Evelies’s tripbloggin’

here are some photo’s evelies sent around in March..

und hier dazugeschrieben Text:)

“Hello my good friends, beloved family members and travel partners.

I sat down. And I wrote a text. And i have no idea if it is interesting, if I wrote down to much or maybe I stuck with the wrong little details. But if you want you can read about  evelies breaking free from Europe and trying to find out about life  and freedom in a country that is so different and so similar.

I felt like telling you that its all still going ok with india and me. Even though we had a hard time loving each other after my parents left.

This two wonderful people came to visit me in January. And clever as we are we flew to the Andaman islands which turned out to be one of the paradises on this planet.

Spending this three weeks with gerda and ludi on white beaches, snorkeling in turkeys water, driving in buses (that don’t look like they would drive) through jungles and walking in little villages telling people that we are a family traveling together and watching gerda blowing soap bubbles and doing all this clown stuff with the kids was such a special and unique time.  from their ability in living happiness even though we would find ourselves back in a stinky and moldy hotel room with bed sheets that have never experienced a meeting with water and soap I learned a lot. Ludis openness to people and the friendliness would remain even when we had just been cheated on money by a rickshaw driver. If anybody wants to travel with positive travel companions that make a large use of their brilliant sense of humor and loving new and undiscovered places and situations …than contact the schuergs .hauptstrasse 5!:)

So after they left i fell into a little hole and it took me some days to get out, basically I hated india and if somebody asked me if I wan to buy his carpets he would better run for his health. So i decided to leave the big city Chennai (on the east cost) and flew to Bombay two hours later. I totally recovered from feeling alone and sorry for  myself.

In Bombay it felt a little bit like europe which was a very good feeling for me at that time.

I saw people jogging, I was sitting in a café chatting with girlfriends without getting kicked out because our coffees were finished, I even (very crazy!) got to drink beer in a night club and danced with other indian women that would dress shoulder free and men that weren’t staring at me because  my skin is white.

I cannot not say that i am in a sad mood anymore –not at all. One reason for that is that two of my special friends will visit me here. conny (who was on my side when I had to suffer in a boring classroom or after drinking more alcohol that I could take) will stay for one and a half month. We might act a little spiritual and go to Varanasi and Daramsala (where the holiness dalai lama stays).

And now lena just booked her ticket as well . lena and me where sisters through all our childhood, because of her I survived with my two burping and farting brothers. After doing different stuff in our teenage years and living in different cities its now very special to me that she comes to visit me and our plan is to do some serious trekking and have some serious fun in Nepal.

So the reason why I finally find the time to write all this words is because I decide to stay in one place for one month until conny arrives to dheli.

I arrived to this little town in Rajasthan ,found a guesthouse outside of the town with garden, beautiful mountain views  and a good family and realized that that is everything I need right now. this state is very colorful (cloth and houses) for the rest there is dessert and mountains and a lot of old cities which all have different colors ..the people are a little bit wild here and gipsy women wearing a lot of jewelry are smoking cigarettes (not common for women ). So it all feels good..

Just thinking about packing my backpack and looking for train connection made me feel sick all over. Until now I was sometimes moving every day and five nights at one place would be a lot. I never thought that just going to the same toilet every day makes me feel that comfortable. After running through india like a chased rabbit with a green backpack my energy potential would just be enough for moving from the hammock to the roof terrace an watching the colures change on the mountains with the setting sun.

So  I got charged from the sun, good food and some niiiice travelers that had some deeper statements left like “ it’s amazing what india does to the people, you change so much, you get to know your self so deep when traveling, and its all so …blablaa” i met a lot of people which I knew from the time around christmas and new years on the beach. So I am still staying at the same room ,still going to the same toilet and my days look like that for example:  after getting up I do some morning prayers which means I stretch my arms out and say : good morning beautiful day .amen. Then I go to the kitchen where I have to jump over the chefs’ legs, who is sleeping there actually to watch the place. But he doesn’t hear anything because he puts his radio (Indian radio station!) on all night cos he cannot not sleep when it’s so quit he says??! ok why not. After jumping over his short Indian legs i eat a short Indian banana with a big Indian spoon full of originally german nutellaaaa.  This is really one product which is here better soled then in germany I guess. Everyday we have like five kids coming over (all cousins and sisters of uncles wifes brothers daughters.. ) we have to feed them with “ntella sandwisch” – but 5 each!

