Being in India about a month now I can say I like it. It is a huge difference with where ever you come from, a fact I know too well. Nevertheless it took me 3 weeks to get accustomed to the traffic, the never ending attention, the heat and the effort to get just anything done. Cycling, again, is an absolute different approach to India.
I now enjoy the funny little ways of people in the back of a riksja, the men yelling along the road, the bright smiles flashed from shiny women faces and the bewildered looks I receive ever so often. It is a most challenging way of traveling, cycling in India.
And so it happens I am asked by a curly bearded Muslim riksja wallah after my route. Funny he advises me to go to the original Sai Baba, while he translates for yet another journalist. Krishna from Sakshi, an Andhra Pradesh news paper.
This is where it’s about: without the language and food barrier, I am roaming around the world to understand the lifestyle and culture of people and lot’s of cycle followers locally guarding throughout my journey in South India: I am researching the civilization.
Quite funny as these answers were never coming from questions generating such…
As for now, I am enjoying the luxury of a touristic hotspot, Virupapura Gaddi, across the river of Hampi. That means the much needed quietness and being able to sit alone along the rice fields. The only thing lacking is good Indian food, but I can live with that for now.