Lost in Delhi and another stories...

Our arrival...
the way vas long, almost ten hours in plane.We flew through Vienna Another word. Everything wearswears in black leather everybody's worn leather on body.I've tried to speak in english with Artur.successful, isn't it? Who knows?

 A lot of speeches about an air crushes within we took of the ground.After We've reached a driver of hostel's taxi named Phakri, got us into as old and destroyed car as possible and hit the road.That's a buuuuumpy ride. He did not pull up the van on the lights, we heard just horns from every crazy car we met and from our ruined vehicle.About 2 at mornig and guys in a truck-without LIGHTS.
                                                                           

"here we are Sir, Did i ride good?"

"Yea that's a bumpy ride man otherwise you're a good driver!"

"Thank Yu, Sir,yu give me a tip?!"

The hostel "Smyle inn" is good I guess.

         

                                                           

                                                    

7.2

A bit busy day  today. We wanted to wake up early.Impossible maaan!!We catched latest breakfasťbout 10 then hit the road to the streets.We're livin close to Main Bazaar. Life here is everywhere dude.That's nice."take a look cyclerikshaw there...and there, that place."We've catched one to ride to Laxmi Narayan Temple, turn back to Pahar Ganj-Main Bazaar."Hey man, can you fetch us to Raj Ghat?"

"Yes Sir, hundreed rupees Sir"

"How much you say?Eighty?"

"No Sir, nineghty"

"Eighty...Last offer!"              

"Okay, take a seat"                  

                                                                                          

     Raj Ghat, as I said, is more a park then Ghat nowadays.We are hanging about there couple of hours.Keep self under a palm trees out of direct sunlight out of crowds and just talking about dreams you know.I mean the dreams you have are gleam of your thoughs.Now we're steanding in front of Lal Quila (Red Fort in english) the jewel of Delhi of Mughal Era. The fort lies on almost 260 acres with all its flowers, houses, aquaductes and a water canals is a small paradise on the Earth              

                                                                                             

"If there is a paradise on earth,

                                                              It is this, it is this, it is this..."

                                                                                      -Amir Khusro

                                                                                                                                          We got inside with a guy. He had catched us in front of main gate. He was just talking and talking about everything we saw the entrance gate from red sandy stone its hundred footsteps is huge gate i've ever seen.Behind you'll find a market place. In early days only 3 hundred wifes of king did shopper there and just jewellery, dress and stuff like that. We're fastly walking around these place saw the bath, the king's own house. A new friend's talking all the time."Quite nice guy he wants to tell us something of history that place" was my thoughs. Ultimately, perhaps after half an hour of walking around, he's telling this fucking words.

"So guys, we're at the END of story, I'm a regular guider, look this is my ID you're GIVING me 6 hundred bucks!"

"Why did not you tell us earlier?Could it be FOUR HUNDREd?"

"No Sir,6 hundred or 10 dollars"

       

 

                                                                         

8.2

Last day in Delhi.Sometimes i contemplate where is the sense of being?You knoww all the mess on streets here, people slepping in a corner there, a big white dog with huge udder scratches ground, all these bananas in a teapots."HAREK, HAREK, HAREK." Street seller, a man of desire, would sell, buy, rent, lend the kingdom of heaven."Would you love?I've got all colours just say.Yellow-OK."

I got used them.It's become a game. Street game where you're a lurer if you know what you want. Sometimes I feel my fellow's unsatisfied with allthings he sees.Like he doesn't take a life is life.Twists around self only. What to say more the last day here runs quiet fast noise comming deeper to my soul to bear together with.

9.2 

a traveling day's before us. We've packed up early, tip a reception guy and hit the road with hired taxi earlier then i expected buddy, at half past 4.The train from Anand Vihar to Haldwani rides 5 hours We're reaching rail station soon but train's ALLREADY there I' m smoking my first cigarete today. Actually I'm lying you that's second.Trains of India are even better than Regiojet they offer you a newspaper, tea twice time, lunch,snack and you don't have to pay only if want to do it.

                         

Country side behind windows' sad sometimes bright. Fields haze over self into a slight mist just the sun shines through. Next city, Haldwani, came prety fast, cyklo and autorickshaw had surrounded us."Taxi, Sir?"from one side"woul you love texi?"...We had reached Kotabagh by a local bus after a long way I met a farmer just small guy,almost evrybody is a size of Artur except a taller one sized like me, he wanted to meet us in near village to Kotabagh but we did not meet him ultimately.                                                                                   

                                                                                            Really loooooong ride...                                                                   

     

                     

                    

                    Sitting in such

                    take a look - small busss

                    with local men there!