Every day is a journey, whether I am at home or abroad. I am currently in Pushkar in Rajasthan, India. The iBook is currently performing as it should, and you can now follow this journey.
This is my second time in Pushkar, and my third journey in India. The first time was in 1972, and due to many reasons it took me 38 years to return here. It was fabulous to be here in 2009, and also now. I think I need to travel here once a year to maintain the balance between east and west inside me. The journey in 2009 was described in Gateavisa #188 under the title: India, no problem. The journey in 1972 is included in the book Shit, en cellebiografi (Shit, a cell biography), published on Press i 2001.
Once again are we going to India, to this remarkable reality that unfolds on the Indian subcontinent. Yeah, remarkable, and also so different from the reality we have chiseled in the West. I am travelling with a friend, a good friend who has paid my ticket. Something I could not afford myself. He is about the same age as my oldest daughter, and many people ask if he is my son. This is what it is like when a 62-year-old is travelling with a 33-year-old. Well, it functions nicely, and the journey is sort of education in culture and manners, something which is popular these days.
Today is Wednesday, we ordered the ticket on Monday. On Tuesday we flew from Gardermoen through Frankfurth with SAS. After eating some salmon we had brought with us, while waiting a few hours, we enter a jumbo jet from Air India. We pass first class, where you can fold the seats into a bed, but we are travelling on tourist class, and will have to try to find a comfortable upright position during the next nine hours. We arrive Indira Gandi Airport, which is recently constructed. It is slightly raining and the temperature is comfortable for Northerners like us. For Indians it is probably different, it is winter in Delhi. We spend the first night at Rak hotel, close to Main Marked Street, where the backpackers are gathering. There are a lot of backpackers at all ages here. Some are travelling with children, and it seems like India is a good destination for the visitors.
We order a car with a driver for the following day. We are going to Pushkar in Rajastan to meet my Banjare friends – Indian Roma people. When we were here last year, my friend gave them money to construct a house. Indians we spoke to then, were skeptical to the whole thing, and thought that our friends would never construct the house. The Roma people have a difficult reputation, also here in India. The house is built, they have sent us photos with cell phone, and we are planning to spend New Years Eve with our friends in the little house in the desert just outside Pushkar.
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