It was still only the first day of my 50 days in India, but already so many things happened, that I couldn’t keep up with my own thoughts and emotions. The day was close to its end, and the sun was setting down somewhere above the great city of Delhi. The bus was still in the huge city, but the first part of my journey ended, and I was on my way to start the next part. I don’t know what time it was or since how long I was on the bus, all my memories are chaotic and mixed with images I saw in my strange state of consciousness halfway between sleep and wake. And even though my body still suffered from the lack of sleep and food – I had but a single naan I packed when I was in the restaurant, waiting for the time to meet the ticket broker, and eating it was hardly enough to end hunger – somehow, inside I was happy and excited about the journey. I think I had some sleep, maybe an hour or two on the bus, because I gathered a bit of strength back, enough to take a few photos through the window.
- 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