tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83070512941992117792024-03-18T19:47:40.759-07:00Namaste Not Dead Travel BlogUn nuevo viaje comienza!! La misma sensacion de no saber que es lo que viene, la ansiedad, la excitacion los nervios y la adrenalina de no saber!!! Este viaje comienza en Inglaterra, pero su destino es otro!! India y Nepal....algo mas? el tiempo dira!!Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-13704560825697082412010-09-14T04:10:00.000-07:002010-09-14T04:19:31.177-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Un pequeño video que había quedado olvidado. Un gran momento en el Festival de Teej, en Patan, Nepal, donde las mujeres se viste de rojo y bailan pidiendo una larga vida para sus maridos. No tenia el vestido rojo, pero si las ganas de bailar!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aquí va!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><object width="430" height="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZFJGSn5srA?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZFJGSn5srA?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-20427649377329824722008-12-12T13:03:00.000-08:002009-10-07T16:40:41.154-07:00Just when you're thinking things over!!And in a flash of light there you have it.....4 months, 1 continent, 2 countries, 13 states, 35 cities/towns/villages, 37 hotels.....of varying standards, 13 trains, 33 buses, 2 camels, 1 moped, 6 Metros, 5 boats, numerous rickshaws....& an unimaginable number of kilometres on foot....often to get places & quite fequently to retrace our lost steps!!<br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So what can be said of <em>India!</em> It is impossible not to be enthralled, mesmorised &<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJW5iw4_oNfFTZx6eDRb3sfPiybfzNi0oDxIZ2yaNOjwT8EJzd0IX2S3n1jwjtzM9W1utM_TSQuU9tt-jbJagU2y7TMV2atF14kmBaH-i-SMgy4zO8lgyYsgolmlNaql3hqO1TnBs6jItn/s1600-h/Fotos+India+246.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369140022479115698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJW5iw4_oNfFTZx6eDRb3sfPiybfzNi0oDxIZ2yaNOjwT8EJzd0IX2S3n1jwjtzM9W1utM_TSQuU9tt-jbJagU2y7TMV2atF14kmBaH-i-SMgy4zO8lgyYsgolmlNaql3hqO1TnBs6jItn/s320/Fotos+India+246.JPG" border="0" /></a> baffled by this great country.....but almost as impossible to sum it up in words. To fully appreciate it in its entirety one must take the plunge & make the visit themselves. Between the 2 of us having done fairly well in recent years at covering the globe we found India to be unlike anywhere else on our fascinating planet. A crazy blend of love & hate, old & new, rich & poor, sun & rain which all contrive to stimulate, frustrate, excite & confuse albeit at the same time!! And in our 3 months there we still only managed to see a fraction of this wonderful place, from the mayhem of Mumbai to the deserts of Rajasthan.....the fresh mountain air of McLeod Ganj & audiences with the Dalai Lama to the mind boggling events of Varanassi......35 hour train rides along the East coast & to the hippiness of the Goan beaches!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Then of course you hav<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_khqnFobLX6yASv2J95vwk8ccNiWMMJS4nMnXl764XNGM4-ePIB2LxXbmRT-ntRFeonZ9cNNBocjOyyhIKoDOeueUEOujS939PfPsS2sCkXMCCfP6kvph4iWYmaqU-4kxTxpl-kzWlKu/s1600-h/Fotos+India+451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369142557019002242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_khqnFobLX6yASv2J95vwk8ccNiWMMJS4nMnXl764XNGM4-ePIB2LxXbmRT-ntRFeonZ9cNNBocjOyyhIKoDOeueUEOujS939PfPsS2sCkXMCCfP6kvph4iWYmaqU-4kxTxpl-kzWlKu/s320/Fotos+India+451.JPG" border="0" /></a>e <em>Nepal</em>, just across the Northern border & into the Himalayas, where the madness of its neighbours disappears immediately upon entry. A land of smiling faces, happy people, jaw dropping scenery, unsurpassed beauty & endless festivals.....from the tranquility at the lakeside town of Pokhara......to the vibrant capital Kathmandu......to the mesmorising towns of the Kathmandu valley. If you do nothing but do nothing in this country to us it would be time well spent & should be on every travellers must visit places!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">No amount of planning could have prepared us, or anyone, for the events that took place over these past 4 months & although some situations were at times rather harrowing I would not change them for the world. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I have returned home an exhausted & satisfied traveller, captivated by both the people & places, who has accomplished a dream & is of course now awaiting the next adventure!!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">One love. Namaste! </div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-3247074872114324262008-12-04T10:37:00.000-08:002009-10-07T16:48:31.195-07:00Goa.....India for some.....but perhaps not for others!!!!So here we were, after 4 months of ups & downs, loves & hates, swings & roundabouts, heartaches & happiness, on the beaches of <em>Goa. </em>Was t<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdqZgES20Lv5lrqOAfooiTITJ8Qkk8FbnWOLJpukaDzpyxbOB438pJTiQQOujp2hX05o-qgf_SqdYdxMfHV5NAdkwZp6Y5_HJX1fTmtewIRlntl9OB-9eUSom6mQCXp-ZgZoytKCRoVqk/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+146.JPG"></a>his to be the idyllic setting we were hoping for to end our journey?<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">As ever it took a solid & hard 15 hours by train to reach the Southern most tip of the Goan province.....<em>Palolem beach</em>. Arriving at night we even splashed out on a £15 a night hotel.....A/C, TV, hot water & terrace.....true package tour style......aaarrrghh it was painful......until my head hit the pillow, which culminated in a poetic night with the dreamweavers!!!! (although it is not like I hadn't sle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPqgXTy62L7pTl_k52SBGErfA7TSMk4qKGTkRvXih2c-oxWNW_tSHrSwmQFyNc5c5_NCqa_KnwyHY6hJIqBl03YT5k_KJfRidMvWPY81LH1Xu9NmTKBIi9CeT1acrXza2nJUilOdJsTTR/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125278138491170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPqgXTy62L7pTl_k52SBGErfA7TSMk4qKGTkRvXih2c-oxWNW_tSHrSwmQFyNc5c5_NCqa_KnwyHY6hJIqBl03YT5k_KJfRidMvWPY81LH1Xu9NmTKBIi9CeT1acrXza2nJUilOdJsTTR/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+139.JPG" border="0" /></a>pt well prior to this occasion). Eager to find out what was awaiting us on the shores of the <em>Ara<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpTce53MuIojLvfJ8LXlXwQq0xZShOCTTZVKa69LA0KZ8-1-M7sEn83T1dy3VJQxp47rI9d0-m07LlL_mrdZ3cw40jp97WGhNN3ysvoLoL5H2ecD3vsR5DUUlkSSJsaMo1tAxhTKKMBxD/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+165.JPG"></a>bian Sea</em>, I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn.....well around 11, & then took advantage of the fine breakfasts on offer......ah Goa....such fine foods, yet nothing of India.....funny eh!! So finally we got to the beach, & a pretty good one it was......a mesmerising, palm tree surrounded, crescent of golden sand, accompanied by clean crisp luke warm waters which were attacked at the soonest moment. All was good, Martina & I overly content & not even the young souvenir sellers could get to us, or the remainder of the not too many tourists. So 3 days flew past as we took our place on the beach with the cows, fruit sellers, armed police, & the odd, to be expected, letchy local. However there must have been more to Goa than a beach & surely it couldn't all be so pleasant.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Never ones to spend too long in a destination, we left the holiday makers a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDKi584cI2wLNnv-XxCuCz8n_AiciMAuq165r56pKZcJW3Gn1aAtfa1i3EhnltladpHqBItDV6Ey6BVyx6i9g1nzjxGoF7EEb5eFMCv3wMFbEmQWL1MQKo5EGwjAvNoGa3_WZ2PmpRWTS/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276123131315316402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDKi584cI2wLNnv-XxCuCz8n_AiciMAuq165r56pKZcJW3Gn1aAtfa1i3EhnltladpHqBItDV6Ey6BVyx6i9g1nzjxGoF7EEb5eFMCv3wMFbEmQWL1MQKo5EGwjAvNoGa3_WZ2PmpRWTS/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+187.JPG" border="0" /></a>nd moved North to Panjim & Old Goa......where did all the people go!! Panjim has to be without doubt the quietest town in India & it was a pleasure to wander the streets amongst the pastel shaded buildings of Mediterranean influence. As with the most of Southern India we were treated to an array of fascinating churches & cathedrals, particularly in Old Goa, however viewing was cut short as we had a Goan Party Cruise awaiting us, with live music, folk dancing & singing.....hahaha......4 kids doing the oki koki in Goan dress & a DJ was not quite what we bargained for, although entertaining it was & allowed for Martina & I to demonstrate our Bhangra dancing skills, much to the delight of the adoring Indian audience!!! </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Fearing we'd be asked to join the on-board team for future events, the following morning we made tracks back to the beach......next up <em>Anjuna</em>!! The home of the famous flee market, trance parties & middle aged Italian & Russians in thongs.....aaarrggghh too many men in thongs....am still traumatised!!! We found refuge in a small guesthouse, in which we could hear the sounds of the ocean from our window......marvellous, & remained at the sane end of the beach. Quiet & peaceful again, however the beach was not as pleasant as Palolem & Martina was once almost swept away by the nasty undercurrents of the ocean. Fortunately I was on hand to enforce full Baywatch procedures.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The days were now disappearing & seeing as our train out was further North we chose to spend the last few days in <em>Arambol</em>, the first beach to which the hippies of the 60s era landed. To this day the hippy vibe can still be felt with its laid back style & flower power so far beating off the property developers. But cant be long before Benidorm syndrome takes over!! It was here that we were to witness one of the most bizarre ev<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4yBAfW8zFs99ajAu4YPOm1VJvHk95WBkzDYR8UqTNcxjuASYg2MaKEtWccWWpEWTJlcQfO-kjfQK8BfmA_ndm6l61M7v_8QoTNqxEG6nClXu-2MetX_blXNBVhugjFbmwIQ2U24zuErs/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276126422054405554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4yBAfW8zFs99ajAu4YPOm1VJvHk95WBkzDYR8UqTNcxjuASYg2MaKEtWccWWpEWTJlcQfO-kjfQK8BfmA_ndm6l61M7v_8QoTNqxEG6nClXu-2MetX_blXNBVhugjFbmwIQ2U24zuErs/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+254.JPG" border="0" /></a>ents of the trip, & there had been a few!! Having spent a wonderful day lazing on the beach, watching the world & cows go by, enjoying the odd beer & whatever hippy products may or may not have been available, the unbelievable was to happen. The 2 of us had pondered over how the beaches appeared relatively clean, with Palolem being immaculate, however as we sat enjoying a beer in the cool evening air a young gentleman came out from a beachside cafe, proceeded to dig a 3 foot hole in the sand, empty the full contents of his trash into the hole & then refill with sand......an amazing disregard to the environment & all the poor little fish of the sea!!!! Dumbstruck with confusion the only plausible answer to this we could find was..."hey this is India, & thats just how it is."