After a tormented half day, visiting Raj Ghat was somewhat refreshing. Gandhi always inspired me much, and visiting his memorial reminded me how lucky I am to be here, in this magical country. Chloé, Adam and me sat down on a bench to talk and decide where to go. There was a public water fountain nearby, but I didn’t dare to try and drink from it, even though some locals did. Everyone strongly suggested to not do it unless I want to catch some very nasty illness. Even most of the locals did buy bottled drinking water, and so did we.
I decided to leave my heavy backpack behind for a while, and wash my arms, chest and face, and wet my hat. The heat was unbearable, and I was technically breathing hot steam which felt like it burns my throat and lungs, and I couldn’t escape anywhere from it, but the cold water gave me a few minutes of refreshment.
- Reviving memories
- A honest "coming out"
- [India & West-Tibet 2011] Part 1: Leap of faith
- [India & West-Tibet 2011] Part 2: Culture shock
- [India & West-Tibet 2011] Part 3: Leaving the city
- [India & West-Tibet 2011] Part 4: Into the mountains
- [India & West-Tibet 2011] Part 5: Vashist
- [India & West-Tibet 2011] Part 6: A new life