So I have arrived in Bangkok and its brilliant! The taxi ride from the airport to my hostel seemed like a dream. It felt so calm after the heticness of Mumbai. There was no beeping of cars and hardly any motorbikes. As i looked out of the window all I could think was “this city is going to be fun”.
My time in India has been hard. I won’t lie. I was completely overwhelmed when I first arrived. Its certainly not an easy place. Everything is a little bit too much and even the simplest of Journeys can frustrating and tiresome. The extremes between rich and poor might never change, but I do believe something will.
With the recent case of a female student who was attacked and raped on a bus in Delhi, I think its understanding how you can feel vulnerable here as western female. All over the news there are new cases of people being raped and the horrifying truth of just how many people are effected.
After such enjoyable times on the local busses for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to book a bus up to Mumbai. With the conditions of the roads and the safety aspects of driving at night I stupidly booked a bus to travel through the day thinking I could look out oft the windows and see the scenery as I went by. This was a huge mistake. I ended up booking a bed not a seat so spent 14 hours feeling like a battery chicken, lying in the tiniest compartment, shivering as the air conditioning was broken, whilst my bus played whacky racers all along the road. Never again!
The Local busses here are by far the best way of getting around. The driving in India is generally pretty terrifying so its nice to be in a bigger vehicle that can’t physically travel as fast as a car. (Taking a taxi trip can feel like you are in a a game of crazy taxi). The busses are by far the cheapest way too.
Today it is Holi Festival. I get the feeling you don’t quite get the full experience here in Goa as you do in some north regions such as Rajistan. Most of the Locals are actually Catholic. I still managed to covered in coloured dust on a walk to the beach tho.
Having spent the last week in Nepal it seems quite surreal to be back in India. Now in the South visiting Goa is seems like a different world to Delhi. The beaches are beautiful and everyone seems much happier here. With its obvious portuguese influence and golden beaches its sometimes easy to forget that you are in India at all. (There is also a massive Russian population).
After spending my first few weeks of traveling in stifling Delhi its a pleasure to come to Nepal. Not only is it so much cooler up here but it has a different atmosphere entirely. Once you escape the pollution bubble of Kathmandu you really get an understanding of what this place is all about. Its astounding. Part of my heart will forever remain here. Im totally in love with it. I’m so happy to know that people live in these kinds of climates leading a simple life and not only survive but are happy too.
Yesterday I went to the Taj Mahal. It was is a wonder. It was such a beautiful place, I can only hope that some day I find someone willing to love me as much as Shah Jahan loved Mumtaz Mahal. Tomorrow I am leaving India to visit Nepal for a week. It seems silly not seeing as I am so close.
During my time in Delhi I have felt a huge mix of emotions. It is like nowhere I have been before. There is a massive juxtaposition between those who have money and those who don’t. My first few days in Delhi where so overwhelming, I just couldn’t get used the conditions in what people seemed to live in. People begging for money and children in scruffy clothes crying as their mothers thrust them in your face in a desperate plea. It was terrible and I felt so guilty that I couldn’t help. Everything seemed so desperate, so on the verge on collapse, yet it survived.