</div><br /><div align="justify">Beside this strange incident <em>Arambol</em> proved to be a fine end to our beachtime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSrULMOdZ2gr8AnLw5YwKKpIqAzBvNXSa6rSKNaGTUwXlhjcnOLqDtN4_8mUEaoYkntWMQB_bFCI5K17gN8KUv1pvqKsb4Dj_uK61HLK2UsWzGFC-DFXXh8y1PDrizT5Tw7NfDqBVhyphenhyphenOn/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+284.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276127313267793922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSrULMOdZ2gr8AnLw5YwKKpIqAzBvNXSa6rSKNaGTUwXlhjcnOLqDtN4_8mUEaoYkntWMQB_bFCI5K17gN8KUv1pvqKsb4Dj_uK61HLK2UsWzGFC-DFXXh8y1PDrizT5Tw7NfDqBVhyphenhyphenOn/s200/kumily,kochi+y+goa+284.JPG" border="0" /></a>, but it was now time to board the Indian rail network for the final leg & trundle 12 hours North to Mumbai & back to the start again!!! Was a pleasure to take these 10 days & enjoy the sunshine amongst the holiday makers & a fitting end to an overly interesting adventure!!!!</div><div align="justify"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-61190281106162442362008-12-01T12:38:00.000-08:002009-10-07T16:59:07.554-07:00Kumily & Kerala.....a refreshing change!!!!<div align="justify">Onwards again we moved, further South, & inland a little, to a small town by the name of <em>Kumily</em>. Martina & I were slightly concerned at the ease of travelling by bus here, as we had the luxury of 2 seats to ourselves and a placid driver who calmly sped his way through the hilly tracks to our destination. For sure there were no complaints!!!<br /><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em>Kumily</em> is home to <em>Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary</em>, and so with our bodies recharged we decided to set out for some tiger <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_ldF2U62cy93uPcbNXkGrmlJ98DeRc3_jqJTe_3pedtBJ4-FYV_AArA3yTN3P7UlcexgitxGzzO1w0W2fO_elUX32UB2sOAqzOf7ABm3eQBNHRCP-3MAK2-xlRl5tqkxj96nOigpp99E/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274941451862641362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_ldF2U62cy93uPcbNXkGrmlJ98DeRc3_jqJTe_3pedtBJ4-FYV_AArA3yTN3P7UlcexgitxGzzO1w0W2fO_elUX32UB2sOAqzOf7ABm3eQBNHRCP-3MAK2-xlRl5tqkxj96nOigpp99E/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+002.JPG" border="0" /></a>spotting. Arising at 6am we made the 4km walk from town to the park which we were told would be a fine opportunty to view wildlife. Tigers maybe not as we'd have been in for some trouble. Unfortunately any chance of animal viewing was crushed by the constant flow of traffic pounding into the park with horns honking & bhangra pop blaring at unappealling decibels. Keeping our spirits high we joined a farcical queue for the boat cruise and fought our way in to purchasing tickets. However, the sum total of animals on show was zero......could maybe learn a thing or two on game park etiquette from our African cousins!!!<br /></div><div align="justify">The day being <em>Mr Gandhi's birthday</em> & an alcohol free day across the nation we decided to celebrate by watching the sunset from the fine balcony of our homestay.....accompanied by the odd Kingfisher picked up on the sly from a restaurant ever eager to sell to tourists.....good work that man!!!<br /><br />Time to move on again & a standard 6 hour bus ride brought us to the West coastal town of<em> Fort Cochin (Kochi)......</em>the home of fine fresh fish, crazy Kathakali dances & fascinating disco churches!!!! Was also from Kochi that we ventured out into Keralan backwaters, a number of inland lakes connected by a network of canals. Aboard our man powered house boat we cruised leisurely along, taking in the tranquility, which we so often had to search long <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2mOqA3GgSz1Uj1v88tRIFy12MY1NyTzBw-Kz1P6k5z6kqR9IJOuXFdY69zo11wA_fHozWuirTQARAaWzbOY0vaNNjmjgcZoXUNqj0fzutgubmLbm4hZra9x6P74M0Ec_RQTtAdr1zwEr/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274945376524494450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2mOqA3GgSz1Uj1v88tRIFy12MY1NyTzBw-Kz1P6k5z6kqR9IJOuXFdY69zo11wA_fHozWuirTQARAaWzbOY0vaNNjmjgcZoXUNqj0fzutgubmLbm4hZra9x6P74M0Ec_RQTtAdr1zwEr/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+044.JPG" border="0" /></a>& hard for in the North, observing the daily goings on of its inhabitants. Back in <em>Kochi</em> we were to stumble across a fine choice of fresh fish, brought to shore through the use of ancient looking <em>Chinese fishing nets</em>, cooked to our liking at a small but delightful shack by the side of the street.......no need for knives, forks, plates.....just a bowl of fine ocean fodder & our able fingers...naturally we were to return day after day!! What else of Kochi? Of course, the disco churches, with the finest, the <em>Santa Cruz Basilica, </em>located in the centre of the town and yet another religious site with a Disney facelift. This is <em>Kerala, "Gods Own Country"</em> afterall, so why not show it in style!!!! And then the <em>Kathakali, </em>an extraordinary blend of song, dance, poetry, drama, make-up application & traditional ritual......all of which combines to provide a mesmerising experience.....have a look should you ever get the chance!!!!<br /><br />When the times are so relaxing & events run so smoothly it is sometim<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxkTt8pIzKDp5R1qQcDicC3nFENodoVioc0ODn31RjVEuhQdvF17K_R3pYpPNOEGxp_0iXr4ivecwJRcPRU5IaWiGcpNY8b8PZ5gxxk4FWx50xhyxn4V9Z1aXRLUD7hEKeW2DpTWqnr5O/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+109.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274946027826948498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxkTt8pIzKDp5R1qQcDicC3nFENodoVioc0ODn31RjVEuhQdvF17K_R3pYpPNOEGxp_0iXr4ivecwJRcPRU5IaWiGcpNY8b8PZ5gxxk4FWx50xhyxn4V9Z1aXRLUD7hEKeW2DpTWqnr5O/s200/kumily,kochi+y+goa+109.JPG" border="0" /></a>es h<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKu6UcImNSDC0Qb7b-tDYDnf5izhNDhax5LEQGL8xkgGjNoXSusXtehgluNy3dZ8yxAYCCluJBxCa4FNuVKMInTnlyLLzvzDNR3KvtJs6ZsFQdMCYgXKIkAMIQJGrQMntxcftXmU5l4yun/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+109.JPG"></a>arder to put it into words.....or am I lazy....or have I just forgotten.....writers block perhaps.....am I even a writer???....think I need a holiday!! Regardless, for this past week I feel the experience is best viewed in the photos.....note the smiles & cleanliness of the two of us (well me anyway, as compared to usual).<br /></div><div align="justify">Next stop Goa & the beach.....should be interesting.....very interesting!!!</div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-92118344845563037082008-11-09T09:59:00.000-08:002009-10-07T17:04:50.093-07:00Return to India - North to South in 5 days!!<div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736314502879010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICL0CGS_vpnv8UkcSchMQwF_Akrjdj__Vj28_lFdMoOBW56gJ27oqzug4lI6s16ucQmug2Ri_HMITHENPacsTtKWXG0CYnO7wH0iRyt_TwN4DBTiaknYb34rzzNIv-NI3ZtAblEWb2CMe/s320/Nepal+289.JPG" border="0" />So after 1 month amongst the tranquility of Nepal we headed back across the ramshackle border at Sunauli and on to Gorakphur, which was to be more of a culture shock than when first landing in Mumbai so many weeks back. Having a train the following morning we needed to find refuge for 1 night and the only available option resembled more a truckers "pay by the hour" nesting shack than any sort of hostel/hotel. For 1 night surely we'd survive, which we did, although it didn't get much better as we searched for a respectable eatery we dodged rats the size of cats, cockroaches looking like they had eaten the rats, & waiters looking like cockroaches.....beautiful!!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Needless to say we made it through the night & began the 1st of many epic train rides to take place over the coming month. 23 hours & 850km to Kolkata where we were greeted by the usual barage of questions from the ever curious natives.....these of which we have grown well accustomed to by now. We had heard some mixed reports of the former capital....extreme poverty alongside the usual difficulties associated here. However Martina and I were pleasantly surprised by the friendliness, apparent organisation of roads and obeying to traffic rules, and general ease of the city. And all this taking place amongst the busiest of cities where not an inch of space is wasted or goes unutilised. With a feast of fascinating architecture of British India around the <em>BBD Bagh</em> area and <em>Victoria Memorial,</em> a monument that would rival the Taj Mahal had it been built to celebrate an Indian, and areas reminiscent of "the land that time forgot" in <em>Barbarbazaar & Chinatown, </em>Kolkata has an interesting contrast of struggle & splendour. Chinatowns are hectic & fast paced the world over, however, wandering the markets & chaotic alleys here made us feel like a grain of pliau rice being ferried around by an army of busy ants!! The decision was taken to depart after only 3 days, as after enjoying the city so much we did not wish to risk the possibility of something, or someone, ruining our experience.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">On to the train again.....this time a 35 hour.....1600km journey along the East coast to Chennai. How we wondered would time pass without too much boredom??? Another pleasant surprise as the train became <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD0ChE13-r-ZHTxWnVoyUfFORc4F00rCKnJ4NCvaPiOw-leayKtacYays65gu4EttoHQJIDJMyeu12j44uZZ1Mh-LzjSbhAlt-EV41s-7pOo2JirX5GHjKUDgQYVBrnCld9j7drcsZJs2/s1600-h/Nepal+301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266737890534803490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD0ChE13-r-ZHTxWnVoyUfFORc4F00rCKnJ4NCvaPiOw-leayKtacYays65gu4EttoHQJIDJMyeu12j44uZZ1Mh-LzjSbhAlt-EV41s-7pOo2JirX5GHjKUDgQYVBrnCld9j7drcsZJs2/s320/Nepal+301.JPG" border="0" /></a>immersed with an array of beggars.....some nice, some annoying, some entertaining & others just disturbing. We had <em>Sari clad singing transvestites, blind men playing accordians, men with no legs sweeping & cleaning the carriages, all kinds of diseased (non contagious) & malfunctioned bodies, harmonica players with no arms (maybe this I made up???), fruit sellers, nut sellers, chai sellers, paperboys, plagiarised book sellers, plus the usual amount of train riding nutcases!! </em>The entertainment was all free of charge and kept us sane, if at all possible, until finally we reached our destination.</div><br /><div align="justify">With just 1 day in Chennai and after longing to feel sand between our toes we headed straight for <em>Marina Beach</em>. How different beachlife is in this crazy country, with women swimming fully clothed in their Saris, hoards of men playing endless games of cricket, young girls perfroming death defying tightrope acts, plus the usual Indian street cuisine. However, with trash sprawled as far as the eye can see it is difficult to understand the lack of respect for such a natural beauty as the beach & ocean are. Throw it in the bins for f$%* sake!!!! The rest of Chennai, or what we saw, is more traditional and a far cry from its larger counterparts and a wander through the market streets gives an enjoyable glimpse of village life within a city.