Roaming around Hyderabad

Hyderabad from Banjara Hills

Hyderabad from Banjara Hills

Chaharminar

Chaharminar

Chaharminar

Chaharminar

View from the Chaharminar

View from the Chaharminar

A little army of autos

A little army of autos

Empty bazaar

Empty bazaar

Empty bazaar

Empty bazaar

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Chowmahalla Palace

Temple at dusk

Temple at dusk

Car pooja

Car pooja

Car pooja

Car pooja

Scooter pooja

Scooter pooja

Scooter pooja

Scooter pooja

Little city alter

Little city alter

Little city god

Little city god

Drinking water for a hot day

Drinking water for a hot day

Offered by some politician for your vote

My first pan!

My first pan!

The sweetest host ever: Yogi

The sweetest host ever: Yogi

Hyderabad from Banjara Hills at dusk

Hyderabad from Banjara Hills at dusk

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I have been twice to Hyderabad, but I haven’t taken many pictures. It took me some time to realise that it was HyDerabad – I was reading HyPerabad, I thought it was a funny name. I wasn’t quite used to Indian names the first time I went. So when I heard of the next town, Secunderabad, I thought it was a joke (the second/secund city, it was similar enough)! But it wasn’t, Secunderabad is were I got off the train the first time. I could never orientate myself in Hyderabad, as there is a giant flyover in the city that makes every bit look alike – except for the old Muslim part.

So I didn’t take too many pictures in Hyderabad. The first time, it was because I was tired and a bit sick from too much train-travelling. When I was not home resting, I was on the backseat of my host’s motorcycle, a place where I am in no way relaxed enough to take pictures! The second time, it was because I was in excellent company and just forgot to take pictures.

On the last day of my first stay I rushed to see the Chaharminar, Hyderabad’s emblem, and the Chowmahalla Palace (quite interesting exhibition on the nizams who ruled over the city for years). Then no one could say I didn’t visit anything in Hyderabad. But the whole time I was there, I wanted to go to an old fort farther away… and never made it. That makes a good excuse now to go back to Hyderabad and India altogether :)

I’ve seen interesting things in Hyderabad though. I have seen the Muslim area around the Chaharminar twice, once completely empty and once buzzing with a vibrant bazaar (the hopeful “Yes M’am??” at my sight quickly became tiring though). I have been to a high-tech temple with security cameras (no pictures allowed). I was amazed to realise that it is a common thing to do a pooja (a religious ceremony) for… a new car or scooter! It’s to protect you from accidents. Or to protect your life in case of accident. Needless to say that I was quite taken aback…

But the best part in Hyderabad remained the people I met there, my host (the same host both times), the teachers of a film-making school where I had the honour of talking about my adventure a bit,  a lively Greek guy who had opened a restaurant here… My host and his nice roommate lived in a richer area on the hills and from the flat one had a beautiful view over the whole city, which was most of the time weirdly quiet for a city of that size. Driving around with my host I pretty much overcame my fear of motorcycles – he was driving nice and slow for me though :) . My host, my good company and I went down many times to eat delicious and extremely cheap street food at the corner. It’s also where I enjoyed my first pan, a mix of digestive  and sweet stuff rolled in a leaf that you chew and that makes your tongue orange or red… all in all, good memories in Hyderabad (but not much to show for it :) ).

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