I was advised that it is time time for a new blog entry again. How true! After the political news of the last time I will this time be limited to the travel narrative.
In February, I've indulged in a few days relaxing on the little island of Diu, off the southern coast of Gujarat. Diu India is among travelers still "secret" as acted, at least compared with the well-known Goa. But thanks to entry in the Lonely Planet and an illustrative number of restaurants with set breakfast menu (omelette, butter and marmalade on toast, fruit salad and choice of tea or coffee for 70 rupees = 1.20 €) are also her enough foreigners .
Diu Goa was like a long time a Portuguese colony and was only when the subcontinent for more than ten years by the British was independent, Indian Territory. The island has retained its Portuguese charm, small colorful streets, Mediterranean-like houses, churches and hotels in the Portuguese style with Portuguese names. A "relic" of the colonial era is the community of Africans who were brought as slaves to the Portuguese from Mozambique to Diu. They are now more Indian than African, speak Hindi and Gujarati wiggle, with the head when they say "yes" and do gamble as a rickshaw driver from just like the Indians. Diu has a handful Beaches is almost verkehrslos, horns of a rarity and the road, apart from a plastic bag or other clean. So actually more Portuguese than Indian. It is popular among tourists to explore the island with a scooter, which I then made a few days on foot, too. When suddenly in the tenth grade at my age the role maintenance and the Auspuffpimpen at the high school was a religion, I have half belächelnd, half disinterested kept to my bike. In Diu, however, my driving was fun.
Any doubts about driving (I have not included) were found later than when I saw the ten year old children to heat things.
at Diu joined ten days in the stunning 20-million city of Mumbai, the capital of the world kontrastreicheste maybe I already knew of three visits. After that I was good for a week in Pune where I lived with an Iranian couple. Siamak Maryam and I had found through Facebook. How small the world has become thanks to the network!
Pune is the Heidelberg India and has many young students. Also lives there in India, the largest community of exiled Iranians. I wanted to find out how the Iranians living there, how they relate to their home country and how their adopted country. Siamak has lived eight years in India and has since been back only once in Iran. So I'm back Material for a new product collected. I get when traveling constantly new (writing) ideas and inspirations. And notice that I "would just" simply can not and will not, but at the same time and produce something schonmal working towards in the direction of journalism, with a view to a possible future.
My last article was about my experience in Iran and future of the Iranian democracy movement: http://www.zenithonline.de/deutsch/gesellschaft//article/gruen-vergeht-nicht/
In Pune, I am practically for a week traveled back to Iran. It was great to hear again Farsi, Persian to eat, to sleep on an Iranian carpet and experience hospitality as I know them from Iran. Together with my hosts Iranian films I have seen, as we have experienced over the Internet, that this year's Golden Bear at the Berlinale has gone to an Iranian drama! In all probability I will follow in October with an Oriental and linguistic studies, the Iranian track ... Currently I travel consistently southward - with the aim to increase this month to reach the Cape Comorin, the southernmost point of India. Meanwhile, there are increasing rumors that back in May I could set foot on German soil ...
"But I know it's not," says the little monkey in this picture:
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