27 February 2014

Looking for the happiness


It's all in you. Finding the happiness...
No one can make you really happy (yes for a short period of time but if you are sad inside, you'll always find some problems with your relationships.)
No one can make you happy, nothing can really make you happy; no money, no treasures, no possessions, no skills, no jobs, nothing can make you ultimately satisfied IF you are not content with yourself, if your blood is too hot, if you are sad inside, if you carry the burden of dissatisfaction within you.

25 February 2014

The beginning

If I ever thought that I could find solitude and tranquillity in India I long for so long, I've been very mistaken. This is too big of a country with even bigger population. 

There are three types of tourists in India. The first kind are the superficial hari-krishna people who bought all this Indian hari-krishna stuff (even though no one apart from them really wears it) such as the hare rama jhola, some very meaningful bracelets, noisy ankle bracelets, having a lulu or some sort of feathers or other hippie stuff in their hair. Or shaving their heads or having dreadlocks. They touch the last step before entering a temple but I strongly doubt they know why. 
Then there are the real hari krishna people who have really lost it. They look like sort of an Indian babas and can speak basic Hindi. They sit on the floor, wear just the most simple clothes, pray with locals. Indians do not bother them, my best guess is they sort of accepted them. And then there is the third type; a typical tourist seeking a cheap holidays at a seaside. 
I believe I belong to the first type, from the Indian point of view at least. I am a special breed though; with not caring too much about my hygiene, not bothered with toilet paper, make up or what I use for washing, whether I sleep on a clean sheets- or sheets at all- where I stay as long as it is safe. Of course I still freak out when see a cockroach in my room, or would not talk to strangers. At this point though I'm trying to avoid any people at all. But that is another story. 

4 February 2014

CHAPTER EIGHT: Mr Couscous

At the market
Shopping ingredients for the tagine
As I mentioned before we were in Ourzazate making new friends. A shopkeeper offered his hospitality therefore we decided to stay one more night in this town.

I do not think Mr Couscous really expected us to show up the very next morning. But we did. Hence he had to buy the breakfast since he has not cooked. He brought back some French croissants, fresh orange juice and melwi avec fromage (sort of a pancake). I enjoyed it very much. Then his friend slash employee offered to cook a tagine for the lunch. We decided it would be a great idea to eat tagine for the Nth time.

2 February 2014

CHAPTER SEVEN: Muslim men...


I have met lots of Arab men. But I believe if you want to understand them you need more than two lifetimes.
In a sense they are very similar to Europeans. They are just men. White, black, Muslim, Orthodox, Italians, Indians... no matter. When they see a pretty girl they immediately look for signs. And if the girl smiles at them, or strokes her hair, or just wet her lip because the weather is simply freaking hot, they understand it as a sign.