The calendar shows the 6th January 2007 and it is about time you finally say to all: HAPPY NEW
YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAR!
instead of elongated, formal Standardgruesse I wish you all just exactly what do you wish for the new year. And I will say at this point to a subsequent toast to the last year, one in my view, incredibly varied, exciting and important year. Imagine: I have finished my thesis, all courses behind me, the study is over. The long, tough work has paid off not only, but has even really been fun and above all thanks to a bunch of great students and colleagues. But what comes after graduation? The second milestone after graduation was probably my decision to go for a year for an internship in India. "Why not equal to India?", "Are you sure, Robert?" many people asked me with not too great sympathy for such an exotic choice, but to now I regret it one bit. Toi Toi Toi. And then something quite personal: after a herzschmerzerfuellten 2005 my biggest wish come true in 2006, when Nina and I have finally found each other ... It could not be more simple! And finally a few words of thanks to the colleagues of the Gebit, where I learned what does professional work, and AIESEC in Berlin, without which my internship here would not have been possible. And to all my friends and family: I was counting on everything for which I thank you and about which I am glad I came to this blog entry no longer have to accommodate a few reports. I am looking forward to see you all again this year ...
Goa
So, time for new reports, time for Goa, the place in India, which many associate most with palm trees, Techno, drugs and hippies. Well, after 5 days and 4 nights (29 December - 2nd January) where I can now correct the stereotype a bit, however: the association of many Indians is not very different. In Goa, alcohol taxes are very low and after their mark in the 80's and 90 foreign tourists, the image of Goa, is liable to the region, something wicked: bare breasts, drug victims and most says the Goan police officer who must collect the highest bribes in the country. Some of the hippie flair is even still there are colorful clothes and flares at it each corner, with all the traditional symbols "Oom", "Peace" and Che Guevara pictures. In between a few stores that sell CDs and Trance on every other corner of a dealer, the one anfluestert softly: "Ecstasy, Marijuana, Cocaine?". Despite all that Goa is clearly Indian, a kind of India light, less crowded, less dirty and you can even swim in the sea. "Man, that is the way, the foreigners, because to my surprise I discovered that most Indians have never learned to swim and apparently when someone tries to crawl all sports through the waves, it reminds beiweilen a paddling pool. Thus, the water divides near the beach in the "Indian area" and the "Auslaenderzone" on, so to speak Non-swimmers and swimmers. The women bathe in the way, T-shirt and so Auslaenderinnen in skimpy bikini, of course, an irresistible focal point for the Indian men. The whole effect was to be that the women with whom I was traveling, most would not without one of the men from our group into the water, angetatscht out of fear. From conversations in this holiday, I was increasingly clear that life as a woman here can be a little harder than a man for sexual harassment is unfortunately common.
You do not look, I'm not in the picture, but palm trees and a lot of nice people; D
But back to Goa. We were 30-40 People, all trainees, perhaps 20 from Mumbai and other cities in the other country. A 14-hour bus ride brought us to Anjuna, a former hippie stronghold in the north of Goa, which was fortunately not ugly Betonbloecken, as known from the Mediterranean, destroyed optically. We all slept on the roof of an inn, with thin mattresses, of elongated like the sardines, and in the morning we were awakened to the screeching of the chickens. The lack of sleep we got it back on the beach, are often subject in one of the beach bars.
Our rooftop
And cows running around here even on the beach or Tourists eat away exposed sandwiches; D
And even our Party Queen Yuki finds relaxation ...
WHILE I was before I left, still large by the great Goan food, more precisely, great seafood raved, I had but to admit that the prices inferior to those in Mumbai in anything and so I ate it but not just daily shrimp, but most fish dishes relatively few fish, the meat is the most expensive. The absolute highlight was a fish in a local Thali Restaurant, whose meat content were limited to around a tablespoon, break out what me and several other interns in desperate laughter left. The following photo documented the meager portion of fish.
evening we sat on the beach, someone was always playing guitar (at least 4 people had it good enough on it) and they all drank, laughed and chatted all they were worth. The particularly hard power, even against 3 on the next disco, while I usually prefer but then took the staggering home with me. The only real party in terms of a club visit was then also the absolute highlight of the trip: Our New Year's Eve party. Somehow, again some of my fellow travelers a few club owners to convince us to give joyful party exotic special prices and we finally came to a sixth of the price in local one of the upscale open-air clubs, eating and drinking all-inclusive. And I tell you: the music was great, the atmosphere great and at midnight were all sweated through and freudentaumelnd in the arms. I celebrated rarely as good ... somewhere around 6, I fell asleep ... when the sun rose ... later by 3 hours to move back to the beach.
way: the only small detail that I regret a little when I think of the holidays is that I have except our small town, with its really cool beach, just a different place had actually visited Old Goa, a small town famous for its two churches. The churches, however, were for a Central Europeans, the age-old Cathedrals are accustomed to see, rather unpspektulaer and so was the best on the tour the one-hour bus ride through Goan villages and the satisfying feeling, least to have made a cultural trip.
A few group photos at the end ...
Well yes, and now I'm back in the old, dusty, gassed Mumbai and somehow I think that's actually pretty good ... to be back home. When work begins now finally back towards something new and I see many new freckles, acute sleep deprivation and a lot of anticipation for another great year for the next 12 months and many new experiences in India.
Much love for you all. Oh, and visit those who want me: to give notice early enough; D
Namaste, my friends
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