Realisations in Goa

Hi folks!
Just a quick note from Mumbai Airport - yes, you were reading it right, MUMBAI Airport :D

Goa wasn't my thing either, the cities were still too small, the air was still too damp, there were still no mosques to see, and still no interesting things to do. Luckily! I met Sam from Nothern Ireland, and I told him my story, how I wanted to go to Dellhi but got convinced to go to Kerala instead, now being in Goa and not liking beaches and churches and the whole situation. And he simply said: "Then why are you here?"

That's right. Why am I in Goa if I don't want to be there?

Sam had booked a train to Mumbai for the following day, so I went to Margao with him where the train was supposed to depart, and tried to get a bus to Delhi. People there told me that it would take me at least 30 hours to go to Delhi by train, so I couldn't even think about taking a bus. But with Sam going to Mumbai I thought - why not? And got into a bus to Mumbai. 13 hours later I was there and another two hours later I knew: This is India how I wanted it to be.

It seems that I got used to the magnitude of Dubai so much, that I only feel at home in big and crowded places :D

So, a few pictures for you to enjoy, taken in Panjim or Margao, Goa.

sunset in Dona Paula

Sam :)

Jesus

cow :D

kitty <3

Bus to Mumbai

first glimpse of the city

No Internet in India

I have many things to tell and even more photos to show, but it's very hard to find a proper internet connection from where I am right now, so these things have to wait.

I'm in Panjim and I'm okay, but I'm not amazed, not astonished, and not excited.
I experience some cool things, now and then - the train ride for example was fascinating of course - but it's just that I expected so much more from "Incredible India".

I guess I simply lost my heart in Dubai.. :)

Sweat, baby, sweat!

I'm in Kerala now for five days, but a part of me is still standing in front of a big window looking at the beautiful Skyline of the Sheikh Zayed Road and the Financial District, listening to great music while sorting the pictures I took during the day, or sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant and smiling at Leos grinning face.

It's beautiful here, but I'm homesick. I can't really see the palms, the birds, the butterflies, the breathtaking colours, can't really hear the strange animals , the wooshing of the sea and the wind in the trees, can't really smell the amazing scents evaporating from the kitchen and everywhere around me.

When I have nothing to do, which is most of the day, I feel alone with myself, havíng left my safe harbour in Dubai. Yet I can't enjoy the peaceful environment, and when others feel ease, I feel restlessness.
I miss the people I met in Dubai, and I miss meeting new people day after day.

Still, I already had great times with Heinrich, Janine, Silvia and Andrea. We went to a touristy city called Varkala, where I bought another great scarf and where we had a delicious dinner. I also had a ride on an elephant, which was less spectacular than expected. On our way back, we stumbled upon a huge festival with thousands of people and even elephants on the streets.

for Petra ;D