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Delhi and Rishikesh

After an unscheduled landing somewhere over in Pakistan due to fog Delhi (which struck the pilot on landing), we were finally sold yet in this incredibly loud and bustling city. The term "smog" bekommt hier eine neue Bedeutung und der Gestank nach menschlichen Ausflüssen erreicht ungeahnte Qualitäten. Müll und allgemeiner Dreck ist nichts woran sich der gemeine Inder besonders stört, nach einem Mülleimer haben wir vergeblich gesucht. Das Klima ließ mich jedoch darüber hinweg sehen - angenehm warm bis heiß, ein klein wenig schwül, jedoch sehr angenehm. Inder besitzen ein ungeahntes Augenmaß für Lücken auf der Straße wo sie mit ihrem Gefährt noch durchpassen. Anfangs ließ ich mich dazu verleiten die Augen zu schließen wenn eine dieser beweglichen Engen zügig durchfahren wurde, ich bin nun dazu übergegangen zu staunen. Da soll sich noch mal jemand über den Verkehr in Berlin aufregen.

So we drove an autorickshaw (three-wheeled motorized vehicle) built by the city in which every volume is like a new subway line. Rickshaw drivers push their vehicle including occupant aufschüssige high streets - sometimes several packages and above is still sitting on it or a whole, always uniformed schoolchildren. In the shaded concourse are a lot of people on the ground - no, not only beggars and the poor, even quite normal people waiting for their train. The U-Bahn by contrast, seems from another country - the sections are visited every few minutes, inexpensive (10 cents at least for us) and clean. Security checks are provided, and a general ban on smoking and spitting. The latter is of course not all places - no pull, the nose and collected emptying into the street outside is good form. Even the friendly calls on billboards generally prefer not to use plastic bags or better to use the stairs instead of the escalator to my understanding seem a little naive and miss the action there as well somehow.

The night train took us first on arrival even after Haridwar. Since Indian stations do not have name signs, one wonders from the planned arrival, the people on the platform where you just might be for now. From Haridwar by bus, along with many Indians and some boxes that are in transition and which it is then easy to climb over it Rishikesh. Rishikesh on the Ganges - the yoga capital of the world with a lot of ascetics, Holy Fast, Indian middle class tourists, beggars, holy cows and monkeys. It is the place where the Beatles lived in an ashram and they now hundreds of travelers from the western hemisphere - if not thousands - to do the same every year. We are now in the process of trying it too, and have our first two yoga classes placed behind us, "Ohhhmmmm - Inhaaaaaaiiiiillllll - hold your breath and concentrate on the green light you see beteween your eyebrow "Sodenn, because if it makes it beautiful. Fun it is, anyway - while we sit in a glass box high above the town overlooking the holy river and the green surrounding slopes. The air here is clean, the noise deafening, not quite. Confusing, but then the holy tourists - barefoot, thin and totally shanti. I still hope to be able to capture a good photo, hoping then prosecuted not for the photo of Shantimann to be ...