the way that you just committed. "This time, said the modern G4 group (Indian, Chinese, Japanese, German) over desert, camels, food, and sky have my travel book expands I to a dictionary of world languages. Broken English, Hindi, Chinese, Japanese, and - well - ! German
  • nature and landscape: Slowly we come to what really constitutes the camp, the target. Unity with nature. Man adjusts his pace to the sun, moving through the countryside and live with nature. Mother Earth shows his gratitude for all the respect towards her and gives us a wonderful night sky in the middle of the desert. The moon watches over us imperiously. The body is first remain uncertain in the "new" environment. He while required to be city-man behavior to store. Therefore, initially one hears nothing when you're outside. No noise, no engines, no calling people. But then something happens and the "supposed silence" is a concert of noises that a previously hidden behind: The sand, which flows over the dunes, while the separately occurring Shrubs strokes. The creaking of an old tree at the bottom of the sand-dune. Somewhere far away a cowbell. And then your breath. For several minutes I just sat there and enjoyed this happiness.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Hanging An Owl House In A Tree

# 10 Principal among strangers / Delhi, Agra

The three wise men (the great religions) were staring at each other incredulously, with bated breath.
All eyes were on me.
"Piscine" asked the imam earnestly, "is that really true? Hindu s and Christians are idolaters. They have many gods.
" And Muslims have many wives, "countered the Pandit.
The view The priest walked from one to another. "Piscine", he almost whispered, "only Jesus can save your soul."
"stupid talk" said the pundit him a N. "Christians wis sen nothing of religion ."
"si are already long ago from the path of God cooled Ommen," he agreed with the imam.
"Where is God in your religion?" snorted the priest. "I know you not a single miracle which proves that God exists at all. What's that for a faith in which it is no wonder you have?"
"It is just not a circus, jumping in which the dead from their graves! Us Muslims is the miracle of Life is good enough. A bird in the air, a drop of rain, the ears of the field-these are our miracle. "
" Nothing against rain and poultry, but we want to know if God is with us. "
"Really? Well, God has seen what he had it when he was with you - you wanted to kill him! With thick nails you have beaten him to the cross. Treated a decent people so his prophets? U.S. has the Pr ophet Mohammed - peace be upon him -. Oh, the word of God brought ne s miserable nonsense, and he died as an old man "
" As disclosed whether the word of God a Jäm merchant in the desert would! Epileptic seizures he has had, from the swaying of the camel : this has nothing to do G ott. Or a sun-stroke was. "
(continued from page 122)


Who's Zoo? I with the earthy Traveller Gorge Otten, worn-and doubly repaired leather sandals, a camera bag over his shoulder and a red headscarf, the many Indians as a disguised turban may seem. Or is it the people I see from rickshaw and train, busy with everyday tasks sell or just take time.
I kept focusing through the lens of people and they will have to objects. But then because all the Indians - in some cases with his mouth open - rigid and thus track for several minutes my actions. When I talk with other Westerners, they listen. So who is watching whom? Who will be displayed and presented?
The worlds blur. The private location is uncertain. Who sits in the cage. The feeling of watching and being watched is omnipresent. There is a boundary, a wall, a fence between us. Whether you are indoors or out, or maybe it's both.
why I always try to be exceeded this limit. Go to the people to speak to her, trying to avoid the beaten track of tourists and from time to time to look left and right. the possibility to stop, stop when you want is liberating. It solves these imaginary fence from time to time. I remember the birthday dinner yesterday with Anne and Cathy in a fancy Chinese-Taiwanese restaurant in the heart of Delhi. Since we were more complicated but guests, or our order it was, we were served by the restaurant manager. an initially stiff acting Indians. The is not only maintained but also unbroken English speaking. We first talk about the food and are still guests. But we are looking for the contact and he is an interlocutor at eye level. And so we learn something about him, his family, about happiness. Shortly before, an old rickshaw driver, with which we briefly but intensely on religion faith discussed. Is it God or not? Who is it? He dismissed us with the question "What is the supernatural power?"
"Bapu Gandhi said that all religions are true," I babbled (Pi) release. "I want to love only God." I looked down and was red in the face.
These are two good examples from which I learned even more. I'm still not tired. The decision here and there to a "major commercial" to give another celebrity and allow for time for spontaneity is removed I think the way to the cage.
Tomorrow morning there will definitely be back in the cage - the Taj Mahal in Agra (South of Delhi). On the information board will focus on:... "A pack of habitual Homo touristo Full day active drink plenty of water and Coke always cooled from the bottle Enjoy it to use his camera, it produces endless digital garbage Please do not constantly ask for his background or his name, because otherwise.. eventually irritated. "

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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# 9 # Rajastan





I'm somewhere else than before. Chennai has been described by my guidebook as follows: "... the flip side of rapid economic growth is an urban infrastructure that is about to collapse. Poverty, oppressive heat and pollution probably leave a stronger impression Chennai as the eye-catching riches of his modern, marble shopping malls. "
And frankly I can think of only negative characteristics when I describe Chennai. But I still liked it. It was another home in the wide world.

