Archive for February, 2008

worries and curries

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

Trees, hillsSaturday W. and I are leaving for ‘Little Lhasa’ : Dharamsala. The way there we’ll be taking the bus, with push back seats the travel guy assured us, and the way back we’ll be on the train for the first time. I’m really in worrying mode again because I hear lots of stories of traveling gone bad and people getting robbed and killed. So I worry about that and also about stupid things like disgusting toilets along the way, and whether I should drink nothing the day prior to the night on the bus so I don’t have to go to the toilet all the time.

Yeah, really stupid stuff, that’s right.

Other then the worrying i’m doing really fine. I knit a pair of garter stitch mitts for Shantimayi (look her up, I can’t say anything other than I already did about her) and she really liked them. I think.

I had delicious curry twice today.

Fem seks syw ode ni ti??

Saturday, February 2nd, 2008

Laxman Jhula dusk
Wouter’s parents arrived in Laxman Jhula yesterday and so the ‘village-feeling’ has increased. There are so many Westerners I know here now. Some I know from the last time I was here, others I met this year, but there’s always someone to have dinner with and talk about football in stead of cricket for example.

I have now learned 2 new languages in which to count to 10: Danish and Swedish. Hindi I can no do up to 5. That is also one of the advantages of having a big group of foreign people around you.

But to get away from this homely feel we must go somewhere else, so we’re planning on going to Dharamsala for about two weeks. Not that there’s not a lot of tourists there, but at least we won’t know them. Dharamsala is where the Dalai Lama resides since he’s not so welcome or safe in Tibet.

These rocks are very fotogenic. I don’t know anything to say about them, except that and that I love taking pictures these days. Yesterday I was in Rishikesh by the ghats on the Ganga and I bought a little boat with flowers and incense to let go in the Ganga. I bought it from a girl who was knitting and I had actually just bought lots and loads of knitting yarn myself. So I asked if I could take a picture of her with her knitting and I could. I’ll post it the next time because pictures and uploading take planning here.

I’ll give you this though, for the ‘liefhebber’ (someone who appreciates it) :

Norwegian stocking are finished