Despite of all my efforts, I just couldn't seem to get in touch with NGOs and MFIs who were willing to help me out, answer my questions and provide me with a little data. I wasn't getting much help from my local promotor either, so it seemed. It kinda felt like he didn't care much about me being here, and he had not even read my work. My first appointment with him was about a week after I arrived so I was starting to get a little nervous about my being here. What was I to do in the meanwhile? I woundered the campus searching for ways to pass the time whilst I wasn't working on my thesis, and finaly I met some Indian students who offered to take me out for dinner. That was really nice cause I was feeling a little lonely all by myself. A couple of days later I finally got a response from a NGO named Pradan, they were willing to answer my questions. That sort of gave me a boost, so I decided to walk up to another NGO, Sa-Dhan, barge in and make them give me an appointment. Well, I didn't really barge in and make a scene, they were kind enough to help me.
On the 14th of January, a couple of collegues came down for a quick holiday. We were to go to a real Punjabi wedding, another collegue of ours was getting married and he was kind enough to invite us to his wedding. Seeing as they were gonna be here for a week, we decided to do like a India in 7 days thing. They landed in Delhi at 4am, and at 6am we left to the see the Taj Mahal. After a 5-6 hour drive, for about 200km, we got to the city Agra. Saw the Taj from a distance, cause it was closed :<, but hey, they were only gonna be in Delhi for one day and if you come to India and don't see the Taj, that's even more worse than comming to India and seeing a closed Taj! Spent the afternoon there and drove back to the Park Hotel in Delhi, another 7 hour drive... We were exhausted, but men will be men, and they will wanna party and drink whenever, whatever, however,...
The next morning we checked out and drove to the airport, we had a plane to catch! Off to Chandigarh we were, a small 50 minute flight and then we could finally relax. After checking in and being strip searched, we got to hear that our flight to Chandigarh was cancelled due to weather conditions! Alternative solution, take the bus, 7-8 hour drive, NOOOOOO!!!!! We were certainly not up for that. So we decided to find mayby some other solution, and our dear friend Francis was gonna find out what our options were. It was hectic, nobody knew where to go or who to follow, what to ask and where to ask it, we just followed some people who we thought were also going to Chandigarh. Well, we followed the wrong people, cause one we got out of that airport there was no one to be found. Nobody was aware of the situation and we were lost! I decided to go back into the airport and ask for help, but getting back into an Indian airport if you do not have a ticket is not an easy thing! Anyway, to make a painfull story short, we ended up taking a taxi! We arrived in Chandigarh 10 hours later... and went out looking for a place to party and drink some more. Like I said, men will be men...
This is kinda what the wedding was like:
We had fried chicken, and drank whisky, and when it was time to go we were all tipsy and never slept so well in the 2 hour drive back to the hotel!
The next day we decided to catch the plane to Bangalore a day earlier, seeing as there was absolutly nothing so see in Chandigarh. Thank god we did, cause the flight the day after, the one we were supposed to catch, got cancelled :) Bangalore is a really nice city, it was much warmer than in Delhi and the people are friendly. We went to a real market where they sell fruit and veg's, meat and fish, spices and things you wouldn't ever imagine:
So I got in touch with guy name Pushkaraj. A 25 year old Bombay'an living in Bangalore. He was gonna show us around and take us to see tigers! I must say, most people in Belgium would never be so kind as to offer up there free time and show strangers around. Push was really cool and very sweet. He took us to a rooftop bar, and a beach disco party inside and we partied all night! Well at least untill 23h30, cause everything in Bangalore closes at 23h30... But hey, gotta learn to apreciate things, wherever you are in the world, if everything was like it was at home, what's the point in travelling the world, right?
Next day caught the plane to Mumbai and spent the day in the absolutly lovely Taj Mahal Palace Hotel. That's the one where the terrorist attacks were a couple a years ago. Francis and I went outside of the hotel and took some pictures of the dockside, fighting off beggars and drug dealers and a guy who wanted to clean Francis' ears for money :)
So at about 4pm, I departed from my collegues and took the Radhani Express back to Delhi. The 17 hour train ride was worth doing it, but I wouldn't again. I arrived in Delhi the next day, took the riksjaw back to my humble quaters, and started looking for accomodation in Chennai!
On the 14th of January, a couple of collegues came down for a quick holiday. We were to go to a real Punjabi wedding, another collegue of ours was getting married and he was kind enough to invite us to his wedding. Seeing as they were gonna be here for a week, we decided to do like a India in 7 days thing. They landed in Delhi at 4am, and at 6am we left to the see the Taj Mahal. After a 5-6 hour drive, for about 200km, we got to the city Agra. Saw the Taj from a distance, cause it was closed :<, but hey, they were only gonna be in Delhi for one day and if you come to India and don't see the Taj, that's even more worse than comming to India and seeing a closed Taj! Spent the afternoon there and drove back to the Park Hotel in Delhi, another 7 hour drive... We were exhausted, but men will be men, and they will wanna party and drink whenever, whatever, however,...
The next morning we checked out and drove to the airport, we had a plane to catch! Off to Chandigarh we were, a small 50 minute flight and then we could finally relax. After checking in and being strip searched, we got to hear that our flight to Chandigarh was cancelled due to weather conditions! Alternative solution, take the bus, 7-8 hour drive, NOOOOOO!!!!! We were certainly not up for that. So we decided to find mayby some other solution, and our dear friend Francis was gonna find out what our options were. It was hectic, nobody knew where to go or who to follow, what to ask and where to ask it, we just followed some people who we thought were also going to Chandigarh. Well, we followed the wrong people, cause one we got out of that airport there was no one to be found. Nobody was aware of the situation and we were lost! I decided to go back into the airport and ask for help, but getting back into an Indian airport if you do not have a ticket is not an easy thing! Anyway, to make a painfull story short, we ended up taking a taxi! We arrived in Chandigarh 10 hours later... and went out looking for a place to party and drink some more. Like I said, men will be men...
This is kinda what the wedding was like:
We had fried chicken, and drank whisky, and when it was time to go we were all tipsy and never slept so well in the 2 hour drive back to the hotel!
The next day we decided to catch the plane to Bangalore a day earlier, seeing as there was absolutly nothing so see in Chandigarh. Thank god we did, cause the flight the day after, the one we were supposed to catch, got cancelled :) Bangalore is a really nice city, it was much warmer than in Delhi and the people are friendly. We went to a real market where they sell fruit and veg's, meat and fish, spices and things you wouldn't ever imagine:
Next day caught the plane to Mumbai and spent the day in the absolutly lovely Taj Mahal Palace Hotel. That's the one where the terrorist attacks were a couple a years ago. Francis and I went outside of the hotel and took some pictures of the dockside, fighting off beggars and drug dealers and a guy who wanted to clean Francis' ears for money :)
So at about 4pm, I departed from my collegues and took the Radhani Express back to Delhi. The 17 hour train ride was worth doing it, but I wouldn't again. I arrived in Delhi the next day, took the riksjaw back to my humble quaters, and started looking for accomodation in Chennai!
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