(A mes amis francophones, le blog d'Inde sera en anglais pour le partager avec le plus de gens possible... )
I finally made it to New Delhi, after about 29 hours in transit. Not bad I say, but that’s after a refreshing 4 hours of sleep and copious amounts of very sweet Chai Masala; )
So little Isabelle with her posse of middle aged ladies from the 450 made it to the Amsterdam meditation room for a little meditating, and some sleep cleverly disguised as Savasanah. We were soon joined by a group of Muslims who proceeded to put their mats down and started praying. They were all facing the same direction, but I do not know how they knew that was Mecca, as most of the time I barely know which way is up, but that’s an entirely different topic.
We felt a little self-conscious, lying around on our mats, felt so trivial compared to their elaborate payers. Their wives were waiting with noisy kids right outside, I guess prayer is man stuff? They all smelt pretty organic too, which I saw as good practice for the upcoming weeks. When they left, we managed to squeeze in a few downward dogs and assorted twists and so on. Felt great and naughty for some reason?
Flights were loooooooong. Watched Love and other drugs, and then Black Swan on the first leg, and then Hereafter and Burlesque on the second one (that last one felt like slim pickings I know). Lots of sex scenes between Montreal and Amsterdam, which was unfortunate considering the next three weeks will be dry action-wise ; )
Got to the airport, went through customs quickly, had to give my only pen to the customs guy, otherwise I’d probably still be waiting! It took over two hours to get my luggage, there were four attendants but only one was actually helping the suitcases along, the other boys just looking frightened by the haggard crazy Canadian lady huffing next too them trying her best not to climb into the carousel herself and extracting her packsack directly from the plane hold. Not my most yogic moment I’m afraid.
Looking forward to Rishikesh which will be quieter, maybe I can sleep?
Had a bit of a breakdown last night when we got to the hotel, when I found out I was staying at the same hotel as Bita, across the street. Somehow crossing the street and checking in with yet another strange Indian man was the straw that broke the vase. Exactly. Bita took me by the hand and walked me to my room and it was fine. I basically have the street in bed with me, it’s so noisy, but I'll get to sleep eventually. In the meanwhile I got me internet access (yeah!) so I will blog a bit, have a shower and find some breakfast! Food on the plane was vegetarian Indian (thanks to Bita) but amazing. I will love it here, I think – eventually.
Three things I’m grateful for today:
- I made it her in one piece, with my luggage and (most of) my sanity.
- Everything is so alive and vivid.
- My hotel room is spacious and clean and new.
I finally made it to New Delhi, after about 29 hours in transit. Not bad I say, but that’s after a refreshing 4 hours of sleep and copious amounts of very sweet Chai Masala; )
So little Isabelle with her posse of middle aged ladies from the 450 made it to the Amsterdam meditation room for a little meditating, and some sleep cleverly disguised as Savasanah. We were soon joined by a group of Muslims who proceeded to put their mats down and started praying. They were all facing the same direction, but I do not know how they knew that was Mecca, as most of the time I barely know which way is up, but that’s an entirely different topic.
We felt a little self-conscious, lying around on our mats, felt so trivial compared to their elaborate payers. Their wives were waiting with noisy kids right outside, I guess prayer is man stuff? They all smelt pretty organic too, which I saw as good practice for the upcoming weeks. When they left, we managed to squeeze in a few downward dogs and assorted twists and so on. Felt great and naughty for some reason?
Flights were loooooooong. Watched Love and other drugs, and then Black Swan on the first leg, and then Hereafter and Burlesque on the second one (that last one felt like slim pickings I know). Lots of sex scenes between Montreal and Amsterdam, which was unfortunate considering the next three weeks will be dry action-wise ; )
Got to the airport, went through customs quickly, had to give my only pen to the customs guy, otherwise I’d probably still be waiting! It took over two hours to get my luggage, there were four attendants but only one was actually helping the suitcases along, the other boys just looking frightened by the haggard crazy Canadian lady huffing next too them trying her best not to climb into the carousel herself and extracting her packsack directly from the plane hold. Not my most yogic moment I’m afraid.
Looking forward to Rishikesh which will be quieter, maybe I can sleep?
Had a bit of a breakdown last night when we got to the hotel, when I found out I was staying at the same hotel as Bita, across the street. Somehow crossing the street and checking in with yet another strange Indian man was the straw that broke the vase. Exactly. Bita took me by the hand and walked me to my room and it was fine. I basically have the street in bed with me, it’s so noisy, but I'll get to sleep eventually. In the meanwhile I got me internet access (yeah!) so I will blog a bit, have a shower and find some breakfast! Food on the plane was vegetarian Indian (thanks to Bita) but amazing. I will love it here, I think – eventually.
Three things I’m grateful for today:
- I made it her in one piece, with my luggage and (most of) my sanity.
- Everything is so alive and vivid.
- My hotel room is spacious and clean and new.
No comments:
Post a Comment