The picture reminds me of fairytales, old, untold secrets, but also of warm summernights next to the ocean under a nightblue sky….actually I took it around 5 o’clock in the morning in Coimbra while we where looking for a place to keep warm until the car rental company would open their doors. But it really feels like a fairytale, to be here in Portugal again, to come back to places which are connected with crazy adventures, which are connected with my journey in autumn 2018…even nothing is the same this time; I’m not on a journey to explore everything new, I’m here with my dad, who’s checking out the last things so my parents can move to Portugal in summer, to the place we all fell in love with. It’s a place full of fairytales and magic, full of strong living-beings with crazy stories, it’s a place in the mountains near the sky, it’s valleys full of fruits and burned trees, it’s coffee in the middle of the village in the morning, it’s the sound of drums, guitars and singing people sitting around the bonfire, it’s the feeling of connected souls, connected, as all of us here escaped the system.
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.