The 3 is the day that we prepare for the departure. I fear a little back to Delhi ... I got so cold!
Flor asked me if I agreed to his website designer, we began yesterday a series of photos of her in his model céations, terraces and roofs of the guesthouse. Magic lights at dusk and light turquoise blue walls of the guesthouse, games arabesques and warheads ...
Today, we risk meeting shoot in front of a magnificent temple ... Magical Moments! Naturally, everyone looks at us, puzzled, but we (or rather she) will reap nothing but compliments! On the way to the temple, I was amused to "shoot" Flor back, everyone of course noticed the little game and return, the comments did not fail, but it was so nice. Western freedom is not in the traditions and we must still remain vigilant (a man and a woman in love does not kiss languidly in the street, it does not happen at all. A couple who had a bit abandoned edge of the Ghats has been arrested by police and private passport for 3 months pending a trial that has cost them ... Rs 500 fine ... that's India also ...). But it is very common for men, among them, walking hand in hand. Contrasts, contradictions - in appearance, and for us at least.
Its the race ... I must return all photographs taken at Kam Fior di Loto, we are trying desperately to transfer photos but impossible! Finally, Kam wonder wore a meeting she and her husband. I will send photos to DVD from Paris.
I hardly saw my friends gypsies since I made them understand that I could not pay for everything all the time. I made other proposals, but they prefer their total freedom. They keep all my affection. I hope during my next visit, they spend a report. A cross a street photographer showed me the book he dedicated to the Roma in Romania: the faces that I watch are typically ... Indians!
At 19h, the rickshaw reserved by Flor (one of his buddies here) picks us up at the guesthouse ... not had time to say goodbye to everyone ... in the main street, we launch "by take care" regularly hard to leave ...
Overnight sleeper bus, always so amazing ... I found the word to designate them (especially those of poor comfort): cattle cars. But at least it works! Just before boarding the sleeper, I take pictures (at night, so) young making popcorn on the stove, on their cart of the Middle Ages. Delighted and happy, he offers me a handful of popcorons divine!
This 3, late afternoon, I accompany Flor for a helicopter ride (yes, Apocalypse now, wondering how he is not a thousand deaths a day) - at least 20 km in total surrencompbrées streets of Delhi, especially after 18h (in comparison, the traffic in Paris is a quiet bucolic) and I finally discovered other aspects and views of this sprawling city with long and wide avenues lined with trees (dusty) of beautiful homes and uglier too. Flor must wrap different commands. In a cloth merchant from another shopping quite amazing (to us), I began spontaneously to take some pictures of Flor. The boss calls me, thinking that I copied for competition (here, everything is done copy and paste). I showed him the pictures to reassure him, in fact one of him in his office. He loves, ask me more ... and then asks me to continue to take pictures of his "team" (laughs with each other while Flor ...!) then bump a family photo finish. That's India! Ah, but the boss of the shop in question is the son of his father and I discovered in starting it. Why did not the son invited his father to the photo of "family" final .... Well, what kind of relationship psychological family companies are universal! But the father, so dignified in his office, was an absolute photogenic. Next time.
I had to find a room to ... 1:30 am, where I thought I was booked on the night the meantime ... ultimate adventure in Delhi! This
4, last meal in Delhi where it is finally dry and warmer. My first good night in Delhi! This afternoon, one last delicious thali. Latest photos from street on the fly, laughs with some retailers (including a cabinetmaker surrounded by a band friends and none of whom spoke a word of English); women "working machines working hard in the trenches, kids gray dust, ... and already this crazy neighborhood of Main Bazaar, where I started to make local contacts I miss too!
My taxi to the airport just take me to 14h. Tomorrow at 8, I will be in the RER for a different adventure, a barge on the Seine. And in 2 or 3 months, maybe ... because my (premier!) visa expires on June 30
A trip to this "country" can change a life.
13.30. I take one last "black cofee "in my usual little bistro on Main Bazaar. Photo of the boss whose cordiality was manifested when he saw me back yesterday. It was all very friendly and chic today (I had not known like that there are 15 days).
14h. The taxi - "black & yellow" as initially will meet me at the guesthouse (the lane is barely a meter, so he comes to take me off). Very nice young man. 3 of his buddies ask me a picture a little crazy ... My driver is up to me so I can take pictures. Throughout the trip - not too much traffic but still many horns - it shows me the different areas, works in progress (almost everywhere, especially a huge underground), luxury hotels, residential area of policy, the residential area - huge, a city within a city - military ... A man pissing against a wall, women wear yellow helmets on a construction site, dirty children on the sidewalk beside the street to 4 lanes, large sheets of dusty streets, slalom left right of every passing vehicle orders - the luxury sedan to the wagon of the Middle Ages, the swarm of helicopters, bikers, ...
I arrive early Airport (new airport is huge, is under construction). The "coffee" changes from one to three and I should have bought a large bottle of water in town and it's hot, I'm dying of thirst, and I count every rupee. The bar where I get an espresso (almost true, but those in Pushkar Nijam fail me!) Is equipped with Wi-Fi, but we must introduce a No indlien laptop or buy a "passport". Strongly Bahrain Airport, where Wi-Fi is free!
was told that in control, it was impossible to board with lighter or matches. So I stashed a lighter in the main bag, in the hold, and kept some hidden another lighter. But impossible to defraud ... Knowing there was a "smooking room" on the other hand, I was wondering how did all smokers. Well, very simple: smooking room said, monstrously smoky, is equipped with a cigarette lighter as in cars ... There I met two nice Britons returning from four weeks in Nepal. More enthusiastic. Our plane is late, nowhere is loading. A hostess takes us to a gate to another ... I wonder if we lost or not passengers during this tour ... With at least one hour late, the plane left the Indian soil. Snif. Shortly before arriving in Bahrain, my Covage, an Indian dressed in the West wakes up and I start the conversation. It comes from Punjab (North Delhi) and has made 8 hours drive to the airport where it will be 4 stops before arriving in Canada (near Toronto) where she resides. This is my last contact Indian ... So I give him my final card and a personal card of Fior di Loto (I say that given her emancipation, she will probably be sensitive to the project Foundation).
At the airport in Bahrain that I had ample opportunity to discover three weeks earlier, I go first drink a liquid coffee when I exchanged a few dollars vaguely cons of rupees in Delhi. Time passes, boarding time approach to Paris, I decided to go for a smoke at last smooking room. Suddenly I see an officer coming towards me from the airport, talkie in hand. I was the last passenger unaccounted for ... and I was looking around the Aiport ... That's what happens when you get used to life ... shanti shanti I climb So last great edge and just installed, the doors close and shoo, off ... My 2 buddies Britons are sitting a row ahead of me in the middle, they are on board for 20 minutes already ... No, I was in no hurry to leave.
Salaam India!
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