</div><br /><div align="justify">The last leg of this entry took us to Madurai, once again by train, only 9 h<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduPd3EZWIh01-MEva2bOP7J5DKj_P74u_74EzCg2JX2ZVdYSO2o7mbQx4X-w8dwC1gF6yxyJD4bYjdv7JLFFYTlMvHDVVIZ4pRhhMFR5_VVmLTzWt2R60uGtSwM4CdCSuzawCFLD0_F2b/s1600-h/Nepal+331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266739091143908450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduPd3EZWIh01-MEva2bOP7J5DKj_P74u_74EzCg2JX2ZVdYSO2o7mbQx4X-w8dwC1gF6yxyJD4bYjdv7JLFFYTlMvHDVVIZ4pRhhMFR5_VVmLTzWt2R60uGtSwM4CdCSuzawCFLD0_F2b/s320/Nepal+331.JPG" border="0" /></a>ours & in the with the comfort of a reclining chair & A/C.....travelling in style now!!! Madurai is a small town with the focal point being the huge <em>Sri Meenakshi Temple,</em> a Dravidan architectural masterpiece, covering no less than 6 hectares of land. Inside was somewhat like a Disneyesque fair ground, with an array of souvenir shops, fairy lights depicting Gods & elephants happy to take money from the crowds of pilgrims lining up to make offerings.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So much of what we have been used to and alot of new ever surprising events. The first week back in India had been as interesting as ever.</div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-51486780646234891242008-11-02T13:01:00.000-08:002009-10-08T09:35:54.520-07:00Walking the Kathmandu Valley!!<div align="justify">Its been so long that it almost seems like another lifetime since we were in Nepal. But for the viewers pleasure I'll have a go at recalling the events. Since I last left you I believe we were in Kathmandu and about to commence our voyage around the valley, and I've just had a sneaky look at the photos Martina has uploaded and we appear to have come along way since Nepal, but regardless I shall give it a go.</div><p align="justify">Have not a clue where now to start so will have a guess at Bhaktapur, 1 of the 3 royal cities of Nepal, alongsaide Patan and Kathmandu. The city of culture, myself & Martina were blown away by the architecture, landscape, local cuisine and fascinating attitude of the local people. Such a joy to wander the streets & be greeted by the welcoming smiles & innocent laughs. It was here that I decided to test my travel insurance limits for the first time, by riding atop a local bus, to <em>Changu Narayan</em>, alongside the goats, sacks of rice and a few locals. This proved most entertaining, especially having to dodge the overhead power cables, breathing in the fresh country air and the knowledge that Martina was squashed up inside in a ball of sweat!! <em>Bhaktapur</em> is one beautiful little town and power cuts weeks could easily be passed by here just watching the world go by.</p><div align="justify">From Bhaktapur we then made our way up to Nagarkot, 2175m above sea level, a town said to offer unrivalled views out beyond the Kathmandu valley bowl. What we did miss though was that these views were expected from October onwards. At this time of year there is not a lot else to do in Nagarkot, so we sat, feasting on the delights of yak cheese sandwiches, in the hope that the rain would clear for a just a few minutes sat! Our patience was to pay off as one morning we were vigarously awoke at the crack of dawn to be greeted with the stunning sight of sunrise and the fascinating view of the snow capped Himalayas.....well worth the wait!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Not ones to indulge in full mountain treks we decided to take our own hike 25km from Nagarkot to <em>Bodnath</em>, via the beautiful small villages of <em>Sankhu</em>, <em>Bramhakkel</em> and <em>Mulpani</em>. Through this route we were met with some of the most breathtaking scenery and happy smiles to ever lay our eyes upon, making the walk more pleasant than we could have imagined. However we are still monsoon season and the walk was interrupted just outside of Mulpani forcing us to hop on a bus for the final few kilometres.....this was not met with too much disappointment. Nepal just keeps on amazing us and Bodnath was to be no different. A small town housing Nepal's largest populaion of Tibetan exiles and incredible architecture built around the incredible <em>Bodnath Stupa</em>, which is best visited late of an afternoon to witness the Tibetan and Bhuddist community going about their daily rituals. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />The past week has possibly been the most peaceful, relaxing and jaw dropping since our arrival on this continent. Now, however it is time to return to the organised chaos of Kathmandu and then on, once more, to Pokhara.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Namaste.</div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-87616805229396789802008-10-27T01:59:00.000-07:002008-10-27T02:41:03.055-07:00Emprendiendo la vuelta....<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3P_erGsj_U-jj7KTfdRedLHNY9aW0YIKcAYcV5X-QnyNmRDRzBw8I8j46Sxo3bSNACEm77xg86QkJOUn8kv6hNdeS1fh_qCKqga_hKxUwsT4G7cqrFlY1cq2eBjapcGTkRCeql85AQ8AI/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261765357493266482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3P_erGsj_U-jj7KTfdRedLHNY9aW0YIKcAYcV5X-QnyNmRDRzBw8I8j46Sxo3bSNACEm77xg86QkJOUn8kv6hNdeS1fh_qCKqga_hKxUwsT4G7cqrFlY1cq2eBjapcGTkRCeql85AQ8AI/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+315.JPG" border="0" /></a> Y asi se dan las cosas que despues de 4 meses me encuentro nuevamente en "tierra firme", o mas bien que flota! Una vez mas en Inglaterra y a una semana de volver a Buenos Aires. Parece mentira que el tiempo haya pasado tan rapido y de repente me encuentre amaneciendo en Mumbai y durmiendo en Bishops Cleeve, el mundo es cada vez mas chico y parece que se encogiera por minuto. <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">La India me desafio en mas aspectos de los que habia pensado posibles. Despues de haber viajado por Africa pense que podria facilmente adaptarme a un pais que es mas viajado y mas "desarrollado" en terminos turisticos por la inmensa cantidad de visitantes que lo recorren. Sin dudas, India fue una especie bautismo de fuego, que por momentos me hacia cuestionar esta incesante necesidad de viajar. Una realidad tan pero tan distinta a cualquier otra que pude vivir, una complejidad en la diversidad de credos y costumbres que habitan su suelo, un obstaculo en cada esquina....pero tambien una recompensa en cada rincon. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Apenas llevo 3 dias de vuelta en el "primer mundo" y ya puedo ver en retrospectiva parte de lo que la India me dejo. A la distancia, todas aquellas experiencias que en su momento parecian incomprensibles, agobiantes cuasi claustrofobicas, ahora las puedo ver bajo otra luz. Todos esos intensos momentos en que rodeados de por lo menos 20 personas interrogandonos acerca de los mas diversos temas, "A que pais pertenecen?", "Porque no estan casados?", "Cuanto ganan por anio?", ahora son testimonio de la incansable curiosidad de los indios y de su sincero interes por aprender de quienes los visitan. Las innumerables invitaciones a tomar un "chai" (te) o a cenar en sus casas que en su momento nos hacian sentir poco menos importantes que Brad y Angelina, ahora son muestras de su hospitalidad y calidez. La India y su gente son capaces de inundarte de carinio en escala tsunami, a la distancia lo puedo ver. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Recorrimos por 4 meses India y Nepal. Visitamos 13 estados , 35 ciudades/pueblos, dormimos en 37 hoteles de la mas variada naturaleza, tomamos 13 trenes, 33 buses, 1 moto, 2 camellos, 6 metros, 5 barcos, incontables rickshaws y un ridiculo numero de kilometros caminados que no me animo a nisiquiera intentar contar. Recorrimos el perimetro entero de la India empezando y terminando en Mumbai. Pasando un mes en Nepal, un pais unico por su encanto y su gente. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Recorrer la India de punta a punta en 3 meses nos dio una posibilidad unica de ver las enormes diferencias entre el Norte y el Sur, entre el Este y el Oeste, entre las grandes ciudades y los pueblos rurales, entre el rico y el pobre, el hindu y musulman. Un pais enorme en su extension, enorme en su riqueza cultural, historica y religiosa. Un pais de contradicciones constantes y de sorpresas en cada esquina. Un pais que nos pone a prueba a cada paso que damos, ya sea por las piras funerarias en Varanassi o por la sonrisa de un chico que te desarma en la calle. Un pais tan diferente a cualquier otro, que muchas veces me parecio mentira que vivieramos todos en el mismo planeta. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Y asi es que este viaje termina, o por lo menos este capitulo. Y una vez mas me quedo con esta contradictoria sensacion, por un lado la enormidad del mundo y por el otro nosotros, quienes lo habitamos, tan distintos en tantos aspectos pero tan iguales en escencia. Nuestras alegrias, nuestros sufrimientos, las preguntas que nos hacemos y las respuestas que les encontramos. Parece que el mundo por mas enorme que parezca no es mas que un punto en el universo y nosotros estamos todos mas cerca de lo que pensamos.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Gracias a todos los que nos siguieron! y a por ello que no es tan dificil como parece....</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Namaste</div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-83517601272773950182008-10-25T03:29:00.001-07:002008-10-25T04:04:30.161-07:00Kerala's BackwaterLa experiencia de Kerala fue increible, viajamos en unos barcos hechos de bamboo y yute que nos llevaron por los canales de Kerala donde aldeas enteras viven desparramadas en distintas islas manteniendo formas tradicionales de subsistencia.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx42PtOw0tgx1ikYxwOZx7IuxGb7QWPEQRMUMakWzhl_RKMwJFBHfp1tKfsZ0oxQwfC6lwR0fMd5wI5pjBgRa2vTfLZq_M9ULEMXoanLdmwjitKm-RMcaDXlsp_ItF7VbbvHzyTgqkblWJ/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261043893568608338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx42PtOw0tgx1ikYxwOZx7IuxGb7QWPEQRMUMakWzhl_RKMwJFBHfp1tKfsZ0oxQwfC6lwR0fMd5wI5pjBgRa2vTfLZq_M9ULEMXoanLdmwjitKm-RMcaDXlsp_ItF7VbbvHzyTgqkblWJ/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+078.JPG" border="0" /></a> El capitan del barco, remando con un palo de bamboo larguisimo que usaba para empujar el barco hacia adelante.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPO70XJUNfr4L_CBtpQHokVK_15b4Z7vaqaneJi-gqAZnStv5ngLgLrLqHZmXnF1lWefwWbXhpFjTJsQ6BLOrg9jKcHdioYRaQj1_4Zg7e9XNuWAu5w9PTyI2c1btzEJ3-E2R4TI8qUfL/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261043451571788978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPO70XJUNfr4L_CBtpQHokVK_15b4Z7vaqaneJi-gqAZnStv5ngLgLrLqHZmXnF1lWefwWbXhpFjTJsQ6BLOrg9jKcHdioYRaQj1_4Zg7e9XNuWAu5w9PTyI2c1btzEJ3-E2R4TI8qUfL/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+077.JPG" border="0" /></a> Los canales de Kerala, un conjunto de canales grandes y chiquitos que recorren las distintas islas de Kerala llevandonos por las aldeas y conociendo a la gente que vive en ellas.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_T7Wm8fLR1uCI7OGEzMXwOwLm-NxysbUfJgWQcL7Eq_Lf4BniKOnOh1U3MdL3p-xnK7pSWXUzMOSWhy3FCiSgaB5KA9DiRysPaxR2H7jLOuS8nLsh9Ji02lzZgfioLPTINceEnxXAN0Rw/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261043095382097042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_T7Wm8fLR1uCI7OGEzMXwOwLm-NxysbUfJgWQcL7Eq_Lf4BniKOnOh1U3MdL3p-xnK7pSWXUzMOSWhy3FCiSgaB5KA9DiRysPaxR2H7jLOuS8nLsh9Ji02lzZgfioLPTINceEnxXAN0Rw/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+079.JPG" border="0" /></a> Por un canal super angosto en Kerala<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2r1h6bH_oA6HwzIrcgdPzF8x6N5zihNRMEXR6gSQJofPvXQWLtVJo9PuQBCIkcj7RlpL0UeHkcUa6LtojgcyTSM1slLhyJTBe1Cm3P_6KjTgr50lK1Gt_QmNW2v0o8nL-rhqdAuLErDG/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261042688869002610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2r1h6bH_oA6HwzIrcgdPzF8x6N5zihNRMEXR6gSQJofPvXQWLtVJo9PuQBCIkcj7RlpL0UeHkcUa6LtojgcyTSM1slLhyJTBe1Cm3P_6KjTgr50lK1Gt_QmNW2v0o8nL-rhqdAuLErDG/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+088.JPG" border="0" /></a> Asi se veian los barcos en los que viajamos, llevaban un poco mas de 10 pasajeros, otros eran botes casa donde podias pasar la noche.