from BKK to DELH

What happened these 10 days ?
Between a flight from Brussel the 1th of April to a peacefull writing about my Journey in the local israelie meeting point in Dharamkot?

Sure, a lot of things.

First of all, Thailand was just a little step into my mum s world
Like a blessing from her birth country before getting the real adventure.
Hopefully, my father stayed himself and give me the opportunity to run away from him, taking a ticket right to Delhi, when I was almost getting used to the Thai-trip, and reconsider the idea of getting a little more time with my little family.
Because everyone knows that Wat-Poo is the good place to get some massage curses, I could have stayed more.
But I stayed 4 days in Thailand, where, most of the time we were using the air-metro to get into these huge Shopping Center, a real Asiatic taste of gadgets and electronic obsessions. Helpful when you get back to your country without consider any trekking or “may lost my stuff”.
Some material owning wich doesn t help to the way of Boddhisatva, neither to the way of my own path.

So after some days of bourgeois way of living, and a really good feet massage in KHUN TUI [131/36 Sukhumvit Soi 7/1 Road ], my flight was planned to arrive at midnight at Delhi’s Airport.
WICH wasn’t a secure expectation AT ALL…
I tried several times to contact the people who are supposed to be reached when you arrive at Dharamsala [work camp] to ask the number of any guesthouse in Majnu Katila Tibetan’s Concession of Delhi, so I could’ve ask them to send a taxi to the airport to get me safely [and this idea came of an advice of a friend –but all he’s advices will reveald themselves as useless]…and after crying a long time into Bangkok airport, I get in touch with some Indian guy who was working for FILA, and he’s friend from a town next to Dharamsala.
In the plane I didn’t know what to do.
Following guys isn’t the first option, so I asked to a group of women [40TH-50TH] if they could help me, at least to get a room safely. They said yes, but talked about New Delhi.
I suddenly felt it not so good, BECAUSE I thought that New Delhi was like more in the south of India (yeah a bit like York and New-York, if you catch that idea you’ll probably understand why I was so confused)…
But forenow I had two choices, witch was more comfortable…
And in the end, when I get out, I met in the plane’s hall a beautiful and joyfull israelian girl named Ilanna, who was actually waiting by her friend at the airport.

First thing.
my bag isn't so weight, but terribly huge it pull away everything on my way
Second
300 euros in roupies to change in delhi's airport is kind a disapointing, so many billet that stress get higher and higher
Third
Talking about the price, being a pigeon [means a money distributor for most of indians wich are needed to live a travel -rikshaw, taxi's, clothes seller, hotels, guesthouse, restaurants, jewellry shops, etc... even childrens and beggers], saying that 300r for a 45min travel in rikshaw from the airport to main Bazaar is killing you (even it means 6euros, like nothing) may give you a taste of abuses since you put a feet on indian"s ground.

So Yakir and Haddas, the two Illana's friends, first told me about how getting used with the "price chat", what was the idea of a real price (you have to divide by 3 if you want to be closer from reality), how traditionnal it was, and how calculate a roupie nicely.
They were the best first contact with indian economy, I realised that night, even if I didn't get immediatly the whole "good price" 'friend price' "oooh it's (a) killing me (price)", that they were such good price-lower. But this is because of the national money althought.

I stayed in the 'Yes Please Hotel' in the Main Bazaar, wich means in the Center of Delhi: NEW DELHI (yeah, in fact I catchted/understand it only the day I lefted, I was too non-Shanti to be carefull about this kind of detail), nice rooms for 350 roupies, a 24/24 service (a Masala Tchai tea with "mixed potatoes" is welcome at 4 a.m in a insomniac time), and a really nice ambiance.
The first day, after a night of nightmares we get some food at the "New Diamond Restaurant", a little bit too close of the Main Bazaar if you are not use to the chaos yet, but a good opportunity to meet foreign people.

So, first of all, I wanna thank Nicole and Laurence, 'caus after my hudge paranoia in BKK and this holy act to meet Ilanna I NEEDED to talk in french.
They told me that in fact to convert roupies you have to dubble the price and divide it by 100 wich is more simple than a compair with "a 2 euro is 100 roupies"...But truthfully, in fact, I had to get used to roupies.
They explained me after seeing my lock on my little bag that I had not to be SO paranoiac, but that I had to keep the most of my budget on me, under my clothes (really weird concept but I'm used to, now).
Otherwise, wearing clothes where you cannot see shoulders are most of the time needed for temples or not so safe places. Walking by day is off course possible, but it's not recommanded to walk alone after 9 P.M.

So with these little advices my mind gets better, and the day just after I met Netta in the reception of the Hotel and her friend Aviv -both of their name were really easy to memorise too-...I thought we were getting a meal at Diamond's but they bring me in a little Jewel of peace and hapiness, on the roof of a guesthouse "Hare Rama Guest House", a mix with a jungle and an urban atmosphere. We had such a good time there, finally, I could use my knowledge to share of my intuitions, visions and oracle gift.
She is a illustrator, wich brings us to talk about colours, and reminds me Corentin, Alexi and Ghost from Brussels...
I guess my travel begins there, well, actually, my preparation, my adaptation.
I get contact lenses, my first punjab acquisition (and I idea of a fair price) with Netta's help, who takes care of me.
We really had interesting conversations, and I hope seeing her at Dharamsala.