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Izraelio misterija Indijoj

September 20, 2012 | India | Permalink

Jau pirma diena Leh ausi patrauke “shalom”, o aki – mazos kepurukes ant vaikinu pakausiu ir Izraelietisko maisto skiltis restoranu meniu. Beje ar zinojot, kad humusas ir snicelis priskiriami prie Izraelietisko maisto? :) Interneto kavinej rodos visi atejusieji bande susisiekti su Izraeliu, indai pardavejai mums is tolo sauke “shalom”, o kur ejom, buvom automatiskai palaikomi zydais. Netrukus akys atsivere ir pamateme, kad aplinkui – gatvese, restoranuose, interneto kavinese ir kelioniu agenturose – daugybe turistu is Izraelio! Jie paprastai judedavo gaujomis, … Continue reading

Audėjėlė

September 15, 2012 | India | Permalink

Viena sekmadienio ryta Manalyje, letai papusryciave kavines sodelyje, tingiai pasukome link senosios kaimo dalies pasivaikscioti. Po desimties minuciu ejimo aukstyn i kalna pasirode tikrasis kaimas ir toks kontrastas turistu uzgultai kaimo daliai, kur daugybe viesbuciu, vakarietisku restoranu ir kepykleliu, viska gaubia muzika ir spalvotos lemputes. O cia tikras kaimas! Tvartai, karves letai ciaumojancios siena, mediniai nameliai ir siauri takeliai, nuseti karviu ekskrementais, vandens pompos ir prie ju palinkusios moterys, plaunancios indus ar kojomis “minkancios” skalbinius. Aki trauke gramozdiskos audimo stakles, … Continue reading

Weaving girl

September 15, 2012 | India | Permalink

Another sunny Sunday morning in Manali. We have slow breakfast in a cafe and go for a stroll to the original Manali village a little further up the hill from the main tourist hangout. Just 10 minutes later we are out of the area of fancy organic-everything cafes and bakeries, ambient / Shiva lounge / reggae music and many colourful lights. Instead, we’re surrounded by unique traditional Himachali wooden houses, cows slowly ruminating in the shade and local women crouching … Continue reading

In the air! / Skrendu…!

September 1, 2012 | India | Permalink

Preparations on top of the hill. The instructor casually unpacks the parachute, attaches me to the seat and explains how to make myself comfortable once we’re in the air. I’m nervous, borderlining fear, he doesn’t even mention it. Gerda appears to be going through the same. I know this will be good, I already feel the rush coming on. When suddenly we start for the edge of the mountain, the world follows in slow-motion. A moment later my feet leave … Continue reading