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDK1SfPJ52CG7HWMEOyjqQU2U1QP9cmTZ2j8EDVWUTIoTbcf2nX0rZP_mRlTr4khuW0-G0OyHekyk7-BhkDwfNHJtcSs0DttsnFUZdxeD_0FVyo6kHfUEUywgNWSfHu69XsuEx1NGor0-/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261042158650604434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDK1SfPJ52CG7HWMEOyjqQU2U1QP9cmTZ2j8EDVWUTIoTbcf2nX0rZP_mRlTr4khuW0-G0OyHekyk7-BhkDwfNHJtcSs0DttsnFUZdxeD_0FVyo6kHfUEUywgNWSfHu69XsuEx1NGor0-/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+089.JPG" border="0" /></a> Canales de Kerala<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjXpd2jdz5QELMoNoG2ABy-xkimPvD0VvGLTfnjNm83dxjT_nuIWOARQl-7ofmoFqDgacZ4OJUez-mTPNTMgNo-xZz3IUCwcJmLLiv3IyRXmAnglvHm6G1KAT2ZlWq0X_i0QE54sgsOcK/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261041430368590898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjXpd2jdz5QELMoNoG2ABy-xkimPvD0VvGLTfnjNm83dxjT_nuIWOARQl-7ofmoFqDgacZ4OJUez-mTPNTMgNo-xZz3IUCwcJmLLiv3IyRXmAnglvHm6G1KAT2ZlWq0X_i0QE54sgsOcK/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+091.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nuestro barco (bueno igualito)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmDulPCjQVfJyTo-TxNVSdGfcqMDEKK4Rsgph6cID6M2aRmBgdTfgts-vhKTmrt3YY5HO3GkjNRyvxXxeLkfOqKIl0jETSEpRak_3hcfwQZyZsoINY_4rd8UVJ9E17aeaGcu1iS4yjDvi/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261040846744276978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmDulPCjQVfJyTo-TxNVSdGfcqMDEKK4Rsgph6cID6M2aRmBgdTfgts-vhKTmrt3YY5HO3GkjNRyvxXxeLkfOqKIl0jETSEpRak_3hcfwQZyZsoINY_4rd8UVJ9E17aeaGcu1iS4yjDvi/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+095.JPG" border="0" /></a> En una de las islas donde paramos las mujeres nos mostraron como hacian sogas con las fibras del coco<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVj7KDOGDCWSrmPgxQnjDXn16fohmtFyU8FiDB8_zP_ECQPE_QKA3kEJl3E3wMnge4dDtxQ863dmITzwj774qUIVHUFFl7WV0CHo6N7oApyQgrmwLdPpdU1eR_gSw1A2c_hHyqhuq_Aoe/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261040429985627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVj7KDOGDCWSrmPgxQnjDXn16fohmtFyU8FiDB8_zP_ECQPE_QKA3kEJl3E3wMnge4dDtxQ863dmITzwj774qUIVHUFFl7WV0CHo6N7oApyQgrmwLdPpdU1eR_gSw1A2c_hHyqhuq_Aoe/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+093.JPG" border="0" /></a> Demostracion, de blanco nuestro guia supr energetico<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWniGLMGBSuB1M4iIEkTsblq_ZWqpENCJ-4QcMKGMd9bzWpNMo2qZJeO0vMSzcA-Ik-CRhNDrMLhlZHsHrnEw-hpeOjI5T7zPD7WVivxgkz9d6bYserF7RGCW_RY3Q6R-6ok_x954U-8hP/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261039970732880322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWniGLMGBSuB1M4iIEkTsblq_ZWqpENCJ-4QcMKGMd9bzWpNMo2qZJeO0vMSzcA-Ik-CRhNDrMLhlZHsHrnEw-hpeOjI5T7zPD7WVivxgkz9d6bYserF7RGCW_RY3Q6R-6ok_x954U-8hP/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+097.JPG" border="0" /></a> Plantacion de Pimienta<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHp2LmrIsXA_wAw8GxKrsqKkFZXLmTYgJamI6eB8qNRUMn4bg5OSX82-uxpFeKbyWH1SFzzQUV_ZCouOEdO5sLBl1q-kz4vxzuxxT4xmafeuh0FUfsVg6iWeJIdTkGUgOISpVJdibYjlPr/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261039565191364706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHp2LmrIsXA_wAw8GxKrsqKkFZXLmTYgJamI6eB8qNRUMn4bg5OSX82-uxpFeKbyWH1SFzzQUV_ZCouOEdO5sLBl1q-kz4vxzuxxT4xmafeuh0FUfsVg6iWeJIdTkGUgOISpVJdibYjlPr/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+099.JPG" border="0" /></a> La nuez moscada recien salida del arbol.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkmYD2v7wHVStWwgWjMoeRhqjQ0SSB3BuQvZ-GItBodRvud4v6BUYhZoEtwbAiCdQaYGRHhziiJ17e5iTE2rIUlYn17wKHOVbISf0dqM4tUgn0N0oDOe8tAB5mYafqRG1uyFDd09UMimo/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261039159700737058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkmYD2v7wHVStWwgWjMoeRhqjQ0SSB3BuQvZ-GItBodRvud4v6BUYhZoEtwbAiCdQaYGRHhziiJ17e5iTE2rIUlYn17wKHOVbISf0dqM4tUgn0N0oDOe8tAB5mYafqRG1uyFDd09UMimo/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+105.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Remando" aunque mas bien era empujando nuestro barco<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq3srDi4Lxgbum31NYViIpEBRnQU7g7OEMyMDxXYfNjWxh3zocTLEw7uTTEkvuDKjwKGOgHM30xiG8z5P_khrkBNtmkuyPIKedlXB87mcUNioivw20eXsWgb1t5lKUCnhwJdzTlv_H4r_/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261038843157800722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq3srDi4Lxgbum31NYViIpEBRnQU7g7OEMyMDxXYfNjWxh3zocTLEw7uTTEkvuDKjwKGOgHM30xiG8z5P_khrkBNtmkuyPIKedlXB87mcUNioivw20eXsWgb1t5lKUCnhwJdzTlv_H4r_/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+107.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kerala People<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF8ltG7yA_nj9aFjA5p3r3Oy3hymDCpnkzp5HhNphIWfL8FAGX3t-RV4MaSF99IfWGyUMTiWXs1Mu1WUf3vfQl34copLyL0DedlAYp76EczGTaq1J6sj0j_eOc6aD0l_u6zMV-SbbkZEN/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261038639375301074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF8ltG7yA_nj9aFjA5p3r3Oy3hymDCpnkzp5HhNphIWfL8FAGX3t-RV4MaSF99IfWGyUMTiWXs1Mu1WUf3vfQl34copLyL0DedlAYp76EczGTaq1J6sj0j_eOc6aD0l_u6zMV-SbbkZEN/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+112.JPG" border="0" /></a> En un barco mas chiquito al que nos subimos para recorrer los canales mas estrechos.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhkuKf9HyL7S_hRigLT_mLB_1lkTUn4cxbLQrPKUK7owX4xErKAO5eX3DChwQgkXVEwGrwsRD_UGSJfUU8ZOX2auSUASrdJdbG94cEAScHKcA7pt3e6uzHG91DgXJbDsGXeoIik408RAb/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261037860283885474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhkuKf9HyL7S_hRigLT_mLB_1lkTUn4cxbLQrPKUK7owX4xErKAO5eX3DChwQgkXVEwGrwsRD_UGSJfUU8ZOX2auSUASrdJdbG94cEAScHKcA7pt3e6uzHG91DgXJbDsGXeoIik408RAb/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+114.JPG" border="0" /></a> El almuerzo<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqC4O8giEgnS7eEN0uTBHEE9ZJnsgzDZz5kTkDO4Ui2DcBMzDslhMZE01JNL6E4r0Eicjjv9uyfr1gegKspPnCI5AyaHd45MFXEiMWMcmObxdbmXvJVeHA_efZbA_ZLYUhGYxUJZ4XwWS/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261037546392437346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqC4O8giEgnS7eEN0uTBHEE9ZJnsgzDZz5kTkDO4Ui2DcBMzDslhMZE01JNL6E4r0Eicjjv9uyfr1gegKspPnCI5AyaHd45MFXEiMWMcmObxdbmXvJVeHA_efZbA_ZLYUhGYxUJZ4XwWS/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+116.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mmmmm....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkBvDMpiN0O_EEq_zjct4z1d8NDIILpmVXuY9AEMv68YXs6q7lCXyMjnSP9BnroSyKU2Xvwra9yZINaOH0UHn1amR6w_8w9LJais8Ex9BHvYwQ3qP0iUwIKx-xfehEB-K62NcrxHCUaDX/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261037221868106402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkBvDMpiN0O_EEq_zjct4z1d8NDIILpmVXuY9AEMv68YXs6q7lCXyMjnSP9BnroSyKU2Xvwra9yZINaOH0UHn1amR6w_8w9LJais8Ex9BHvYwQ3qP0iUwIKx-xfehEB-K62NcrxHCUaDX/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+117.JPG" border="0" /></a> Volviendo al "puerto"</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-59601721491376611432008-10-25T01:31:00.000-07:002008-10-25T03:22:51.709-07:00Fotos Goa<div align="justify">Aca van algunas fotos de Goa, estuvimos en total 2 semanas descansando y un poco reponiendonos de los 4 meses pasados. Palolem, la playa mas al sur nos parecio la mas linda, con agua limpia, palmeras, un par de restaurantes y un ambiente muy relajado. Nos dimos el gusto y nos quedamos en un hotel lindo con balcon y aire acondicionado un lujo! Seguimos camino al norte, y paramos dos noches en Panjim que es la parte vieja de Goa, donde vimos de primera mano la influencia portuguesa en la arquitectura y en el ritmo de la gente. Despues de dos dias sin playa seguimos camino a Anjuna, la playa mas famosa de Goa, y muy famosa por sus fiestas, pero no habia mucha accion cuando estuvimos, todavia era muy temprano en la temporada. Terminamos nuestro paso por Goa en Arambol, el ultimo lugar donde se escondio la generacion del 60 y flower power en Goa. Muy tranquilo, mucha paz, muy hippie.</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuj8AkgBRLi8LM6afngvnL7IZajmBgfH3HYqSy3-D43s1hM7zwwNVscuYr1Cfoog8fICeYS7eRDBxQVpJGAfkQO7TdJIUf_VxIjiUmovgxzgB-gtmpcQXaSUvpNWDIAawkrEEse2OFGMTK/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261026785616327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuj8AkgBRLi8LM6afngvnL7IZajmBgfH3HYqSy3-D43s1hM7zwwNVscuYr1Cfoog8fICeYS7eRDBxQVpJGAfkQO7TdJIUf_VxIjiUmovgxzgB-gtmpcQXaSUvpNWDIAawkrEEse2OFGMTK/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+120.JPG" border="0" /></a> Vista de Palolem, la playa mas al sur de Goa, agua cristalina, palmeras por todos lados y mucha paz.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotqhDnQLHAG1FJzpAS1C6_3qxAkaIjCEAitIUPD94zoPlTtLwmdezXc2JtJPssHVA6riip8WAtcJRtcHBf24mg5uLx3xejCKxoHOCoELMMeFBtxfgRTY9fYNqfhAK-V79lFGFVFxlT_0G/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261026420020601346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotqhDnQLHAG1FJzpAS1C6_3qxAkaIjCEAitIUPD94zoPlTtLwmdezXc2JtJPssHVA6riip8WAtcJRtcHBf24mg5uLx3xejCKxoHOCoELMMeFBtxfgRTY9fYNqfhAK-V79lFGFVFxlT_0G/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+125.JPG" border="0" /></a> El hombre de las papayas en Palolem! Todos los dias le comprabamos una para el almuerzo! de fondo se ven dos con las mochilas en la playa, casi mas raro que ver a las vacas! La primera linea frente a la playa estaba llena de cabanitas chiquitas asiq estarian buscando hospedaje<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqhsBgYQevElJPHMMQj543hR1vIjJ7cPdJEg94FHN6hsfK8G6UUHPmGslpGEb_sNrfZ7VsfGdRJhoaQWq9hdlXmrlAI222Mos_Ml1CL9f-4ZgUlXc62VpzHUioNJp4LACfm8lNqvJKi_T/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261026067412603730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqhsBgYQevElJPHMMQj543hR1vIjJ7cPdJEg94FHN6hsfK8G6UUHPmGslpGEb_sNrfZ7VsfGdRJhoaQWq9hdlXmrlAI222Mos_Ml1CL9f-4ZgUlXc62VpzHUioNJp4LACfm8lNqvJKi_T/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+126.JPG" border="0" /></a> Almorzando....