The madness of North India

The Main Bazaar in Delhi at night
The Main Bazaar in Delhi at night

The first thing you will notice when in the North of India are the cows. Cows – they are everywhere. Wherever you go, whatever you see, there will be cows. In India, especially in the north of the country, cows are regarded as holy – which means that you won´t find any beef on the menu. It also means that cows can roam the streets without being touched. Don´t get me wrong the locals have their sticks ready in case a cow goes for their fruit stalls. But other than that there is no interfering with them. If a cow blocks the traffic – so be it. The traffic waits. As long as the cow needs to leave the road. Continue reading “The madness of North India”

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India – from South to North in the most difficult way

Welcome to India!
         Welcome to India!

Since I started travelling I have met hundreds of other travellers. To break the ice most conversations really start with “How long have you been travelling? Where have you been? And where are you going next?” Now, that third question is the one you got to look out for. Why is that? Because there are two types of travellers and the answer will show what kind of traveller you have in front of you.     Continue reading “India – from South to North in the most difficult way”

Back on the road!

Sunset at Sri Lankas South Coast
            Sunset at Sri Lankas South Coast

And then it was that time again. After eight months back in the motherland the day arrived and it was time to say Goodbye again. After working my butt off in a job, that I will definitely not pursue as a career, but which has definitely taught me some lessons regarding real working life, walking a minimum of ten kilometres every day, having to deal with all kinds of people (and let me put it this way – I lost a bit of my faith in humanity), being under constant stress while working every damn single weekend without fail – it also made me a whole lot of money in a short amount of time, thanks to the German tipping culture. So all the hard work was really more than worth it. Especially when I finished my last day at work, had a beer with one of my best friend overlooking the Hamburg Harbour, realising that I would be off again in just a few days. Continue reading “Back on the road!”