Well, I went elsewhere - to travel through fairytale Rajastan. This charismatic old man in a turban to make music on strange, creative wind instruments and percussion. Here, colorful rows of houses infinitely far up the slopes. Half Jodhpur is indigo-blue. Because it cools and distributes insects. In Udaipur, the palace is situated in the lake. He swims in appearance. I experience a fairy tale of 1001 night. Since the time just is scarce, I will speak only pictures. The Pi Patel has also hidden this time on his driving Floss (hotel room) and is therefore not to speak at this time. The place is at the window with the curtain of the description of the curtain from a previous post very similar, right?

link my tour in Rajasthan:
http://maps.google.co.in/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=NH+8&daddr=Jodhpur, + + to Rajasthan: Jaisalmer & ; FV7UdgEdpHpkBA geocode =% 3B% 3BFYoGkQEduz5aBA & hl = en & mra = ls & sll = 26.480407,72.883301 & sspn = 4.748461,7.064209 & ie = UTF8 & ll = 25.948166,71.905518 & spn = 4.770208,7.064209 & z = 7)

Friday, August 21, 2009

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8 Farewell / Chennai monsoon

On June 21, 1977 we departed from Madras, with a Japanese freighter Tsimtsum, who was flying the Panama flag. [...] On our last day in Pondicherry I said goodbye to Mamaji, Mr. and Mrs. Kumar, from my friends, even by many residents .[...]
On the day before leaving, they had ( my mother) on a flying cigarette dealers and fr Agte: "Should we buy another packet?" In Canada, there's also e cigarettes, "said Father." And what do you want with it? For us no smoking "
Sure, there are cigarettes in Canada -.? But also of Gold Flake Arun ice cream is there driving people Ambassadors?


farewell. See you soon. Again a farewell, a stage of life, a desire to see you again. Our chefs are equal and Sheila Kennedy with delicious Indian food. Cathy and Anne should have been here long ago. Not so wild, because Mario is also a celebration now his cocktail skills of former residence times. First drink: Pina Colada!

Today was a hardcore day. Morning to a lecture in the university, on the road with his car, a crash (nothing happens, but the scooter has a few scratches and a little more curvy drive) then buy things for tonight. Back home. Before that, a cafe near the Coffee Day. No way! Police check! "Went on red" states. Completely far-fetched. Before, behind and beside me, other cars, rickshaws, etc., were only me they wanted to stop! I was already work under time pressure (still photos for Sheila, stuff pack, gift for the volunteers to repair, nor to the office, lunch, the scooter ,...) and then stand there and think about the four types simply from what! The discussion lasted longer and we argued. I support the corrupt Aparat not! Finally it came to a compromise. Instead of 500 rupees I gave a Hunni paid (ie 1.50 euros), because I've driven without a helmet. There are no helmet law. Well, slight aggression were Coffee and cigarette appeased.
have the final interview with Sheila Kennedy and we discussed very openly. Real cool. I have a lot of praise but also criticism. The playground is far from a playground to be, but the groundwork has been laid. But Mario and Anne to be overcome in the coming months, certainly some hurdles. In principle, Sheila Kennedy and her organization and further develop high above all their staff (English and project management), if they want to remain successful. We are glad to have all worked together. A very busy time here in Chennai. Too recent to draw conclusions, but yet mature enough to listen to himself and say, "That was well, I was here! For all involved, "

Now enough with the review. What's next? early morning flight to Udaipur in Rajasthan mitm in the north. Then probably to Jodhpur to Jaisalmer and definitely on the border with Pakistan. From there to Delhi . meet there with Cathy and Anne.'s Birthday. Then Taj Mahal and from there to Mumbai. There for a while and then Dubai to Germany. What sounds like half a year, lasts two weeks. But do not worry dear companion, we're good at all to be found in hectic times, the oases of calm. A cafe with great views and a relaxed service, barefoot running over a marble floor warmed by the sun, a wide Desert, a place on the roof ... True to the motto of a trekking brand: "There are thousands of types of noise, but only silence!"
Oh, there's a knock. Guests ...

@ Judith and all Pondis: I was there. There will be a look back on it!