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEy5okPZCaq5h-8piFFyFAZrdHZXwdS7qaUqL_V1xfNyQvtGCdWYay4oM2LLfUnlNKADEhXcy5H25H5LwQBqeR5nE4S4F_fJhVrGDgAXxcV6vbBpguDp5Mhj1AhHzGaTsrkzT5ajWJlO5/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025747205637426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEy5okPZCaq5h-8piFFyFAZrdHZXwdS7qaUqL_V1xfNyQvtGCdWYay4oM2LLfUnlNKADEhXcy5H25H5LwQBqeR5nE4S4F_fJhVrGDgAXxcV6vbBpguDp5Mhj1AhHzGaTsrkzT5ajWJlO5/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+128.JPG" border="0" /></a> Palolem Beach en el Sur de Goa las mujeres metiendose timidamente con el Sari<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgob1C6Pc2N41eDTC_D6ReiSqbQvD2u7HTxP_ztF9KxnbbkxNZkPhQGlhULYMBjj7RmDNGS0nhYJoPKSWlayPl3vKDFykDuS6dUjljyO0kXE3Vuh_R8b4JTA8rBxsgBzfEPCj1bfcvr0FZI/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025595456720802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgob1C6Pc2N41eDTC_D6ReiSqbQvD2u7HTxP_ztF9KxnbbkxNZkPhQGlhULYMBjj7RmDNGS0nhYJoPKSWlayPl3vKDFykDuS6dUjljyO0kXE3Vuh_R8b4JTA8rBxsgBzfEPCj1bfcvr0FZI/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+130.JPG" border="0" /></a> Brad haciendo la corrida diaria por la playa, Palolem, Goa<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYaat4Infxh_Gl0DD2YNpkiRKHuUxtFFYNV_iLewM7XvIyqgtOUUhWHNZWvjYQIAZdUY05u_I5cLCcZEVtfQgcJk221toBQfeEdKHnUpK1RB89L3G_abVLdg3HcDXP4z0v_XQm0Z9fxv-/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261018271763427810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYaat4Infxh_Gl0DD2YNpkiRKHuUxtFFYNV_iLewM7XvIyqgtOUUhWHNZWvjYQIAZdUY05u_I5cLCcZEVtfQgcJk221toBQfeEdKHnUpK1RB89L3G_abVLdg3HcDXP4z0v_XQm0Z9fxv-/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+135.JPG" border="0" /></a> El Hombre de las papayas en Palolem Beach, Goa<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxOokcD_JMiCyJ-nQLhZ6rjyr3FOR3Pz7QgUceCnRtL_nk4CHwWCmuU2W9tyxM_Ieu3u3c6qOBI4pVX7oRwrAYBxCdRkt1vYcOCjjvdfltxDPJfBxrXeevuhjGNquGvLSvr5bRJKi2qzu/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261017653910627378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxOokcD_JMiCyJ-nQLhZ6rjyr3FOR3Pz7QgUceCnRtL_nk4CHwWCmuU2W9tyxM_Ieu3u3c6qOBI4pVX7oRwrAYBxCdRkt1vYcOCjjvdfltxDPJfBxrXeevuhjGNquGvLSvr5bRJKi2qzu/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+137.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ustedes que ven??? Para nosotros este aro de cebolla es E.T haciendo su famoso "call home" andando en monociclo!! jaja<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSAYZnTTeNEbmIrEjeseqa9xdBEzKLnXpdXnXrcI-eg1ON2E-3xxwJwtJn0gd-uKFIWWcHzrSk2KKOVWl0CYeUgs9fUODDBg7aDexDR2Mx261VznP5xK8LhlkTu0jx1OOibD9x0kHb6z5/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261017022230423266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSAYZnTTeNEbmIrEjeseqa9xdBEzKLnXpdXnXrcI-eg1ON2E-3xxwJwtJn0gd-uKFIWWcHzrSk2KKOVWl0CYeUgs9fUODDBg7aDexDR2Mx261VznP5xK8LhlkTu0jx1OOibD9x0kHb6z5/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+142.JPG" border="0" /></a> Atardecer en Palolem<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHjQEagQHddQLca9QF0N1PQFNaiGp8mYEc4JMXChHmb0Tb33ptGtm0_0_vQUkbGR-ygZkgb1-TF1dg8swGVQESDvRj0MAVuEX1beFI8qKKbGLskQiLpoMAJ_Arj3XH8gXY6m4K2gFzM_U/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261016180372553634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHjQEagQHddQLca9QF0N1PQFNaiGp8mYEc4JMXChHmb0Tb33ptGtm0_0_vQUkbGR-ygZkgb1-TF1dg8swGVQESDvRj0MAVuEX1beFI8qKKbGLskQiLpoMAJ_Arj3XH8gXY6m4K2gFzM_U/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+146.JPG" border="0" /></a> Las vacas en la playa, una imagen rarisima a la que te acostumbras muy rapido<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVy7WwOFG99t4b5WVwrm0trpnYSErNoIvOiXqD6QAGFp7Tz2Ra47ql2k3OFjDmTU2p7zQsHOx53Iw65AU7On1GEaMfhU8a3HX8qt5umD5ow1pS9OHQnMjInsHZdsA94CkFRLMzIrsC0Ft/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261015815658143186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVy7WwOFG99t4b5WVwrm0trpnYSErNoIvOiXqD6QAGFp7Tz2Ra47ql2k3OFjDmTU2p7zQsHOx53Iw65AU7On1GEaMfhU8a3HX8qt5umD5ow1pS9OHQnMjInsHZdsA94CkFRLMzIrsC0Ft/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+153.JPG" border="0" /></a> Feliz de estar en la playa finalmente!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3T_tKbtvAYDZ4rlXPSUAd0HAv9ZG23V1xq-SXwoOZjyx0yhsj_DNfWX7TIaDzG5bgjLYaNg_4jvKTCwIE2nCzOukuskn3OBieKnvDZ2CHBoaEST0lLfr1-8fotXh5WVKSs_TguCf9eFD/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+157.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261015420583912578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3T_tKbtvAYDZ4rlXPSUAd0HAv9ZG23V1xq-SXwoOZjyx0yhsj_DNfWX7TIaDzG5bgjLYaNg_4jvKTCwIE2nCzOukuskn3OBieKnvDZ2CHBoaEST0lLfr1-8fotXh5WVKSs_TguCf9eFD/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+157.JPG" border="0" /></a> Palolem<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDIvyeWhZodsapkskZq2I-ZlcRahJQLhQKe8oX8YMamFVtwoHq-pyUDyv9GhV6mh-z4oFGJjJCz3X8gqhrstwTbYANyymladhwthlYljdIjshC9hzoY3ZO4CmIc6uaXy4EwYC0t9eAbvx/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261014780144743282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDIvyeWhZodsapkskZq2I-ZlcRahJQLhQKe8oX8YMamFVtwoHq-pyUDyv9GhV6mh-z4oFGJjJCz3X8gqhrstwTbYANyymladhwthlYljdIjshC9hzoY3ZO4CmIc6uaXy4EwYC0t9eAbvx/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+165.JPG" border="0" /></a> Atardecer nuestro ultimo dia en Palolem, la vista era increible tenias la puesta de sol de un lado una tormenta que se estaba formando del otro y un arcoiris que cruzaba el cielo entre las palmeras....no sabiamos adonde mirar!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDvliMlsv0moKy270u5r5K1ErNAwh7p4lsR1a-36aL1oUDVmIZMKgjZ7hLfr4ccbx0prxJ7U2Se0DkazmZIITHwXKtZvQdoFj2KAxMDuaJG9TxjJz18oEENDc_FksbAFYNY-si4PZoq2Y/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261014360918071618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDvliMlsv0moKy270u5r5K1ErNAwh7p4lsR1a-36aL1oUDVmIZMKgjZ7hLfr4ccbx0prxJ7U2Se0DkazmZIITHwXKtZvQdoFj2KAxMDuaJG9TxjJz18oEENDc_FksbAFYNY-si4PZoq2Y/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+168.JPG" border="0" /></a> Palolem<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkV0h-5gtNVOVv4LtEIRd2Z9pEdTw6HoSDC3Y9KOpQTC21Ew9oB96d6FsIKmYFumruuS5rAQXP67j5_ei125-1UaVTw5ZqYiP1uhdcfA4E1vsjtjW-4X98UWRPbWSGzuKxqVQqy4YMjP-/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261013770807145890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkV0h-5gtNVOVv4LtEIRd2Z9pEdTw6HoSDC3Y9KOpQTC21Ew9oB96d6FsIKmYFumruuS5rAQXP67j5_ei125-1UaVTw5ZqYiP1uhdcfA4E1vsjtjW-4X98UWRPbWSGzuKxqVQqy4YMjP-/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+172.JPG" border="0" /></a> Con Brad en la Palolem</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pP9urdkiyfdflZhQZo-6yXTHtlIWB_CiyU1ibuEZFu7eQNanjTU2l5dftjHOCdB3Sx0T3MCDQ8C-7im7CAPSrBXUDfu9MJNzYwjz5mRUjY91UwIiNwKgt057ohAw5ee0yB-Oo7YuWIm_/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261013193195071090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pP9urdkiyfdflZhQZo-6yXTHtlIWB_CiyU1ibuEZFu7eQNanjTU2l5dftjHOCdB3Sx0T3MCDQ8C-7im7CAPSrBXUDfu9MJNzYwjz5mRUjY91UwIiNwKgt057ohAw5ee0yB-Oo7YuWIm_/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+181.JPG" border="0" /></a> Arcoiris en la puesta de sol, ultimo dia en Palolem, Goa<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GtXyObCedsibPpWDpJB9n06dIUOlSzh7a__twsjtLUMNylQnpkgeZI6Q5dIhc9u81nHkAvy9VWi7awTb-4R4UFKGi_IbYr3H5N6lUl9Ba_YYr93wX_JJjJp485WMA6soRDkbK3mkT1Rw/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261012821861717346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GtXyObCedsibPpWDpJB9n06dIUOlSzh7a__twsjtLUMNylQnpkgeZI6Q5dIhc9u81nHkAvy9VWi7awTb-4R4UFKGi_IbYr3H5N6lUl9Ba_YYr93wX_JJjJp485WMA6soRDkbK3mkT1Rw/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+183.JPG" border="0" /></a> Atardecer Palolem<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLZs2yTXxLhwQvXyba6mQYTIh1fNy3e4ltYUbrOAXZE1UxjhgVOWc4RU3yULvNiK1R-TMQ4dIc0WDlqAI3Kvlk_zaio4MCoXS9rz65F-2ZeMA-JzBrKc_YJYfvDSTBIm8nKGhr-xJxn8g/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261012505929751042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLZs2yTXxLhwQvXyba6mQYTIh1fNy3e4ltYUbrOAXZE1UxjhgVOWc4RU3yULvNiK1R-TMQ4dIc0WDlqAI3Kvlk_zaio4MCoXS9rz65F-2ZeMA-JzBrKc_YJYfvDSTBIm8nKGhr-xJxn8g/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+187.JPG" border="0" /></a> Panjim, Old Goa. Pasamos dos noches y una fue domingo, parecia un pueblo fantasma, nadie en las calles, restaurantes cerrados pero eso no le quitaba el encanto a la ciudad. La influencia portuguesa se veia en la arquitectura y en el ritmo de la ciudad.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1xVIJ-AePIMI2Lt4ZJ81ZMQXCx2UX0-58Yal_Vr-p82IFvoZldRGUWjYYlouaVLjvI1OrQfKA-ht8KngN1Srnynk27A4C8VPJcMXh6h8FI1PCRLgk-eKr74Nji4WOBhlzL_ORWOipS93/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261012174523230482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1xVIJ-AePIMI2Lt4ZJ81ZMQXCx2UX0-58Yal_Vr-p82IFvoZldRGUWjYYlouaVLjvI1OrQfKA-ht8KngN1Srnynk27A4C8VPJcMXh6h8FI1PCRLgk-eKr74Nji4WOBhlzL_ORWOipS93/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+193.JPG" border="0" /></a> Caminando por Old Goa...domingo desierto<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT-vKvLNRe7lfXwEYjWd36t0Ib7iDl6z7vgf3dJsKvRPmfv5GNJZpthdd8btXABBNdKQxmikTKs0AFGrXykrsyU_5UqTSriVxnSTlZwp8dBqujdzhZopNFParbhyphenhyphenzYldxveZDVzGIi9CX/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261011697890736578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT-vKvLNRe7lfXwEYjWd36t0Ib7iDl6z7vgf3dJsKvRPmfv5GNJZpthdd8btXABBNdKQxmikTKs0AFGrXykrsyU_5UqTSriVxnSTlZwp8dBqujdzhZopNFParbhyphenhyphenzYldxveZDVzGIi9CX/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+218.JPG" border="0" /></a> Como estaba todo cerrado salimos a dar un paseo en Barco en unos que promocionaban musica tradicional de Goa y bailes tipicos....bueno al final el baile tradicional lo dimos nosotros!! Brad moviendo las caderas al ritmo de las canciones de moda de Bollywood!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-ud6sHQvsPIBKDj7v_w8zc3tuDrOkX36PRaCPLCUcBackwQwaRb7c4fN-s3Q1a9XxXCnIeqCd-AucKeDQoK14TelmR9NAEWBchehBWDnINLPsMiTrFmNJzKtWP9h3Y2YOObDYAy-5Y25/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261010035720280258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-ud6sHQvsPIBKDj7v_w8zc3tuDrOkX36PRaCPLCUcBackwQwaRb7c4fN-s3Q1a9XxXCnIeqCd-AucKeDQoK14TelmR9NAEWBchehBWDnINLPsMiTrFmNJzKtWP9h3Y2YOObDYAy-5Y25/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+211.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dando clases de baile en el "Crucero"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9cc4hqhSBAV7Idye6g3UgJG2_LQkSA7LkK9wfiE1I_wCKhDTayF6qITCGold1gEpF4tv_VYsflEnq-FVsQVGmql06p6DhhZuGoI6sVpMGQ7woxwoOHp0d-S_B-zyo1BKxwD04GYe3JRO/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261009496255356434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9cc4hqhSBAV7Idye6g3UgJG2_LQkSA7LkK9wfiE1I_wCKhDTayF6qITCGold1gEpF4tv_VYsflEnq-FVsQVGmql06p6DhhZuGoI6sVpMGQ7woxwoOHp0d-S_B-zyo1BKxwD04GYe3JRO/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+242.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anjuna Beach<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnay77Q7DVZs9jpI3TuEeVA9OVmYRr-GuvlXsyaAsLCmso7ZeweMnPVGu-KvcnOINYTaw3qUwUlgWJaLFOgL_iHoZhdix_HwqcG-Z_KeARgmrxRBbRjz9bRvkyBBWxHregfGVOGuxJbwqy/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261009096116571362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnay77Q7DVZs9jpI3TuEeVA9OVmYRr-GuvlXsyaAsLCmso7ZeweMnPVGu-KvcnOINYTaw3qUwUlgWJaLFOgL_iHoZhdix_HwqcG-Z_KeARgmrxRBbRjz9bRvkyBBWxHregfGVOGuxJbwqy/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+240.JPG" border="0" /></a> Las vacas modelo en Anjuna, Goa<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAqJ1joSoz_f0AAmozxncAAGrHq-PpL2B761yImaUzq6AaNovdBGuXMjCypdrTzfnLU4E2RDSilVP5KRSHbk88zCLwBuxlbMKoYvm8ShNyRaGbQeC0GVAInJ0IVtuCEwwiChGxWNRmk7_/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+260.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261008612788020386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAqJ1joSoz_f0AAmozxncAAGrHq-PpL2B761yImaUzq6AaNovdBGuXMjCypdrTzfnLU4E2RDSilVP5KRSHbk88zCLwBuxlbMKoYvm8ShNyRaGbQeC0GVAInJ0IVtuCEwwiChGxWNRmk7_/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+260.