Streetdogs are almost everywhere in India, some are quite fine, getting food from people living nearby, or getting left over food from restaurants, stores… but many are starving, sick and afraid of humans, bc they usually get showed away wherever they are and have had bad experiences with humans. The situation of streetdogs in India made me feel very helpless; there are so unbelievable many of them; we anyway can’t help all of them…but at least we can help some of them; show them love, give them a cuddle, so they learn to trust humans again, and give them left over food or get them some medicine against fleas (very cheap in Indian Pharmacies!).
Tag: love
In the mountains
This is me, probably as happy as almost never before, holding the baby dog of a friend I stayed with in the mountains. I definitely will return to that place in Portugal, as I had an unbelievable amazing time there with so lovely people,…but also crazy experiences which made me think a lot and changed my point of view on life…So I’ll write a bigger post about that place and the people there on my other blog as soon as I have enough time…
Indian shops
Indian shops and supermarkets are quite different than ours. This shopkeeper was selling stuff on the street in front of his shop which is placed in the castle of Jaisalmer.
29.12.2019//19.27//now
This is me, few weeks ago. I am 20 now, studying Social Work in a small town in Germany, which I surprisingly love, but missing travelling so much, that I’ll be posting memories from my journeys all the time. However, now I’m back home for 3 months for the practical part of my studies…and already missing everyone from university so much…but excited aswell how everything will go on, as nothing seems safe to me right now. But I like that. I like the feeling of not having any safe plans for the future.
North to South by train
I can’t remember where exactly I took that picture, but it was somewhere on the way from Himachal Pradesh down to Goa. All together it took us around 5 days with the train to reach Goa, and even if others may have different experiences, I had only good experiences with train-travelling in India and actually enjoyed the days in the train, watching tbe landscape outside and being impressed by the huge variety of nature and landscapes in India.
Pushkar
That picture I took while we drove back after exploring some villages around Pushkar (Rajasthan). There were no other tourists at all, and I really felt like on a different planet, being stared at by the few people who were outside even it was around 40°C in the shadow. However, the landscape out there’s amazing, desert-like, but still some plants, very few lakes, grass, and endless roads,just sometimes getting crossed by goats and cows.
Kasol, and why I went another time to India
A lovely street dog and me, in Kasol, India, few weeks ago.
Sometimes I still wonder, how I ended up spending 4 months in India…as I had planned only two months, feb and march, mostly to do a yoga teacher course…India itself didn’t interest me that much, back then.
But from the first day on, it completly overwhelmed me with all the places full of beautiful, pure, chaotic life.
I still remember how thick the tropical air was when I left the airport, and this strange, different smell, the sounds of this – for me – new piece of earth…
I guess this was when I realized, that it would be damn different than my journeys before.
And so it was.
I travelled around, together with a lovely friend from home, explored, learned and mostly learned how less I knew because I were always staying in safe, clean and grey europe.
And I learned, that all my expectations how the people would be here were clearly influenced by stupid german media, western media.
So, forget all the western stories about this country and go and explore by yourself!;)
About how I came back to India…
I couldn’t get enough in these two months, feb and march, I couldn’t get enough of the nature, the mountains, the jungle, the sea, the fruitshops, the markets and rikscharides, the sunsets and coconuts, yogalessons and meetings with other travellers, culture and food, and all these people living here, and especially one of them, so that’s why I am here again.
Penacova – Way to the people in the mountains
Last days were kinda hard; we went away from every ‘safe’ space, away from our friends in Vila Nova de Cerveira, away from Coimbra, away from all bigger cities, completly abroad, sleeping in our tents or in abandoned houses, only hitchhiking or walking, and even if the usually short way took us almost a week, it was worth every second of it…and I realised that I really don’t need much more than little bit of good food, water and something to keep me warm now in autumn, and some lovely people around me, everything else isn’t necessary to be happy.
The picture was taken on the roof of an abandoned hotel where we slept and shows the valley of Penacova, a magical small city placed on and between some mountains, separated into two parts by a huge river flowing through….
Coimbra – Way to the people in the mountains
Everything got even more crazy, completly crazy and exciting…the plans I had didn’t work out at all, but finally I got where I needed to go…and did what I needed to do…and found beauty in places I never searched for it…However, first stop was Coimbra, a magic city in Portugal, full of lovely young people, placed next to a huge river, surrounded by some hills…
First days in Matavenero
My first days in Matavenero were so overwhelming…met so many lovely people, found a beautiful place to stay there and discovered the mountains around again, like one year ago…