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.
