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  • Day287


    October 15, 2017 in India

    Chennai, maybe the noisiest, busiest and dirtiest city I've been before. My arrival was unspectacular, everything went well. Like in all over asia the tuktuk driver awaited me. I'm the rich white guy. :-)
    Very disappointed they realized that I'm on a budget and not willed to pay between 250 and 500 rupees for the ride to my hostel. I waited half an hour for my bus und eventually I paid nothing because it was to crowded.
    The road to my hostel is dirty, stuffed with cars, honking all the time mostly without any reason. The Indian are very friendly. If I smile to them, they smile back. Something I miss in Germany. I found my hostel, a good recognizable red door and a Hugh lollipop made clear: this is the red lollipop hostel! My first impression: very clean, well structured and super friendly. The staff is helpful and always good for an advice. He showed me good places for dinner and I asked him if he speaks Tamil! So maybe he could teach my some basics, just in case... His answer was surprising. There no reason to learn Tamil because everyone speaks English very well and if I talk Tamil none will understand me...
    OK, I'll try it somewhere else.

    I went to the common room play guitar and meet some people. Guitar playing usually connects people... Not if just frenchies are in the hostel. Tried to get in touch with them, started a kind of a conversation but they weren't interested... Maybe a bit stereotype but this is common for frenchies.

    I slept well, but woke up way to early. 3:30am fell asleep again and was awake at 7am.
    After a poorly breakfast (two slices of sweet bread and my first cup of Indian milk tea) in a food stall, I went to the bus station and took the bus to Pondicherry, a city Lena recommended me.
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  • Day108


    April 1 in India

    Notes from Chennai (formerly called Madras)

    India note # 1: India loves bureaucracy. As a former British colony, India fell in love with forms and stamps and approval letters and multiple documents, and layers and layers of supervision. Even after completing an exhausting application for visas, four of the staterooms onboard failed to receive an e-landing card from India immigration. Ours was one of the four. So we were told that we would simply have our visas hand-processed. Simple. At immigration station number 1, the uniformed immigration official didn’t know what to do with us, so he called his boss. The boss didn’t know what to do with us, so he called his boss. This boss couldn’t get his scanner to work and Glenda was kind enough to start trying to tell him what he needed to do to fix it. I don’t think he spoke English, but that didn’t stop Glenda. She kept at it. I whispered, or I tried to whisper, “Glenda, for God’s sake, don’t start trying to play Nancy Drew right now!” He looked at Glenda funny, finally stamped our document, signed it and sent us to the next station, telling us that there would be no problem. “Move here. No, here. Stand in line here. Now stop. Wait here. Now move over there. Wait. Now get in this line.” This whole process, complete with multiple bosses, was repeated 3 more times. Four times in all. The last boss was a big, heavy guy with a big black mustache, a sharp looking military uniform and 3 stars on his shoulder boards. I figured he must be a Lieutenant General. At some point in the process, it got funny. Glenda started laughing—not just tittering, but guffawing out loud. Hooting. I shushed her, and she laughed louder. I turned red and tried desperately to get her quiet, as visions of a hot, humid Indian prison danced in my head. She laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. People were looking at us. I was dripping sweat and felt like I was about to die until I glanced up and saw that the General was getting tickled too. I think they all thought that Glenda had, well, a problem. He stamped our landing cards, patted me on the shoulder while shaking his head, and we were on our way.

    The good news is that we get to do this 3 more times, once in Cochin, once in Goa, and once in Mumbai, because we still don’t have the right landing card.

    India note # 2: Cows are cool. If you die and come back as a cow in India, you wander around in people’s yards and the folks pat you on the rump and give you stuff to eat. They won’t kill you or eat you because you’re sacred. Altogether, not a bad deal. Just don’t come back as a cow in America. Cows don’t have as strong a labor union there.

    India note # 3: (Church wonk alert): St. Thomas is here. One of the main reasons I wanted to come to India was that I hoped to see some evidence of the Apostle Thomas (remember “doubting Thomas”?). I have known since seminary of a very strong oral tradition linking St. Thomas with India and the so-called Mar Thoma Church. The tradition holds that he arrived here in 52 AD and brought Christianity to India. I had hoped to see some traces of Thomas, but didn’t really expect to find any. Certainly Thomas was not high on the hit parade of any of my shipmates. However, five minutes after our bus left the port and entered downtown Chennai, we passed a big, white Anglican cathedral. Our guide pointed it out and said that it contains the grave of the Apostle Thomas. Bingo. For me, everything else we do in India is frosting on the cake. For me Thomas was the cake.

    India Note # 4: There is some really old stuff here. We drove to the seaside town of Mahabalipuram to see not just one, but a collection of Hindu temples that go back to the sixth century AD. This is genuinely old stuff—some of the oldest Hindu iconography in existence. We actually walked inside the Holy of Holies of the so-called Shore temple. Though the temple has been deconsecrated, I think there are still some venerable old spirits who call this place home. Oh yes, it just happens to be located on the seaside site of a first century port which appears on some old Roman maps.

