Hello .... the adaptation period to the traveling mode is finished, so now we are eager to tell tooodas the things we have passed ...
As most of you know, we came to India, and, as a start ....... after 16 hours between flights and expects to reach Delhi, everything looked great, Flights perfect, the best food in the world plane (I think) and all very well until our luggage would not appear .... Delhi, 4am, jet lag and all the toys ... but no bags ...
Operators are cast to sleep on the conveyor belt and get a Finnair employees with a coded English and Hindi that gives us a pamphlet to fill it with what was in the suitcases and their value in rupees .... The we give the guy and begins to cross zeros to the order to "sign here!" and an unexplained set of nonsense words that later discover. Total
, we're going in a taxi to Pahar Ganj, a meeting point for backpackers and Grand Bazaar in Delhi .... that's for him, cows, trash and a lot of shit up here .... expected.
found a half decent hostel and we went to sleep a while since we had stayed with Veronika, our South American friend that manhana Czech. We went to buy some clothes because we had no more than post and we find it, we spent the rest of the day in the Bazaar and praying to God, Buddha, Shiva, Allah or whoever the hell you want to appear our suitcases.
NEXT DAY: You see the maletaaaas !!!!... we go to the airport for them, the office closed, if you see over there, that if the manager's office, and a heat total fucking .... finally found the subject and is carried through customs Adri and appears half an hour later with a face nor Carrefur chickens, but not from there, it is here that are worse. Turns out it was to cross out the zeros of the office because we do not jodieran can bring only 8000-odd rupees or 100 euros each .. and we declare ..... 25000 17000 rupees difference we were willing to pay the very thieves ... but Adri with a pair of ovaries were told that they would pay the Singer Rita and she can not pay them.
We returned with suitcases and all seemed arranged ..... until we encontrams with two friends: puke puke and diarrhea .... then left but diarrhea remained a week longer with us, all this in place more insane world where you can be sick ... so dangerous roll of Vietnam Saigon, hives on the walls and mmuuuuuucho heat. WE
Get out of here !!!!!!!!!! or whether the song rickshaw and address Varanasi railway station .... 13 little hours (of which half in Trainspotting banho ).... think that nothing can be worse? for with my dizziness and head out the window in the head I like this piece of metal window MECAWEN ....... .... in spanish and so no one understands me and we continue the journey.
The Holy City of Hinduism, Benares or Varanasi, which arrived with 3 or 4 hours late and still more heat, another rickshaw and the hostel, which Vero and we knew where fast. A rosette spray of chilly and ponk Aguita! gap in the head with the tap since the shower did not work ... as you see it? we felt of India, we liked it but we do not, and a huge desire to fly to the beach or some place better ..
In short, Delhi was obviously horrible .... first contact with India, people, smells, more people, cows, dirt, disease, still more people and luggage. The thing was better, the truth and Varanasi is a city that lost and learning to enjoy this land of contrasts, streets, crematoria in the Ganges, women and their saris .... muchs feelings begin to digest now that it seems that everything starts working ... who knows what will happen ????? SAB KUCH milage!! everything is possible in India ....... We love you
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