I’m not sure how many synonyms exist for the word ‘vastness’, but all of those combined would not be adequate enough to describe Namibia. Inevitably, after a long enough while…
Gang Dogs rule the streets of India. They built up structures and territories sharing their place with humans, but not with other gangs. Their fights are without mercy and they happen every day. The Gang Dogs of India are sometimes a problem for humans, but mostly for their own species. A story about the loss of a companion.
The vast spaces and desert plains of Namibia are sparsely populated. The immensity of the country is amplified by the overwhelming stretches of limitless and uninhabited horizons. Areas of human…
An article about the quite different art of meditation: Sitting on a crazy, loud, colourful, intergalactic Indian bus.
Yet, when I work for just two hours, I earned the monthly salary of my friend, who daily guides tourists on camel safaris through the desert. 3000-4000 rupees a month.
I am a total novice to India. Everything that I know about it stems from a long-standing obsession with the beautiful verbal tapestries woven by a handful of my favourite authors. But life is stranger, more colourful and complicated than fiction:
Oh yes, the backpackers. Completely individually they are traveling the country with the Lonely Planet in their hand. They meet outer backpackers in the Blue Lassi Shop in Varanasi, after they have “done” the South. They tell you how amazing everything is, whom they have met and discuss peace and freedom. Yes, I am also guilty.
I am waiting at a bus stand in a city in Haryana. With a lot of luggage. Two backpacks: A big one on my back and a small on in front of me on the floor. If I had not carried presents for my hosts it would have been just one and a lot anger less. But I got acquainted with the culture, as the good anthropologist or human that I am.
My mum came to visit me in India and for some days, I am a very normal tourist. This brings advantages and disadvantages. The biggest problem is that I am not a guest anymore, but a pocket full of money.
But whoever just eats food from home, did not understand India: Food is everything. Really everything. I could not imagine something worse than being invited at someones home and to reject food. To serve a meal for your guest means a lot to the Indian people