The 3rd of february I went on to Jodhpur with the bus. The first time since Goa I didn't have any appointments with other travellers. This time - compared to Goa - I really enjoyed the thought and was happy to be on my own at least for a few days.
I arrived in Jodhpur (a 1mio. city, which is quite average population in India) in the middle of the night (3am) and went to the train station nearby to wait there until the sunrise. The whole station was full of people sleeping on the floor covered by blankets (no foreigner, all indians). I squeezed into one corner, put my bag down and half standing, half sitting I leaned against it for the next 3 hours. I would have never sat in the corner at a train station in Germany - way too ugly. Well, in India it's not cleaner...
After few minutes more and more people started staring at me. When a person saw me, still half asleep, he/she would not turn around and keep on sleeping. To look at me was way more interesting than sleeping.
But I didn't just attract Indians, after a while also two helpless South koreans came up to me, to ask me what to do.
In a really surprisingly good mood I left at 6:30 , happy to escape the smell and stares, and went to a travel agency I had looked up in the guide, because I had to book my ticket onward already. It was still dark and there was still the same scenery I had seen on my way to the train station: A lot of beds with a lot of people on them, blankets even above the faces, covered the whole street. Homeless people or what? Don't know.
The travel agency wasn't open yet, but a little chai shop next to it. Still in a good mood, the shop owner raised my mood even more. He was such a funny nice guy. He even showed me his best-friends-hand-shake. The only problem we had was the language. He no english, I no Hindi. But hand gestures and smiles everyone understands. And when I started playing some Ukulele, all 4 old friendly men I was having a Chai with seemed to like it a lot. What a good start to the day.
At 7:10 the agency opened, I booked my ticket and then I went to look for a good hostel. I found one, relaxed at the luckily empty rooftop and enjoyed to have some time for myself. Afterwards I went up to the Fort and met two guys from Holland and Chile and we spent the evening jamming and eating. For the evening it was nice to have some good company.
The next morning I took the bus to Pushkar, my next destination. In the afternoon I arrived at the small touristy town next to a lake.
Two nights I stayed and on the 7th I took the train in the afternoon to Agra (the city of the Taj Mahal).
On my last evening I met Giani from Australia at a Burger shop. He was in a hurry to catch his bus to Agra. After 5 minutes talking we said we'll meet the 8th in the morning in Agra.
My travelling alone was over already. Nothing sad though, a few days on my own were good enough.
I arrived in Jodhpur (a 1mio. city, which is quite average population in India) in the middle of the night (3am) and went to the train station nearby to wait there until the sunrise. The whole station was full of people sleeping on the floor covered by blankets (no foreigner, all indians). I squeezed into one corner, put my bag down and half standing, half sitting I leaned against it for the next 3 hours. I would have never sat in the corner at a train station in Germany - way too ugly. Well, in India it's not cleaner...
After few minutes more and more people started staring at me. When a person saw me, still half asleep, he/she would not turn around and keep on sleeping. To look at me was way more interesting than sleeping.
But I didn't just attract Indians, after a while also two helpless South koreans came up to me, to ask me what to do.
In a really surprisingly good mood I left at 6:30 , happy to escape the smell and stares, and went to a travel agency I had looked up in the guide, because I had to book my ticket onward already. It was still dark and there was still the same scenery I had seen on my way to the train station: A lot of beds with a lot of people on them, blankets even above the faces, covered the whole street. Homeless people or what? Don't know.
The travel agency wasn't open yet, but a little chai shop next to it. Still in a good mood, the shop owner raised my mood even more. He was such a funny nice guy. He even showed me his best-friends-hand-shake. The only problem we had was the language. He no english, I no Hindi. But hand gestures and smiles everyone understands. And when I started playing some Ukulele, all 4 old friendly men I was having a Chai with seemed to like it a lot. What a good start to the day.
At 7:10 the agency opened, I booked my ticket and then I went to look for a good hostel. I found one, relaxed at the luckily empty rooftop and enjoyed to have some time for myself. Afterwards I went up to the Fort and met two guys from Holland and Chile and we spent the evening jamming and eating. For the evening it was nice to have some good company.
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| The blue town - view from the fort |
The next morning I took the bus to Pushkar, my next destination. In the afternoon I arrived at the small touristy town next to a lake.
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| Really delicious desert!!! |
Two nights I stayed and on the 7th I took the train in the afternoon to Agra (the city of the Taj Mahal).
On my last evening I met Giani from Australia at a Burger shop. He was in a hurry to catch his bus to Agra. After 5 minutes talking we said we'll meet the 8th in the morning in Agra.
My travelling alone was over already. Nothing sad though, a few days on my own were good enough.
Hi Livia, habe gerade mal wieder deinen Blog gelesen. Du machst wirklich eine coole Reise. Es macht Spaß, das nachzuverfolgen, eben weil es dein eigener individueller Weg ist, das Land zu bereisen und kennenzulernen. Schade, dass es jetzt zu Ende geht. Ich - und natürlich auch Ruth und Luis - wünschen dir einen schönen Resturlaub und eine gute Rückreise, Lothar
ReplyDeleteHallo Lothar, freut mich total, das zu hören! Denn genau das sollte auch der Sinn meines Blogs sein. Vielen Dank und ganz liebe Grüße! Livia
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