How to enjoy a wonderful trek in the Himalayas with heaps of locals – part 2.
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How to enjoy a vey affordable trek in the Himalayas.
A trek doesn’t have to be quiet, does it?
Enigmatic statues overlooking a lake in the middle of India.
Last Indian soundmix, recordings from Pune, Mumbai, Delhi, the Himalaya, Kasol and Agra.
An Indian train is not any train (text and photos).
Queues, local sandwiches, autorickshaw… well, another slice of India.
From Chennai to Delhi, water and dust and beautiful songs, timeless rituals and anthems strong.
Once in a while I do go to touristy places. Like that day when we drove (in a car! Luxury!) to ma-what-was-it-puram.
You might have heard of Chennai as “Madras”, as it was called by the Britishers.
Getting away from the tourists and closer to the heart of India.
A city of mixed influences on the Eastern Coast with playing children and angry goddesses.
Rangolis and typewriting institutes… everyday pieces of Indian poetry.
What does travelling in India sound like? Follow me!
Four months in India, a handful of languages and scripts and bus trips and nights in trains and good friends and and and… and a fantastic hand-made map
How I got to Kerala on a day India was closed and how the police drove me to Amma’s ashram.
How I strolled around the botanical garden in Bangalore with a total stranger and bought my first Indian clothes.
Good times in Hyderabad
“HAHA!” Gandhi laughed me from a 20-rupees note.
Sit back, close your eyes and let me show you my India – with sounds!
A sun rise and a sun temple in the East coast of India.
Four months and a half on the subcontinent, I guess I can say… I’ve been in India!
Bon ben voila, je crois qu’on peut dire que j’ai été en Inde!
(En Francais juste en dessous) We were in Agra. Béré was resting in the guesthouse’s room and I had gone for a walk on my own. I decided to treat myself with a last chai for the day and gulab jamun. As I was eating the overly sweet brown delicacies …
And I landed in Bhubaneswar for a night… why not? The Gods are colourful there!
Catapulted from quiet Iran into the heart of India. First dip, was I gonna drown?
Where I ask you to be patient. Voulez-vous bien m’attendre un peu chers lecteurs?
Fighting other people prejudice and getting to a new place in a neutral state of mind… not really a piece of cake!
Ne pas se laisser influencer par les autres, ne pas avoir de préjugés… pas une mince affaire!
Bright smiles and cheeky eyes, the lively Hampi kids tried their music abilities out!