Christmas, New Year, the holidays are over and the new year is already in the middle. After I've done it only once last year to India, I could not help but like the beginning of the year to begin with Indian smog. Previously, celebrated what was here mainly from flexible working hours and heavy eating orgies. In between, turned hard on satellite, because the only way to travel at about half the world to ensure that whatever something terrible and Internet TV (German wave Asia is crap, Macao Lotus for quite ok) is there for us.

India, achja. The second and last time i had to land, if only to finally get a breath of fresh air. When you come back on board, of course.

On land that is only 30 degrees above zero was not, but also the classic sticky stench of a major Indian city - welcome in Mumbai. Sundays, not really much going on in the streets, but still clearly recognizable by the horns, which is India. Once again, the sore feet, once around the center. Ageing English station, port, India Gate, enough to know time and again that India is nice but not really my choice would be Mumbai. At least not in Mumbai, which I could now see for the second time for NEN day. The chaos is not nearly large enough in this city, as the stimulus that can cover the discomfort in the long run.

Muscat, Oman
Mumbai

Drum still - in fact much shorter - attempt to get closer to India, made in Goa. But even here, no motorcycle, no time and no distance from the 2,000 other tourists with whom one counts, India is not India. Here, where no time passes so fast, an hour is really way too short to engage it.

So stay in the following weeks, the circles that I'll turn around Dubai. And to enjoy the more I've been the cultural sites checked tomorrow and expectant even a heavy metal concert try. Ask me before something like the SPF, here is is in Roswell and Capitol. Organized and self-existent for a year. 'm Just waiting ...

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