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anjuna Market, el mercado tradicional de los Miercoles en la playa de Anjuna<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswRgchHVKHE3y7gctMS9VlqrDZeBqzQv-ywrNAAPu9mQ2tZZw_lJqjSSTi4tc99uL8QkCdwXFgKf0hgGxDalVHPOXfthT82XCU-WywxeA2yhtQ2yMms5cCrQF0jtv3Ox_4plQRtTwF-OT/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261008234965274754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswRgchHVKHE3y7gctMS9VlqrDZeBqzQv-ywrNAAPu9mQ2tZZw_lJqjSSTi4tc99uL8QkCdwXFgKf0hgGxDalVHPOXfthT82XCU-WywxeA2yhtQ2yMms5cCrQF0jtv3Ox_4plQRtTwF-OT/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+265.JPG" border="0" /></a> Arambol beach, la ultima playa a la que fuimos al norte de Goa, muy hippie y tranquila. Los perros nos adoptaban en cada playa que ibamos.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCUwkrZJi03YwaLtsIzuNJvUkE82GdlTx6UYcnbTcsmkFK6cEw5dz_3M7rvZi5ACBg8ZJ72OpUEw_JPVKJrA4gPcb58xUuEgESdAYlwXESNPCRal2PREAKI6eVlkJXXjz-RQN9IXDVK4L/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261007806512780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCUwkrZJi03YwaLtsIzuNJvUkE82GdlTx6UYcnbTcsmkFK6cEw5dz_3M7rvZi5ACBg8ZJ72OpUEw_JPVKJrA4gPcb58xUuEgESdAYlwXESNPCRal2PREAKI6eVlkJXXjz-RQN9IXDVK4L/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+273.JPG" border="0" /></a> Brad y la vaca....no no soy yo, es la vaca!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkWUuwZFV4_V2Alq21l86450xf6L30GTiu87nyqcXrl0qFploXa8f7P6foVo0GF92iZvRCFDAM4vDIfI83EoDy4ZMeokh-GOI9CLuBoKkBE-1y_N7kAw5n-BQVutfkY3E4mtM7wXbjcyi/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261007455646497154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkWUuwZFV4_V2Alq21l86450xf6L30GTiu87nyqcXrl0qFploXa8f7P6foVo0GF92iZvRCFDAM4vDIfI83EoDy4ZMeokh-GOI9CLuBoKkBE-1y_N7kAw5n-BQVutfkY3E4mtM7wXbjcyi/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+274.JPG" border="0" /></a> Atardecer en Arambol<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QyX1s2aKQfPsOG7j6Fhce8-1vlDluZ-Ampb9NvLEVskvYK0YcKlVT-D1DMckxwjm8Y-s5NrNIT7yZLZDu8MAyHKHg1t75xTxm3QLaC80RF6PLuOs0mXdyTNjjDBRlgXVCO4Ygz8ncog6/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261006957728021138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QyX1s2aKQfPsOG7j6Fhce8-1vlDluZ-Ampb9NvLEVskvYK0YcKlVT-D1DMckxwjm8Y-s5NrNIT7yZLZDu8MAyHKHg1t75xTxm3QLaC80RF6PLuOs0mXdyTNjjDBRlgXVCO4Ygz8ncog6/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+280.JPG" border="0" /></a> Arambol en el norte de Goa </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-13098534400766985982008-10-24T09:25:00.000-07:002008-10-25T03:29:16.101-07:00Fotos Kumily & Kochi<div align="justify">Hola!! Aca van algunas fotos de Kumily y Kochi en el estado de Kerala. Llegar al sur de la India fue descubrir un nuevo pais. Con un ritmo de vida mucho mas tranquilo, con menor concentracion de gente y menos acoso. Dentro de la India la mayoria cristiana esta en el sur, y por eso al estado de Kerala se le dice "God's Country", claro esta que la estetica de las Iglesias no escapo al toque original de la India, con lo cual en casi cada esquina podiamos ver capillas e Iglesias iluminadas integras con luces de navidad titilantes, conviritiendolas en lo que nosotros llamamos las "disco church"! Aca van algunas imagenes.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCV8xRzyuUMsBV7TC1ZjnU9Zd_U7C3olyZLRGyudBKUt3BZjmCJrbT-EimWjjP1BMP3dypCS18qAkqCiLXg4LmKZu9DABH8qBTdHxxsTGIKAJXEaxCF0upFDwgGjgtaoR_raUS5syWvV5G/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260767164395862994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCV8xRzyuUMsBV7TC1ZjnU9Zd_U7C3olyZLRGyudBKUt3BZjmCJrbT-EimWjjP1BMP3dypCS18qAkqCiLXg4LmKZu9DABH8qBTdHxxsTGIKAJXEaxCF0upFDwgGjgtaoR_raUS5syWvV5G/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Periyar Tiger Reserve, Kumily<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5Z8pOQO7-BqWGt3DZVQOc72DW_MyQatkdfSNbayYZiZU3zNBh5ANz3vZO9UwE7w1S9o6mhtQweO2KFq6lqVdHged6NGKMtnU8etaLuoXnBk45OyP-BnFNSz1ft7So0tJq6hW6GacmgiY/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766874636303938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5Z8pOQO7-BqWGt3DZVQOc72DW_MyQatkdfSNbayYZiZU3zNBh5ANz3vZO9UwE7w1S9o6mhtQweO2KFq6lqVdHged6NGKMtnU8etaLuoXnBk45OyP-BnFNSz1ft7So0tJq6hW6GacmgiY/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Shhhh....7 de la maniana caminando hacia unos barcos que te llevaban a ver el parque, todavia con la esperanza de ver un tigre...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXV1l8doVvHA8MRdprdkZ5N31vQ3kCjUhk8EdPdI_KXVk33tInJMT6pHjK_URANkwNaWA5UJZo-jYPFl8M-QF7ZOAloOM5sENv2wSzvE9uaSsLm1Feb4lz_mJywIZDJD4k8NFrTJnOQz0T/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766372706441218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXV1l8doVvHA8MRdprdkZ5N31vQ3kCjUhk8EdPdI_KXVk33tInJMT6pHjK_URANkwNaWA5UJZo-jYPFl8M-QF7ZOAloOM5sENv2wSzvE9uaSsLm1Feb4lz_mJywIZDJD4k8NFrTJnOQz0T/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+003.JPG" border="0" /></a> El unico que vimos fue el de madera que estaba escondido entre las ramas, algo es algo!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0E7qIW6IUQZnkgYu4Y7MuoNAne_ICr44kEw1PNerSetPwF6a1iGYE5IsiLMhIXZ02wQ6pnikrQh2A2VViUtCK9XXO88YV6gQ9A7kuffov2SKsK-sTHD9dygjcuGGDQyydc9XBJ6L47pAU/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766007270788402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0E7qIW6IUQZnkgYu4Y7MuoNAne_ICr44kEw1PNerSetPwF6a1iGYE5IsiLMhIXZ02wQ6pnikrQh2A2VViUtCK9XXO88YV6gQ9A7kuffov2SKsK-sTHD9dygjcuGGDQyydc9XBJ6L47pAU/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Barquitos que recorrian el parque, Kumily<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAv1jEdKXjVwtO3wWPsfplYhsXQ0O8gun_VNrBhEsOgyHdqCyW6zvJ3IOyFctHCZXaDWf4pxNCOc9xAbOuUuz5619bhPRIVed0jrx9oEpS6IVfxJpMskaUB_x70HGPJmev3k_r1j4wfxX/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765638071858018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAv1jEdKXjVwtO3wWPsfplYhsXQ0O8gun_VNrBhEsOgyHdqCyW6zvJ3IOyFctHCZXaDWf4pxNCOc9xAbOuUuz5619bhPRIVed0jrx9oEpS6IVfxJpMskaUB_x70HGPJmev3k_r1j4wfxX/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+014.JPG" border="0" /></a> Vistas desde el barco<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OON95yUQ5WR0WUwCD80ghC8jsjXQbZH6oVuADhqiJN4IgVKrtpofqc7-deLr1kLhyXtY0JeQkktMFlkieJ1gdhPZZOzKBZbdA46E5S00a9njbBGdFNd6ZREekZSBC5tv0XBnwNIviTkK/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765219231811954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OON95yUQ5WR0WUwCD80ghC8jsjXQbZH6oVuADhqiJN4IgVKrtpofqc7-deLr1kLhyXtY0JeQkktMFlkieJ1gdhPZZOzKBZbdA46E5S00a9njbBGdFNd6ZREekZSBC5tv0XBnwNIviTkK/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chicos en Periyar Park<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lFWfq9nh80eYbd9sN7dm11Z1jMI-92cv21CJWMP06ab6uL73yGzLKv91gJSV3s9jKVdeMVKk2qMonUnF3ogZ5B9v4rGVUTSFqp73Zn7uMuTVyEwOx-aLMLsQVl6GGqEOHcLYdlMHScd8/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764732035972002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lFWfq9nh80eYbd9sN7dm11Z1jMI-92cv21CJWMP06ab6uL73yGzLKv91gJSV3s9jKVdeMVKk2qMonUnF3ogZ5B9v4rGVUTSFqp73Zn7uMuTVyEwOx-aLMLsQVl6GGqEOHcLYdlMHScd8/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sonrisa ganadora<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3P65JMdwft4S-WjH2z3EWuuKTKYQpqa1BefOFA533pljq4D9-5R-1RVUtZwOd__IiwFhqMmhCBOGL7-F5KJOHcz0r0fJvSD_qz7xyHS2qxBEBx67SJP2oug465vz1-2yOSh7GcJmED-6/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764012894692050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3P65JMdwft4S-WjH2z3EWuuKTKYQpqa1BefOFA533pljq4D9-5R-1RVUtZwOd__IiwFhqMmhCBOGL7-F5KJOHcz0r0fJvSD_qz7xyHS2qxBEBx67SJP2oug465vz1-2yOSh7GcJmED-6/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+023.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mas retratos</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764396173690130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZIWKg6w8k89csPbXHlT9-VG16vd_roayQ4ApUGAQ8fD27hnGdxPtrDroqYQvg_IH9mk713bXk5XPYr57wSoQL3vIzeIZ77cxt_0sm4ij47obaLCxyS-tgqJFtl852hRVG3vdyxJPbrNc/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+027.JPG" border="0" /> Todos juntos</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxH6vOV2RxDjt2p2D1SE8dCGTEUwCT3Kwt25OMijcDBv0D2eWhGJDrW-11mLghBoT1FkJXhrpUMqZP_MH5OlW39nJAuQQ6qcSznuE2ZPhOTly26eO_3VVxAps72l06LrJlSQ3S2c8MQswX/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763470170976562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxH6vOV2RxDjt2p2D1SE8dCGTEUwCT3Kwt25OMijcDBv0D2eWhGJDrW-11mLghBoT1FkJXhrpUMqZP_MH5OlW39nJAuQQ6qcSznuE2ZPhOTly26eO_3VVxAps72l06LrJlSQ3S2c8MQswX/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+031.JPG" border="0" /></a> Brad organizando un picadito...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg63m2WYMkdIbWvIYgtVvvPR1pECi7oUOfh-m4nbPETbjHE1MtaGlE6J0bnv-Tr6tPOzwrQktXD7pYSKpVviJQMCUJJ0GkeiAm6UmQRaVFXPheMg-pdcvImfuPt-cA-9AhXJxupM7Z_U5Z/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763111110454642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg63m2WYMkdIbWvIYgtVvvPR1pECi7oUOfh-m4nbPETbjHE1MtaGlE6J0bnv-Tr6tPOzwrQktXD7pYSKpVviJQMCUJJ0GkeiAm6UmQRaVFXPheMg-pdcvImfuPt-cA-9AhXJxupM7Z_U5Z/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+037.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chinese fishing nets, los pescadores caminando para ponerlas en marcha<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IwzrAEHRq37L44n1tzq1NGC6HFjHYR5Ee0lQuqyrWaWlz-e-qcFijC8kLZpNl5axeyYZLXVXoTKQtt1L1oRWo8WjV-D3zWLBWjLygZFZe3iP35LL45VgRSBNcRYz4Dw5gKo9FCn-BgPI/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762712557460130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IwzrAEHRq37L44n1tzq1NGC6HFjHYR5Ee0lQuqyrWaWlz-e-qcFijC8kLZpNl5axeyYZLXVXoTKQtt1L1oRWo8WjV-D3zWLBWjLygZFZe3iP35LL45VgRSBNcRYz4Dw5gKo9FCn-BgPI/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+039.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tanques grandes, Kochi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDYTNVTMZYp06BgFCkY7kUwF5fLwKOD3L5AEy93PEB46uIXzKN4_QTWefy-PZmctyXU-dLsRnlqnXZEIOldN6wAmeJqD0kpxfeolSFj-jPFmign2i4RVo4RfUnG0WGH9Sd2aJ5U61db19/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762366598185058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDYTNVTMZYp06BgFCkY7kUwF5fLwKOD3L5AEy93PEB46uIXzKN4_QTWefy-PZmctyXU-dLsRnlqnXZEIOldN6wAmeJqD0kpxfeolSFj-jPFmign2i4RVo4RfUnG0WGH9Sd2aJ5U61db19/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+035.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chinese Fishing Nets<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WHf1l0mHwRcn-3Sdq_8wrTc0VFMNS82Il_mX9SXmKR8dbZwc2uZvBx-jtXfoHBqT834DJMJYx3o8BZ6sw8QGqMaw30R1HL6BsDZMRtkep3AvnuPSZGqrYRUvwv0s_F1DxMvDvQ5_BJ95/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260761944199360818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WHf1l0mHwRcn-3Sdq_8wrTc0VFMNS82Il_mX9SXmKR8dbZwc2uZvBx-jtXfoHBqT834DJMJYx3o8BZ6sw8QGqMaw30R1HL6BsDZMRtkep3AvnuPSZGqrYRUvwv0s_F1DxMvDvQ5_BJ95/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+041.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chinese fishing nets, cada vez menos, pero todavia se usan. Kochi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUrPG92S7safBF-PUXhMDPCXqe24qVVCpabxER-Y_-7iDaKEGdfQvrtshAgRmuNS7xbsoLvO0-S6KmJ8aXLDsVXcJEy12YBLM000ay7yYEiBQKu1r81odBU_mADzWgUTO96woe6X53IZB/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260761575385256162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUrPG92S7safBF-PUXhMDPCXqe24qVVCpabxER-Y_-7iDaKEGdfQvrtshAgRmuNS7xbsoLvO0-S6KmJ8aXLDsVXcJEy12YBLM000ay7yYEiBQKu1r81odBU_mADzWgUTO96woe6X53IZB/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+045.JPG" border="0" /></a> Comprando pescado en el mercado de Kochi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdM7p89tBq8COn0n26ikWHB2o7kHcFfYpUFBit4xe1ML-qQm4jQL7Qv7W4Btl_XkZBgTKf215wsTEnbbkynNKLtPAme8dgcIc1f7qAj3lynWkxMEc_WYC4JWC1V7Lt3UNfpn6VLHDEkz_/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260761195279232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdM7p89tBq8COn0n26ikWHB2o7kHcFfYpUFBit4xe1ML-qQm4jQL7Qv7W4Btl_XkZBgTKf215wsTEnbbkynNKLtPAme8dgcIc1f7qAj3lynWkxMEc_WYC4JWC1V7Lt3UNfpn6VLHDEkz_/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+049.