I go to the city with a bicycle which is more a pile of rusted metal that can strange how still move. I right it to his friend à the big black cow which shows its deep love with shitting over the back wheel.  I use this time to visit my yoga teacher who is a small skinny Indian man with moustache that can fold his body up like a peace of paper and told me that the translation of the word “health” to hindi means “self”. I liked that. Because I think it makes a totally different way of dealing with illness. one who cares  for his hole self must do a better job then the one who is only caring about a part of his self which is health. Or if you are a doctor you are there to really care and cure somebody not just his health. anyway ..

On the roof top with the view to the  rangji temple next door (where pidgins are flying around the towers without knowing how grateful they look) I do some yoga exercises and try to “fuuullyyy rrrelaxx, effaliz.”

Back at the guesthouse I have to deal with some guests here: for example goran who sits on the couch all day and tells me to smoke more dope and do less yoga. Or some Israeli guy is running around and trying to play his wooden flute all day. He only knows one song (which we all know very well now too) and sometimes even though I am a pretty peaceful person I feel like cutting him into peaces and lit a fire with his flute to burn the top part of his body like they do as a holy act in Varanasi and then throw it into the ganga river..i would use the swimming pool instead. I am sorry , I think I better do some meditation to get over my aggression. Or one girl that totally immersed with the Indian culture, only wearing saris, talking about her guru and telling me that she is sure it wont take long anymore for her enlightment and that if I want she can also help me with my spiritual development and to see peoples auras.

So I spent more times with the Indian people around here. This is not always so much easier. Because the cook wants to marry me and when I only ask him to hold the chai pot for a second he tells me that he will hold me all his life.  Or trying to tell the boss of the whole show here that I don’t think that the little boy will learn how to wash the dishes cleaner if he gives him slaps.

..so you can see that I miss you friends and family members a lot sometimes , if it is just for a “normal” conversation ( I never thought I was going to say that).

No, I still love this country and I love most of the people and just an old man singing very loud while walking along the road at 6.30 in the morning , holding on to give me a big friendly smile and a “good morrrning missaas.”, gives me back all my enthusiasm.

I made I nice deal with the owner of this place that I will cook for the guests sometimes and make some german cakes and stay cheaper.

So gerda sends me recipes through email and phone and we are having a funny challenging time to find ingredients like muskat nut. So I made kartoffelauflauf with cocos sauce the other day (potatoes and vegetables with cheese in the oven). Even the Indians liked it but only because I learned to put a lot of chilli and kokuma otherwise they wouldn’t eat it. it was beautiful how the cook told the boy that this is “aufauf” in a “aufhauffoarm”  , “no, its AUFLAUFFORM” .. “what aupfhaupfform??”

We also made some Indian dish (dalbati) which is a lentil curry with some bread ball like things that you eat with a lot of ghee (Indian butter) for desert something very sweet with a lot of nuts and spices and crazily delicious. The hole thing took us 5 ours (not only because we put a lot of love in it but also because of some special kind of Indian working:  the cook tells me to cut 20 onions in small peaces –after doing that he suddenly realizes that we could have put it in the grinder. Well, so we have to drink some chai first and he has to role a little “peace cigarette” and then we can continue.

So today will be chocolate cake but it has it be without eggs (for religious reasons we don’t use eggs and of course no meat in the hole town). My mother had a hard time finding a recipe for that but she succeed and it will be awesome (as long as I put enough chilly J )

In the afternoon I jump into the pool and try to educate the little dog and make him stop eating underpants from the washing line which is not successful because I can not be strict with him when he is looking at me with his cute eyes.

So I go with some friend with some motorbike to some mountain to climb up to some temple and to see the sunset which is somehow everytime incredible and as if I would watch the beauty of the warm sunset light on the land for the first time.

In the night we sit around the fire talking about many interesting, important things and I look at the starry sky and see the big bear that is totally turned around on this sky but is still the star sign  I was looking at at home always and then I feel I little bit at home . Always.

Then I look at the flames eating the wood again and I am feeling glad about the clearness of my thoughts here so that I can decide to live a very fucking amazing, happy and powerful life with the people that I love …and go to sleep.

the sari picture is me being an extra in a bollywood movie which can be seen in july.

evelie is on one spot on he mountains totay to watch the SUNSET”