PS: The evening was just hardcore times. We are following the adoption in our apartment in the Meridian Hotel and finally landed at a private party. A house in which the owner and his friends stay only if they have a afterpartz need. There were so 12 people there, quite colorful mixture. The interior: white leather sofas, modern art on the walls, two plane full of pomp and ostentation. The refrigerator filled with the best and Legumes cry. In Tiefkuehlfach noodles with various sauces to warm up in the micro. These two employees to do all, what the expected host. We felt something wrong there, on the other hand, the luxury have enjoyed. The one employed drove us in a white lexus home. Then an hour to pack and off we went to the plane ... .

Friday, August 14, 2009

Holiday Zoom Mm Mansfield Camera, Year

# 7 / Chennai

"I heard a splash and looked down to the water, the sight took my breath away I thought I was alone, the quiet air, the wonderful light, the feeling of relative safety.. - all that had raised the illusion. In our minds are so quiet and solitude and peace are inextricably linked. Or can you imagine that you sit quietly and peacefully in a crowded subway station? "
[more on page 295]


I think the monsoon has reached Chennai this evening at 1:15, as We left the club. Tomorrow it goes only to plant trees on the playground and then to Pondicherry. dreams come true!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

What To Do With Mild Alcohol Poisoning

Guide # 6 for Tiger / Mudumalai National Park

"Come with us," Father.
said from the house by Toor gin it to the zoo .. [...] We came to the big cats, our tigers, lions and leopards Babu, the guard was waiting for us .[...] The cages were empty, except for one: Mahisha, the patriarch in our Bengal tigers could not yet out. As we entered, he immediately came to the cage bars, with a furious roar, the ears back, stapled the round eyes fixed on Babu. He snarled as loud and angry that the whole house seemed to shake predator. I trembled to its knees. I pressed me to mother. They also shook. Even father took a moment until he had made himself. Only Babu was the rage and the look that pierced him, nothing. His confidence in the bars was unshakable. Mahisha went into his cage up and down, always pushing the rods.
father stood in front of us. "What animal is that?" He had to yell, so we by him Mahishas Hiss could hear.
"a tiger," Ravi answered (my brother) and me in the choir and confirmed well-behaved, which was not to see.
"Are tigers dangerous?"
"Yes, father, tigers are dangerous,"
"Tigers are very dangerous," shouted Father. "You have to understand that you never - under any circumstances - is expected to touch a tiger, never you are allowed to stroke him, or even a finger stuck through the bars that is clear, Ravi."
Ravi nodded eagerly.
"Piscine"
I nodded eagerly. Nevertheless, he looked at me more. [...]
"I'll show you how Tigers are dangerous, "he continued." I want you to keep this lesson in your life to end. He looked at
Babu and nodded. [...] Babu opened a cage next to the tiger cage. [...]. [...] Goat Babu went to the door between the two cages and began to raise them .[...] In anticipation of his prey stopped Mahisha. Two things I heard in the sudden silence - father's words "never forget that lesson," his eyes fixed grimly on the show, and the bleating of the goat. She had to have screamed the whole time, but we could not hear them. [...]
I do not remember if I saw the blood spray, before I fled in Mother's arms, or later if I remember to, painted with broad brushes. But could not close the ears I am. What I heard put me into extreme panic vegetarian.
[more on page 71]
Last Saturday the first day "playground construction for Kannagi Nagar / Thuraipakkam" was. All that did not work and what worked then but would be worth another entry. But I consider myself to Leif, who said before my trip: "It's great that you have a blog, but please do not ever four-page entries!"
Well I want to tell you of another scrap of India. The Mudumalai National Park on the border between the states of Tamil Nadu (since where Chennai is where I'm = always) to Kerala. 10 hours by overnight train. A tiger leap for Indian conditions!

Mario and I met by chance on the road four Spaniards (Natalia, Natalia, Marta and Sofie), that we were two weeks ago in Kanchipuram (the motorcycle trip) in the same hotel. The small world again. Each traveler can sing this song his.
So we wanted that in the national park. See animals! They had booked ne "private" tour for 200 rupees, the whole day in the park with local guide and all. One of the tours that sound great, but are the biggest nightmare. We took a jeep from the hotel. Geil! But The jeep takes us only to a larger bus, which is already full and we will drive around all day. We are restless. Is this what we want? With a group of tourists on the bus traveling? As the "Guide" says that we will first see the film and the spots and filming companies, waterfalls, and otherwise great places, it terrified us. We will use the park where we want to see elephants, touchieren only in passing. Perhaps a photo from the window of the bus out. Mario and I awoke from this nightmare. We do our own tour. Zack out. Call the park management.
"Yes, private tour guide is possible." Angeheurt a jeep, and have us hinbringt could we start our tour. The Spaniards, Mario, I and our guide Sudesan Kuttappan called Kutta. In addition, there are Kompagnion.
on a four and a half hours of climbing route we want to see all the 320 species, of which speaks Kutta: Here live more than 800 elephants, dozens of water buffalo, sloth bears, Asiatic wild dog, striped hyenas, antelopes, spotted deer, barking deer, monkeys, panthers, leopards, and there are even 42 Bengal tigers. I think of Richard Parker, but also to Mashita. Armed with digital cameras, adventure and a keen eye, we make our way through the forest, the ever changeable, its image: rain forest-like narrow, wide fields of elephants "cut down" Bamboo clusters, flowering hedge bushes, etc. Our eyes are directed in all directions, but we do not see any animals. Simply not there! Because I can see in their little garden district on Veddel larger and more dangerous animals. Jumping rabbits and barking dogs and stuff!

