Hallo,
habe es gerade vor dem grossen Regen noch geschafft mich in einen Internetpoint zu retten. Da es schon den ganzen Tag regnet, wird es auch sobald nicht wieder aufhoeren, deshlab hab' ich mir gedacht, ich schreib mal ein bisschen was, vielleicht mal ueber den bzw. meinen Alltag.
Ich stehe jeden Tag gegen halb 8 auf, d.h. da klingelt zumindest der Wecker. Danach gibt es erstmal eine Dusche. Gerade fuer Menschen, die das Klima hier nicht gewoehnt sind, ist es unabdingbar jeden Tag mindestens einmal zu duschen. Die Dusche bringt mich dann jedesmal wieder ins Reich der Living, for it is ice cold. Pure rain water. Then I try to have breakfast was. This is sometimes not easy, because the Indians eat in the morning warm, mostly also sharp. To
8:30 it's off to the bus. Driving with a bus in India is an experience. It laeft from always use. The Buss resting on one hand, slowly. Still in driving a bus attendant jumps out (doors do not exist anyway) and called on all stops at which to hold thanked the bus driver. If your is you are lucky if you ask the man, because in most cases they let you where you want (of Dia only if it is on their way). Drinn then desperately tries to grab a standing-room. Especially in the morning, the buses hopelessly SIDN crowded. Eventually a nice man comes through to you, the Ticketverkaeufer, which expresses it for 5 rupees (10 cents) in his hand and he is from a hand-written a tiny ticket. The roads in India are in incredibly bad shape, meaning that passengers every few seconds are thrown into turmoil. Apart from a distance even the place where you want to get out, you should go to the exit. Once the bus is slow enough then you will jump out. If allerdingt many people or old austeigen do the course at bus stops good.
I note now that I hardly have time on the PC here have left. I will be pure again, but make something, then a few photos.
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