What is it like to be at the biggest human festival on earth? Maybe it depends on the people you meet, maybe it depends on the purpose of your visit. One thing is the same for everyone, though: It is crowded. Like no other place on earth.
Being able to travel without a car is something a lot of people take for granted, and others can’t imagine. I have been fortunate enough to experience the ease of…
While there are many podcast out there, Anthropology and travel combined in a funny, cross-continental Podcast is both food for thought and good laughs
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.
Starting my next India journey in Puri, I wanted to capture nice photographs. It turned out to be harder than I thought. This is how it sometimes happens in photography.…
An article about the quite different art of meditation: Sitting on a crazy, loud, colourful, intergalactic Indian bus.
“You know, many people come here in a car, get out and shoot many pictures. This Slum is very famous. They just come, shoot, leave and sell the pictures. This is why many people here are suspicious about people with cameras.” I felt bad.
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.