pass the first two hours. A couple of screaming monkeys, strange birds, a jungle fowl, a peacock, at some point some water buffalo and two "Bambi" (Kutta). That is not to sound excessive, but I expected more. "Bambi" I know the Father in Beckum wood and the other animals are beautiful, but I will correct animals. I just want to elephants . See Ok, a wild Bengal tigers would be a dream, but the self-Kutta provides a maximum of once a month.
More and more I begin to doubt at all that what Kutta says begin to recalculate. All these animals are spread over an area of 320 square kilometers, which is almost the area of Germany. And in this thicket, which is the size of Germany, he wants to show me one of the 800 elephants! Sure, he grew up here, the park knows inside out and stuff you get to hear. Of course, he also has to offer "his" story when he was attacked by a schonmal crazed elephant mother and only narrowly survived. The park is beautiful. The landscape after the previous torrential rainfall pure and refreshing, yet stunning. "After the rain we have good chance to see elephants." We quietly sneak into us. We pet hungry tourists obediently follow our guide. His steps are slower. He raises his hand and that means stopping us now. Not a word. Somewhere away some cracks. The thought of Bengal Tiger Mahisha or Richard Parker could throw myself on the same generated in me a masala of attraction, fear and curiosity. But again, nothing. The adventure kick was good, but again saw no animals. We move on. The girls have any leeches on the leg, but it was already the greatest danger. No hazardous Animals! The afternoon passed, we shoot group photos with our guides, who already have something in the nature of farewell. Not even seen an elephant! The dim sun and the time for thoughts leave reality appear more clearly.

Sure, we could Kutta all the clues point to elephants: Schlammsulen, knocked bamboos and deciduous trees, with their backs rubbed beef chunks and a countless number of large elephant pile. Really exciting, however, an antelope skeleton was in a tree. Well-being of a Panther. I think it really gives these wild animals here, but they are just Humanophob. If a man nearby, hide then they start to play. And they are good! Eckstein, Eckstein everything must be hidden. Clearly, predators hide in the trees, in caves or shelters. Water buffalo cows are indeed somewhere. You just stay and do nothing. They are good at. Smaller animals warp into the undergrowth, birds in their nests. But the real king in this game is the elephant. An elephant is brilliant in it apparently to hide his massive body arg silently. Once we finally heard one that sounds have been out of hiding. Gradually, we saw trees falling. We could even see were demolished as three meters above the branches. We the elephants have already been one, but we have seen him finally not!
Kutta we moved on. We could hardly walk, because we knew that in 40 meters distance the elephant has to be, we wish to see. Aperture and exposure of the camera are set in manual mode according to the lighting conditions. No way. Kutta has grown, and we should leave the reserve Mudumalai without the pictures, we've made before our inner eyes before! to an impressive day on which a bit of sadness remains, but have missed something.

But then all all. Tiger, Tiger roars us a stranger Indians with a deep voice a whisper against. It shows the character which stands for quiet as a mouse. Fast, but every step we considered follow him to a 5 meter high rock. A photographer with a telephoto on a tripod are the first thing we see. The lens points directly on two Bengal tigers! Even if they are about 70 meters away, so just shows their stripes and neck hair, looming up like a role behind the head if the male turns his head lying to us. So you are my Richard Parker! Hello! Even if the tiger is too far away for a sharp picture, so I säusel him a faint "hello" contrary. 'm Spellbound and happy. The female is next, moves slowly and gleefully back and forth, disappears after some time. At some point runs Kutta - our guide - as a mentally ill towards Tiger. This does not behave like Mahisha with the goat, but turns around and runs towards the jungle.

"I was sure that he is to me now turn around n would. He would look at me. He would create the ears . He would growl.'d Do something in this manner, he, for completion of the time we had spent together. But he did not mind. His eyes were fixed upon the jungle. And then disappeared Richard Parker, the companion of my long journey, the powerful, terrifying tiger me had saved, with a little jump out of my life forever "
. PS: Sorry Leif, has not worked out for brevity, though I have missed so much already, what has emerged in stories and pictures