    India note # 5: You gotta honk your horn constantly when you drive because there are no traffic lights. By the way, they drive on the wrong side of the road here. And there are lots of scooters carrying 3 or 4 people. But it’s cool. It works.

    India note # 6: (For adults only) Hawkers are very persistent. As you walk from the bus to—anywhere—some very nice, wonderful, but very poor people will walk alongside you, trying to sell you little statues of Buddha or Krishna, little necklaces or drawings or trinkets. They will always say that they sculpted or painted or wove the object themselves. Maybe they did, but I doubt it. One huckster, with limited English skills, approached Glenda with a set of heavy cardboard circles, each beautifully painted and lacquered. If you folded the top down each showed a lovely picture of a different bird or animal. If you folded the bottom up, it showed one of the 245 sexual positions of the Kamasutra, some of which could be performed only by a contortionist. Glenda wasn’t sure that the salesman understood her English, but she looked him in the eye, put her hand on his shoulder and said in her sweetest Southern drawl, “Honey, I’m 66 years old, have a hip replacement and arthritis. Now, really, what do you think I’m going to do with this?”

    India note # 7: The people here are really nice. Over 90% are Hindus, which means that they are relaxed, non-violent vegetarians. Well, they are relaxed and non-violent once they stop driving and honking their horns. They smile at you, and they wave at your bus as you pass. Even the kids. Yeah, the beggars and the hawkers can be a bit aggressive, but they’re just trying to make a living too. I saw some young men at the temple. They saw my camera and I saw theirs, so we just smiled, then took each other’s photos, then laughed and waved as we parted. In spite of all the crowding and poverty, I think I like this place. It’s certainly not America, but for the people here it all somehow works.
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  • Day4

    After a routine day in IITM, getting scolded for ignoring my duties in Saathi and spending more time with my buddies, (SIM card for Julian, a quick nap in ganga learning a few words again in different languages followed by a dinner with the Czechs WHO ARE AMZZZZINGGGGGGGGG) we left for the bar SNS. The Czechs (2m long Ondrej and Jan)are amazing for mainly these reasons :
    1. The laugh a lottttttt!!!!
    2. They are Czech :P
    3. They promised to drink like 5L of beer easily to break Eike's record :P
    4. They taught me such nice words :D
    Mam rad velky kozy
    Ukaz mi kozy
    Hahahahhahahahah i won't tell me what they mean but they're damn funny :)
    Well the wonderful part about this bar is that it takes so long to find it !!!!
    We went around circles for nearly an hour before we finally got to the location and through a small window of opportunity (literally) we entered the place. It was super awesome and air-conditioned like the Himalayas. The manager told us that we could order only once so the Czechs and the Aussie order like a ton of drink while the others settled for a coke. Sipping our drinks we discussed about our trip plans ahead until our onion pakodas came :D. They we're the best but still neither too bad. We wanted to play pool but we'll they didn't allow us so we were a bit restless to go back to the institute. We cunningly booked a cab soon and the others and to finish their drinks soon and we left. With the only girl sitting in the front seat and the lil ones sitting in the back seat. The biggest guys were sitting in the middle seat!!! It was so damn squishy lol hahahahhaha!!! The pics we took there were awesome :D .... Forget my expression please... We came back then had a nice talk then went for the work ahead.

    The next day started really late and we went for a free meal at RR courtesy of the old faggot who was inside luckily for us. It was a decent one actually. Then we played carrom which Lorenzo and Jannik (the new one) are quite good at. It was fun. Then Julian and me went to BRU for noodles and then IRCTC for the rest of the food then i showed him my hostel. He seemed to like it. He's SUCH A NICE GUY!!!!! :3
    Work for Saathi then and finally we left for phoenix after convincing Mayank too :P
    The auto ride was awessoomeeee big guy on top of others lol :P
    Czechs are awesome!!!
    American is awesome at bowling along with he big guy!!!
    The Hindi words they learned were soo cool!!!!
    Big guy won the bowling round 1 i took the 2nd :P
    We then had MOMOS!!!
    Really cool and rehearsed the taught sentences on the way back and then i came back and wrote my blog :P
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  • Day26

    First Time FOOSBALL!!!

    August 18, 2017 in India

    So after an exhaustive day of going from one place to another with my buddies (with no repaired bicycle) and failure to watch GOT in the library, the night was a good one. It was a first time i could try my hand at Foosball after having heard so much about it !!! (From friends) i am really bad at it but thanks jullian (half dodo) for helping me so much lel :P. The place is really nice with pleasant music and also lots of things to play. We started our discussions with dicke dinger and niquable as always but some useful words were added to the vocabulary as a result.
    Bist du verrueckt .... ARE YOU STUPID ??
    Je duas ale pisse..... I MUST PEE!!
    I wanna go again so that i get better at Foosball :( ...
    I tried pool too it's so cool!!!
    Good night
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