When i arrived at Ahmadabad, i find a bus
immediatly for Udaipur.
It's 4 o'clock in the morning and i'm very tired
but the spectacle is famous and i don't sleep.
There are some cows in the middle of the road
and some men sleep on the sides; anothers are
in groups around the Samosa sellers.
(Samosa look like at fritter with potatoes, onions and spices)
The bus stoppes to take news passengers and
shokeepers come at the windows to offer some
bananas, oranges, crisps and also Tchai: the
drink N° 1 in India. (Tea with milk and some spices)
The bus starts again and we meet a camel which
trail a straw cart with at the top the farmer in well sitting.
With continuous klaxons from the bus at every
overtakings and the shakes on the bad roads, i fall
asleep (on 1 ear).
It's at Udaipur in ricshaw that i finish my mad day
at transport: boat, plane and bus.
The ricshaw is a taxi with 3 wheels behind a moto
or a bike. there are in the coins of the streets.
Udaipur is a very beautiful town with small mountains
around; the town is situated near a lake with in the
middle a few palaces which seem to float.This nice
town has a lot tourists and there are many shops.
It's dificult to walk during 5 minutes without a seller of
clothes, sculpture or trinkets, calls out me "Hello sir"
and try to speak with me to sell me his product.
(be carrefully for stings)
One time, a man propose me to go up on the elephant
for a walk. I would prefer to see the beautiful animal
in the country.
All day long, it carry the tourists with around it the cars
and their klaxons. It's striked by its master.
My prefered day during the 5 at Udaipur is this where
i hire a bike and leaved the swarming of the town to
get back to the quiet country.
The tropical climate favours big trees when there is
enough water. A few has flowers and the indians are
happy to pick the flowers to decorate a lot of things
like the bus and the houses.
The flowers are offered at the many hindus gods.
(more than 2 millions)
My last day at Udaipur was a public holiday because
it's the colours feast: "Holly". During the feast, people
goes in the streets and they daub and fling with the
I look at the people who dance and embrace theyself
in the street saying "happy holly". I take down a
water bucket on my head from a boy on a balcony.
The tee-shirt "Pos cafe" is very coloured. The colours
show us the gaiety in India.
The women clothes "saris" have bright colours. So the
horns of the cows are painted.
The streets at Montjean or Laval are very quiet in
comparison with those in Udaipur.
Monday 23 th, i take the train and after the bus to go
to the big city:" Delhi " where there are shantytowns
and big moderns buildings.
A student "Mina" help me to find "Navneet" that i met
2 years ago when i stayed during July and August.
I'm very happy to meet him and inhabit in his house
for a part of the 12° week .
P S : I wavered between to answer at your questions
or related this last week . I hope to find the time to
answer at you quickly.
Thanks for all your messages .