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nuestro chef personal, despues de comprar el pescado fresco en el mercado se lo llevabamos para que lo cocinara...UN EXITO!!!! Kochi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQyRmBiZUnXX31Ng3uioM28zUJXTLFjxrMsvAxgnW5pEs9BJh1qeE61vjnX52vWfo4aYHeo9fwzjgnv_6b4dyGKWT8TOTcq8jpLpUgCmWyRKJHlANJC7x4gN3jCkA5THU903hNKKDRct9/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760828912434770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQyRmBiZUnXX31Ng3uioM28zUJXTLFjxrMsvAxgnW5pEs9BJh1qeE61vjnX52vWfo4aYHeo9fwzjgnv_6b4dyGKWT8TOTcq8jpLpUgCmWyRKJHlANJC7x4gN3jCkA5THU903hNKKDRct9/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+055.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kathakali es una forma de teatro y musica tradicional de Kerala en el sur de la India que requiere un maquillaje muy intrincado que transforma por completo.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomTuJarqVB_hP8Exa5ODznkyH3u2ju9eJpLGZfzBW_XGRz1fxRcmrb1EdTrDn0LQP6-jcRmYQH9MEicJBSXCwDgV5Ly5llcB8WTJJWa_7Aja12yVsSHuT3hyphenhyphenucVuIxCU1u0_nTcZEapvV/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760422134867218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomTuJarqVB_hP8Exa5ODznkyH3u2ju9eJpLGZfzBW_XGRz1fxRcmrb1EdTrDn0LQP6-jcRmYQH9MEicJBSXCwDgV5Ly5llcB8WTJJWa_7Aja12yVsSHuT3hyphenhyphenucVuIxCU1u0_nTcZEapvV/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kathakali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFx164_M4VZQzwVOaEHjE__gUH5pK4tQKcSMBRZ5wdeneDum0vZJ5ttB7Mt2oMfTIRWIdYSkRObolpUMp-rE54YXXKQzPQgOWW5FaNV-r5e8CT4Qi4fIx7LWk5RZmUSh3YQ483SIt6jyWN/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760089088826706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFx164_M4VZQzwVOaEHjE__gUH5pK4tQKcSMBRZ5wdeneDum0vZJ5ttB7Mt2oMfTIRWIdYSkRObolpUMp-rE54YXXKQzPQgOWW5FaNV-r5e8CT4Qi4fIx7LWk5RZmUSh3YQ483SIt6jyWN/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+070.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kathakali, musica y teatro original de Kerala. Kochi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYqyNwsEZcD0WyPmCkb1_y5w1R4pNcFvU7nBK6oq-emmr7pt7IJS7E0nP9aGrGQmmVjXHzEWqeCU6nSJOZQ5NSqwoIeeBc8tQ9jYlQf3jlB1fuZ-6aQWfhZT6UBQq6brtp-E7F9Wjgymn/s1600-h/kumily,kochi+y+goa+073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758296251138658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYqyNwsEZcD0WyPmCkb1_y5w1R4pNcFvU7nBK6oq-emmr7pt7IJS7E0nP9aGrGQmmVjXHzEWqeCU6nSJOZQ5NSqwoIeeBc8tQ9jYlQf3jlB1fuZ-6aQWfhZT6UBQq6brtp-E7F9Wjgymn/s320/kumily,kochi+y+goa+073.JPG" border="0" /></a> Basilica Santa Cruz in Kochi, ejemplo de las "disco church"</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-6145478204731377782008-10-12T06:05:00.000-07:002008-10-12T06:53:32.092-07:00Kolkata, Chennai y Madurai<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0P2iAqaQaRdXTfjnyGt6huRJEsGlZFy2cLADoW-34rQ2_1VoOc6NDBJtryWnG9FTEQeqAo-erJJ1q3vFuITRaJZOpoTYaUEa1DaT4eIXGofQSsa-Zol9U9hnwrL2youi3Ls3nJMdAdfO/s1600-h/Martina+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256263472452286434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0P2iAqaQaRdXTfjnyGt6huRJEsGlZFy2cLADoW-34rQ2_1VoOc6NDBJtryWnG9FTEQeqAo-erJJ1q3vFuITRaJZOpoTYaUEa1DaT4eIXGofQSsa-Zol9U9hnwrL2youi3Ls3nJMdAdfO/s320/Martina+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Los trenes en India son una locura, se viaja super bien en Sleeper class, pero es increible ver como se pasan de tren a tren por entre las vias, las cruzan cuando viene un tren de frente como si nada...una locura!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE9wmLnHnnUmCv_st_2LP_rUXt2dLc2vyW6QQtEm5F3PH7rIbL36ig2dcChjeFN0UubAQkS_fEiOyqfkVzDtgYm4pv3NzKLdoB9G5mHRZCMiyccRTyOpXrf_KTmlzr6e_rxxxsKT9OqCK/s1600-h/Martina+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256263069469695650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE9wmLnHnnUmCv_st_2LP_rUXt2dLc2vyW6QQtEm5F3PH7rIbL36ig2dcChjeFN0UubAQkS_fEiOyqfkVzDtgYm4pv3NzKLdoB9G5mHRZCMiyccRTyOpXrf_KTmlzr6e_rxxxsKT9OqCK/s320/Martina+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Victoria Memorial Kolkata<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ_FKulxqyf9wXLlFIZ1glf-PquEmCOTahqqZvywrntwjasd28a0keCUHp6pjgCfD04w5_jXN1d9_w7PeFPt_yyUoyiRbbl7HSmgS0v8lRcmqN6prz_BIhSmsKjsp1k5qumpMgh_C9r08/s1600-h/Martina+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256262567412242850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ_FKulxqyf9wXLlFIZ1glf-PquEmCOTahqqZvywrntwjasd28a0keCUHp6pjgCfD04w5_jXN1d9_w7PeFPt_yyUoyiRbbl7HSmgS0v8lRcmqN6prz_BIhSmsKjsp1k5qumpMgh_C9r08/s320/Martina+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Victoria Memorial en Kolkata<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7zD_n36kPlhpXBTG8mIHoihyUWshxM3sK8GbSM1S4YQWRKt3fotxVJnx9AANZFveAuqvKvQ1l5Q1jo11jaWNewKs2ESezkHm6HCuGw7lvImJXEQRU-feEYsxCf4OMx-8535manmMhmJA/s1600-h/Martina+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256262022743642114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7zD_n36kPlhpXBTG8mIHoihyUWshxM3sK8GbSM1S4YQWRKt3fotxVJnx9AANZFveAuqvKvQ1l5Q1jo11jaWNewKs2ESezkHm6HCuGw7lvImJXEQRU-feEYsxCf4OMx-8535manmMhmJA/s320/Martina+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rickshaws a fuerza de hombre<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IBv6D1N9Sc4BVrIyQLQrn1zhIeZAGjOZwPoq8izsKotyLP90A50IckzOhbLeQ6uZ8ArulgZRvD6EVlh4bHa6q-SSZrD7qXtYgvcNGmAiNSEb2tHCm-lJNHG46KqxPjj7d7BioNcJJz3p/s1600-h/Martina+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256261567065788354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IBv6D1N9Sc4BVrIyQLQrn1zhIeZAGjOZwPoq8izsKotyLP90A50IckzOhbLeQ6uZ8ArulgZRvD6EVlh4bHa6q-SSZrD7qXtYgvcNGmAiNSEb2tHCm-lJNHG46KqxPjj7d7BioNcJJz3p/s320/Martina+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vendiendo brazaletes en Kolkata, de todos los colores posibles...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYReCebkl29-WRu6LhJUysrRcVCHeJ7H5tdfcU9kuaTMkN1cvI6D456AbE96sHoPnVH81SiWsjWZXXYKOd6N5yTzqMqDsjPHQ5VLCpr28OCf_ZfY_fksT9tChewYW1IYaKgwinENaD183v/s1600-h/Martina+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256260935488053458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYReCebkl29-WRu6LhJUysrRcVCHeJ7H5tdfcU9kuaTMkN1cvI6D456AbE96sHoPnVH81SiWsjWZXXYKOd6N5yTzqMqDsjPHQ5VLCpr28OCf_ZfY_fksT9tChewYW1IYaKgwinENaD183v/s320/Martina+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Imagenes de Kolkata<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrWL-M3sziedGuxVK8jMNhz-jEcuwm-7gEaAAJBlGpD7N7X8IIBrqQAQ5vkJM5oZ3vN7obO-L1CKLT3c4jFh_8XY1bmfl0VNJhl0d9gTingBJ3qXjZYicPeEfvpF7Uto3ExkwM1rf1_Mm/s1600-h/Martina+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256260340791713122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrWL-M3sziedGuxVK8jMNhz-jEcuwm-7gEaAAJBlGpD7N7X8IIBrqQAQ5vkJM5oZ3vN7obO-L1CKLT3c4jFh_8XY1bmfl0VNJhl0d9gTingBJ3qXjZYicPeEfvpF7Uto3ExkwM1rf1_Mm/s320/Martina+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Taxis, taxis y mas taxis!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH36n8GqxXS_5d7er-yDhgrFIJwUYksbNX6NIrc-WVAPdCEH1Z5oZhonBLFL9K8UiGvPtjuLc4BML_AX57KCxy4sCDfVqJjNnfZuoET0ljF0d_U4yyDIVLK0UF9057ar2_G3yc1extnqEQ/s1600-h/Martina+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256259879286813826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH36n8GqxXS_5d7er-yDhgrFIJwUYksbNX6NIrc-WVAPdCEH1Z5oZhonBLFL9K8UiGvPtjuLc4BML_AX57KCxy4sCDfVqJjNnfZuoET0ljF0d_U4yyDIVLK0UF9057ar2_G3yc1extnqEQ/s320/Martina+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Taxis en la estacion de Tren de Kolkata<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSNZHRI9a0TLK4zvuRi7LqA-I0hJ2t5uuR0hDEvKfFgSUYybFxVF8wxk7Vrpr5mbsYzscyWKpGuh1-ewqCUdpC-X_2E5BSe7Sya25i2rT7QRZMwBMkMXtZ_yhNLA3FuVQqVoxsBYRWijo/s1600-h/Martina+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256259417961272514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSNZHRI9a0TLK4zvuRi7LqA-I0hJ2t5uuR0hDEvKfFgSUYybFxVF8wxk7Vrpr5mbsYzscyWKpGuh1-ewqCUdpC-X_2E5BSe7Sya25i2rT7QRZMwBMkMXtZ_yhNLA3FuVQqVoxsBYRWijo/s320/Martina+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Coquetas<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk1Q2Z48yXoXcVIMjzGvSodQTHFKQklUjzWdjOe7rQEpyCfFaofOr5EeBPs2FVit2xVrHJAX1XOZGf8OyjG0gljAw4LaMsTF4FwDQBh3r9iZmXv_-9vhROx_yzx4H_8jxc_eO7fFvh8gN/s1600-h/Martina+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256259005785579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk1Q2Z48yXoXcVIMjzGvSodQTHFKQklUjzWdjOe7rQEpyCfFaofOr5EeBPs2FVit2xVrHJAX1XOZGf8OyjG0gljAw4LaMsTF4FwDQBh3r9iZmXv_-9vhROx_yzx4H_8jxc_eO7fFvh8gN/s320/Martina+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mujeres tejiendo flores que despues se cortan de distintos largos y lo usan para decorar el pelo<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDdaMMc_JU3Zbqa0xdwR91MRHMexv6-FK2d3e73MoU0gw3m7q6Um5EUMsTrcnEfuQ-L_J4cyPpQli4me9aoYbqT0KIzuP_dU00ne82YQN3k8UkIqPQu_wkinydfSzR_3UEkyCFMmtjsj_/s1600-h/Martina+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256258453662417906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDdaMMc_JU3Zbqa0xdwR91MRHMexv6-FK2d3e73MoU0gw3m7q6Um5EUMsTrcnEfuQ-L_J4cyPpQli4me9aoYbqT0KIzuP_dU00ne82YQN3k8UkIqPQu_wkinydfSzR_3UEkyCFMmtjsj_/s320/Martina+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Caminando por la ciudad.... al lado de la autopista los chicos que viven en la "villa", no pedian ni chocolates ni monedas, solo se querian ver en la foto.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpVHsYO6cHdT3-ZtljT0jQyP0kp9y325KJCv7iBNu1mRwdf_YqELOVjiDXivUlcKTkID4bbVwucEcDUhsY-tbyZ6AcB6_udjYigvunf7W8unx6SpvGtxuk69rZ3tHuMJ63wlv5LNHRe08/s1600-h/Martina+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256258012537789058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpVHsYO6cHdT3-ZtljT0jQyP0kp9y325KJCv7iBNu1mRwdf_YqELOVjiDXivUlcKTkID4bbVwucEcDUhsY-tbyZ6AcB6_udjYigvunf7W8unx6SpvGtxuk69rZ3tHuMJ63wlv5LNHRe08/s320/Martina+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> En Chennai las mujeres en el mar timidamente se metian con sus saris.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDAIU2Mf2eNIw6Xz_EEMhJXIeZYKT0r7o0uk9DNRuqFzX5ydx5mDPk4eFVX5MhUoTQypY6Bkz37wAzJNS-xeKPnJcYAzxHEFFoDnB5wevmnK79dFdHYAaupOiZ58ToHA0LgwcrUlwpzD9/s1600-h/Martina+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256257358855813554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDAIU2Mf2eNIw6Xz_EEMhJXIeZYKT0r7o0uk9DNRuqFzX5ydx5mDPk4eFVX5MhUoTQypY6Bkz37wAzJNS-xeKPnJcYAzxHEFFoDnB5wevmnK79dFdHYAaupOiZ58ToHA0LgwcrUlwpzD9/s320/Martina+013.jpg" border="0" /></a>Elefante adentro del Templo en Madurai, la gente le ponia monedas en la trompa y a cambio recibia una bendicion....las monedas se las quedaba el guarda.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsEuiyRP_m6cSQ7J16-DcApbQX1-xyjGT_63gDN_f8B0OCByXDAd_-ucPY7RnRgmSJPuhDdX0MVrzOWUhcqXxAFTOtzehj3hPBP3_QmZGa6V7yjQdXlKajT1cn9FuHFmJ0JcsZaH4HR1yo/s1600-h/Martina+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256255806600933778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsEuiyRP_m6cSQ7J16-DcApbQX1-xyjGT_63gDN_f8B0OCByXDAd_-ucPY7RnRgmSJPuhDdX0MVrzOWUhcqXxAFTOtzehj3hPBP3_QmZGa6V7yjQdXlKajT1cn9FuHFmJ0JcsZaH4HR1yo/s320/Martina+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cupula del Templo en Madurai, arquitectura Dravidiana...bien cargadito....