Incredible India 1

We arrived in Delhi at one a.m. but we could only touch the Indian ground an hour later, as we did not have a place to park with the plane :-/
It took us one more hour to officially enter the country because we had to fill in a long questionare and then wait in the queue.

The first place I visited in India was the toilet at the airport... I entered and all of a sudden three guys surroneded me, opened me the cabin door, wiped the floor and cleaned the toilet before I went in. When I came out they poured soap on my hand opened the tap, and then dried my hand with paper... and then asked for money..... Then I went to change money, and the guy tried to foul me... so I had the feeling that this would be something really new!

The way into the center gave the first impression of Indian traffic, the main rules are: use the horn whatever You do, and the stronger gos first. There is a sign on all buses and trucks: "Sound Horn" "Please Horn" or sth. very similar. So far I could not have gotten used to it. Of course crossing a road even at green light on a pedestrian crossing is a form of suicide.... except for that You are a cow, then no problem. Next day when I went to the airport in the rush hour witha riksha... well that was a real adventure, it took one hour... in the first ten minutes I was sure that I would die... but afer that I really enjoyed.

In Delhi we slept in the school. Sunil, the guy who picked us up in the bed, Natacha and me on the floor next to him. He offered that if we find the floor to hard we can join him in the bed... well, Indian people are a bit different. The student were nice in the school, I introduced myself when I got up, and from that time on every time I passed threw the classroom they stared at me and asked: Peter, what are You doing now? Where are You going now? And then Jenny came and took us for a lunch, my first Indian meal, it was hot, we ate at a street vendor, I enjoyed... it was so different from the meals I had before... the peole, the tastes, the smells, the cars... And then Jenny took away Natacha, my Natacha, with whom we survived so many things together... and I stayed there... I had not felt so lonely for a long long time before. But then soon I got the riksha and went to the airport to head to Chennai...

So far the mail, what more I can say now that I want to put it on my blog?

Natacha is a special friend of mine, she tamed me - as my favourite Little Prince would say. I trust her as I trust very few people on this World, and this will not disappear even if we won't be able to talk much in the coming months. I am glad to have her in my life. This is not very Indian story but is a very important one. Micimackó will always remind me of You Natacha :-)