NETWORK NOTES IN INDIA
A week has passed since I came from India …
During this time, many of my impressions gained clarity, transformed into phrases that cause emotion, delight and smile from the listener. And many people ask, “How did you go ??
Day one – shock: Plane Moscow Bombay. The flight was quite fascinating. She flew with medical students – Indians from all over Russia. They are on vacation I’m on the “resort”. Even at the airport, I met two lovely boys who spoke well and brightened my 8 hour flight. A spiritually-searching Muscovite, who was probably of the best of intentions, told me that a woman traveling alone in India was considered to be a fallen woman. As it seemed to me, I completely forgot this phrase …
Arriving in Bombay before the train I had about six hours and I decided to wait out the airport. I sat down and studied the English – Russian phrasebook. At the same time looking at the things of my new aircraft friend, who, as he said, went to look for his brother. I stayed with his things for about an hour and a half, and I’m still sitting without steaming on this occasion. Probably with my long sitting, I attracted law enforcement officers, who called the representative of Aeroflot. Thank God, he spoke Russian. He says, “what are you sitting at the railway station, and whose things are those?” And I answer, “Not mine, but that guy.” Of course, he was shocked by such naivety, and he told many stories about terrorists and bombs in suitcases, especially this concerned Duty Free alcohol;)
And we drove this cart in the luggage, what attracted everyone’s attention. Hindus are a very inquisitive people, give them a reason, a handful will immediately gather around you and will follow on their heels, toli empathizing, toli for advice 🙂
I lost my luggage with a little conscience in front of the lad, wandered in a taxi. The taxi was state-owned and air-conditioned; it’s cool and safe.
Here perhaps began my first acquaintance with India. I opened the window and tried to photograph everything that passed me: palm trees, rickshaws, people, mountains of garbage.
In general, the dirt and debris on the streets of India, is a separate conversation. For me it was a shock. Besides the fact that they literally stretch along all the streets, they still stink and attract to themselves all sorts of living creatures and people who are not squeamish.
July is the rainy season. Rain can start at any time, shed a wall – 10 minutes and just as quickly end. It’s not accidental about rain, water gives this rotting heap a special aroma!
Arriving at the local station, I experienced shock number 2. Seeing where I would have to sit for four hours. I quietly made my way onto the platform and sat down on a pet.
But I did not manage to attract attention. At this time of the year, there are almost no Europeans in India. And the more women traveling alone. The village cringed, covering its bare, non-Indian, hands with a stole. So I spent 3 hours.
Then I decided to check my ticket, and for some reason its appearance (printed on a printer) seemed suspicious to me, and I decided to call the company on the tour and ask, “Or maybe I need to change it to normal”
I was told that there are telephones on every corner, yellowish such. I found the phone quickly, no one answered in Moscow. But there was a kind rickshaw who said he would help me. And we went …
While we were driving, I gradually began to get worried and nervous as we drove into the city, and the sight of this Crazy city frightened me again. Later on I always called Bombay – Crazy City, and not otherwise.
And then I remembered the representative of Aeroflot, who gave me his phone just in case. The case was just right. I told the driver to stop, because in general I didn’t understand where he was taking me and my previous anxiety began to grow into panic and fear, which began to literally envelop me, I felt stifling and my thoughts were jumping like crazy. He realizes that the client is panicking, finally announced his dachshund, for what he will finally help me, supposedly change the ticket and bring him to the train. I feel that this is the best way out at that moment, seeing a three-fold overstated tax, I agree and he takes me to the phone. Sunil, the representative of Aeroflot, once again yelled at me (and was shocked by the fact that I went somewhere). I was almost crying, asked him to tell this rickshaw that he would take me back.