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XCRu6nKuMisLi1wcn99vadqXELu8SKDrzmgvKCWE2UvUrfJHAIJtDD0_mkiw7fPr9AJI1tsQGkpXpFeuO1APrAi_EAkGnKDj2aIM9UAolm8lCRWJUN99W1S2kkRR17tgGPc3dt7ETK74/s1600-h/Martina+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256255221697871458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XCRu6nKuMisLi1wcn99vadqXELu8SKDrzmgvKCWE2UvUrfJHAIJtDD0_mkiw7fPr9AJI1tsQGkpXpFeuO1APrAi_EAkGnKDj2aIM9UAolm8lCRWJUN99W1S2kkRR17tgGPc3dt7ETK74/s320/Martina+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Templo, Madurai<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9mOer_6DUxNBoCtUJdX_cVbqrLnYGmHLMew7rdKAlffh6Kb7IybIpDsJhZNJ0E2QXUd5BSnplsvloskXLJfZW5vC_G7nGhEpdos3SlDydV52SZgpMjb80G2eJI3oMgpIPcAsoMjqkVd2/s1600-h/Martina+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256254767731789122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9mOer_6DUxNBoCtUJdX_cVbqrLnYGmHLMew7rdKAlffh6Kb7IybIpDsJhZNJ0E2QXUd5BSnplsvloskXLJfZW5vC_G7nGhEpdos3SlDydV52SZgpMjb80G2eJI3oMgpIPcAsoMjqkVd2/s320/Martina+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> Con las mujeres del Templo en Madurai<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6hjA5nPq5BuXPozgo71mS0xob6i9GRLdhDunfo-C42JSNCgCVL_8uuqjQtrfxcxqi0DdZoeSZxC-UAuY2bbY2sBm9ypQnTyoh1aqiKmwmYPC-GV5-PoTH99hQMck2vVEvFFmhp3875sZ/s1600-h/Martina+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256254163633262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6hjA5nPq5BuXPozgo71mS0xob6i9GRLdhDunfo-C42JSNCgCVL_8uuqjQtrfxcxqi0DdZoeSZxC-UAuY2bbY2sBm9ypQnTyoh1aqiKmwmYPC-GV5-PoTH99hQMck2vVEvFFmhp3875sZ/s320/Martina+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> Templo en Madurai<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLW0zySAT84UsUf9BlWgihK6GTKRLnUwkAyeQs2LHZjvKUYzzHmPWvpfTwYxHuA0alAOng41LMh1XedJ2TVQUAJZoTu24245rlEDOz0oVosp7bsriLNQW9RnuE9xVRb7l8xdPH1Hi3tL_/s1600-h/Martina+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256253591174688642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLW0zySAT84UsUf9BlWgihK6GTKRLnUwkAyeQs2LHZjvKUYzzHmPWvpfTwYxHuA0alAOng41LMh1XedJ2TVQUAJZoTu24245rlEDOz0oVosp7bsriLNQW9RnuE9xVRb7l8xdPH1Hi3tL_/s320/Martina+019.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mujer vendiendo pelo en una estacion de bus... </div><div> </div><div>Hola!<br /><div>Volver a la India despues de la paz de Nepal creimos que iba a ser un shock aun mayor que el que tuvimos al llegar de UK. Muy por el contrario, nos encontramos recorriendo terreno desconocido. Desde Kolkata y hacia el sur pareciamos estar en un pais distinto. Con un ritmo de vida un poco mas tranquilo, sin escupir tanto paan en las calles (el tabaco que consumen todos los hombres por esta latitudes). Tuvimos discusiones politicas en esquinas esperando cruzar la calle, en calles que por primera vez tenian semaforos! Cuanto mas al sur nos encontrabamos mas aumentaba nuestra sorpresa. Asi recorrimos Kolkata, Chennai, donde por primera vez en el viaje vimos el mar ( y a las mujeres baniandose en el con sari!) y por ultimo Madurai donde visitamos uno de sus templos mas sagrados y nos deleitamos con la Arquitectura Dravidiana, con muchos colores y sin deficit de imagenes eroticas! y ni hablar del Templo en si, con luces de colores y fuegos artificiales y hasta un Ganesh in the flesh dentro del templo! Y esto era solo el principio de lo que el sur nos tenia preparado.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-11569032256928420692008-10-06T04:19:00.001-07:002008-10-06T07:21:10.547-07:00Mas fotos de NepalAca van mas fotos de Nepal!!! Nuestra estadia en ese pequenio pais fue un oasis y nos dio un respiro de la locura que es la India. Recorrimos el valle de Kathmandu a pie en toda su extension, pasando por pueblos super chiquitos donde en todos sin excepcion fuimos recibidos con sonrisas. Ademas de la arquitectura de sus ciudades, que parecen salidas de un cuento que se quedo en la historia, ademas de los monasterios y stupas budistas que lo llenan a uno de paz, Nepal se lleva el premio por su gente, por su sincera amabilidad y ganas de ayudar, porque nos dejan entrar en sus vidas y ver como viven, porque nos llenaron de sonrisas en el mes que tuvimos la suerte de compartir con ellos. Nepal sera hasta la proxima!!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTophOsoq8gN7RsoK0GeACvSDtPrT_34r6fXnwOz0_erMXa3B-J723dosOYZefiM7SBxZR179K46263jGA-a49ZXR-58d6ahOiXM6R3UC3HXZzt1P5coPXDBk2_AwFtWqOYX9lKbRLY8U/s1600-h/martina+fotos+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254043931049284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTophOsoq8gN7RsoK0GeACvSDtPrT_34r6fXnwOz0_erMXa3B-J723dosOYZefiM7SBxZR179K46263jGA-a49ZXR-58d6ahOiXM6R3UC3HXZzt1P5coPXDBk2_AwFtWqOYX9lKbRLY8U/s320/martina+fotos+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Descansando en el portal de su casa, Kathmandu, Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAV42eEpEXWZoMVN1Y50NNTe7PFO0ucCxh7th3UFCS44M1irPXM0N2DP_72TXaVSLPhDIwtSivk4UcbqgUSq_A54XZFz1AsvXyVJQ5XNKkumoANbv2HhOhmN9t4XqqgKyLehoUpbaNi1Da/s1600-h/martina+fotos+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254043528792017954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAV42eEpEXWZoMVN1Y50NNTe7PFO0ucCxh7th3UFCS44M1irPXM0N2DP_72TXaVSLPhDIwtSivk4UcbqgUSq_A54XZFz1AsvXyVJQ5XNKkumoANbv2HhOhmN9t4XqqgKyLehoUpbaNi1Da/s320/martina+fotos+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mujeres tejiendo<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9ruSrV9Ci0Gp5xUEgsRwTpazgjWInIckaiBYY9RmNr_AdREpP6xO97N4YaFEMDXGRMej5_m1Awjtq3Jkig1vqYC8KJPS_OSaxlHz0dCQJ2cGZ9foJlyFU_TDIcznn2RjwyHLOZKz012j/s1600-h/martina+fotos+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254043110660385922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9ruSrV9Ci0Gp5xUEgsRwTpazgjWInIckaiBYY9RmNr_AdREpP6xO97N4YaFEMDXGRMej5_m1Awjtq3Jkig1vqYC8KJPS_OSaxlHz0dCQJ2cGZ9foJlyFU_TDIcznn2RjwyHLOZKz012j/s320/martina+fotos+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bakthapur, Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9XGJtFRJuNKyUH0McVcmB6m5CdsUk019ORV4jrZZKX1EKIk7f6JhmJIfGGjR_5Y5phZgjVVG-LBOW6-bvEAm-suotpiRBrLOtB-MRkJThhSllc5NJEIQhYPKYahVb4XTo5XQukh5GeF0/s1600-h/martina+fotos+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254042486881947410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9XGJtFRJuNKyUH0McVcmB6m5CdsUk019ORV4jrZZKX1EKIk7f6JhmJIfGGjR_5Y5phZgjVVG-LBOW6-bvEAm-suotpiRBrLOtB-MRkJThhSllc5NJEIQhYPKYahVb4XTo5XQukh5GeF0/s320/martina+fotos+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bakthapur<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABQESkFrpb_UoJw093bmAFnnnFcdDryLgAUTchHH8UBRTuu_wxm7XHSaMI5Sr6Jq3lWSR-Af_gb4x_qUVqMPOcUTSDIwbghYsoXwgsySZBmxxRaas7t9RpYerc4r0e6IBTcW7tuegTaUE/s1600-h/martina+fotos+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254041790068793954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABQESkFrpb_UoJw093bmAFnnnFcdDryLgAUTchHH8UBRTuu_wxm7XHSaMI5Sr6Jq3lWSR-Af_gb4x_qUVqMPOcUTSDIwbghYsoXwgsySZBmxxRaas7t9RpYerc4r0e6IBTcW7tuegTaUE/s320/martina+fotos+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Escena de la vida cotidiana en Bakthapur<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknDCNh_MTdlKvdTlY8Jwxvx0dJQFjf8xvk8y0H737L9wWrnu7dGN3Ds-OP55ELPmqJ0xvc26a8VWOHxMidbHE7b79fASSRX6Fjl2OIg_G009N-3QOrQhh82BhPCocq_4lzZfYzr8RHCve/s1600-h/martina+fotos+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254041125622726818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknDCNh_MTdlKvdTlY8Jwxvx0dJQFjf8xvk8y0H737L9wWrnu7dGN3Ds-OP55ELPmqJ0xvc26a8VWOHxMidbHE7b79fASSRX6Fjl2OIg_G009N-3QOrQhh82BhPCocq_4lzZfYzr8RHCve/s320/martina+fotos+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mujeres trabajando, secando maiz y chiles<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj0i60BgWgdJgKnHPRT9FTq124hLx_4Nt22tJt4QWkZjkWysoN73ECQ-kibJdcmobX64OA5w5QH1dxd6sE1RagC_ufovmaA9qnPBoDaXN0SHsOIJtR255WJD6uuPCPyxpV_rTREIgH22m/s1600-h/martina+fotos+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254040124160941970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaj0i60BgWgdJgKnHPRT9FTq124hLx_4Nt22tJt4QWkZjkWysoN73ECQ-kibJdcmobX64OA5w5QH1dxd6sE1RagC_ufovmaA9qnPBoDaXN0SHsOIJtR255WJD6uuPCPyxpV_rTREIgH22m/s320/martina+fotos+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> De fondo el templo mas alto de Nepal en Bakthapur<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCEQ1w8LjRXiJj98S0ZbUT8CMDmw9Uop5HGgESHAPWHFImuMSl77N9d-8O6ls6fZhXgB1vfVV5xn94BoS8cHQYV60pwLPXTskY87zeeSuHCRbGaz6gyxhSI7m7gGHaKa891A8iLrJnC0H/s1600-h/martina+fotos+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254039526455838098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCEQ1w8LjRXiJj98S0ZbUT8CMDmw9Uop5HGgESHAPWHFImuMSl77N9d-8O6ls6fZhXgB1vfVV5xn94BoS8cHQYV60pwLPXTskY87zeeSuHCRbGaz6gyxhSI7m7gGHaKa891A8iLrJnC0H/s320/martina+fotos+008.jpg" border="0" /></a>Brad y su pandilla<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaGRgBtgHggO0fzp4MM1qozJ87-uDxffvAWpoX-O9JJ5EmqWclgwiUob7Qq7AfIa2m1e089G2IpzFtVDsURECI5bLvmsBU14W3KkgmAJnjCwyKhGroVIHsIoswyGT3X5vzOVPi7Lw0I482/s1600-h/martina+fotos+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254038901473541074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaGRgBtgHggO0fzp4MM1qozJ87-uDxffvAWpoX-O9JJ5EmqWclgwiUob7Qq7AfIa2m1e089G2IpzFtVDsURECI5bLvmsBU14W3KkgmAJnjCwyKhGroVIHsIoswyGT3X5vzOVPi7Lw0I482/s320/martina+fotos+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bakthapur<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcbZgD44wum0BJ5HWvCEDDoGEfJx6HqhUZLfoPAZ8O_mxFwobbIoYpcJjzkgNX374R2W1bPZ2krk_XeWz4-c9ycW7js_p3r0ZLqYbodt4Rmokt66Zw7NTWpKbrPDmJOHntOSrwvyh1mCs/s1600-h/martina+fotos+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254038251903831170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcbZgD44wum0BJ5HWvCEDDoGEfJx6HqhUZLfoPAZ8O_mxFwobbIoYpcJjzkgNX374R2W1bPZ2krk_XeWz4-c9ycW7js_p3r0ZLqYbodt4Rmokt66Zw7NTWpKbrPDmJOHntOSrwvyh1mCs/s320/martina+fotos+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Durbar Square Bakthapur, Taleju Bell<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5z62bs2qmVAfbEWi5uMwlK9A2EnJ2NWICBL4ybU2iqwsYy3mrsgIeBmskHtY9ZMe7PJ3-1NjrosCRgPNh42LSvJ0Iq1ZUN1YKtIABQJ9IfdMetwlNOC_ZzfcjQ6baLxAc3_DQ9PCxdtX4/s1600-h/martina+fotos+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254037692439433170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5z62bs2qmVAfbEWi5uMwlK9A2EnJ2NWICBL4ybU2iqwsYy3mrsgIeBmskHtY9ZMe7PJ3-1NjrosCRgPNh42LSvJ0Iq1ZUN1YKtIABQJ9IfdMetwlNOC_ZzfcjQ6baLxAc3_DQ9PCxdtX4/s320/martina+fotos+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> En Changu Narayan con Motilal nuestro amigo y guia que nos enseniaba acerca del templo mientras nosotros lo ayudabamos con el ingles.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYPb4hujYhHMm_bpoFgPCp4lVDIOhOvwCTBE48LBul5EBBzpFx6PHGsXttBkaKaHkE55y7ISf9J5d8Tbnfk_q5xWNCkPxSnRErXulV8CFLzgr5_YwBLZi6k5mHNtEeC-T8an6Jx_fY-Dk/s1600-h/martina+fotos+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036942521707266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYPb4hujYhHMm_bpoFgPCp4lVDIOhOvwCTBE48LBul5EBBzpFx6PHGsXttBkaKaHkE55y7ISf9J5d8Tbnfk_q5xWNCkPxSnRErXulV8CFLzgr5_YwBLZi6k5mHNtEeC-T8an6Jx_fY-Dk/s320/martina+fotos+012.jpg" border="0" /></a>Caminando de regreso desde Changu Narayan, 6km<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtVStIbSyNAGn2SaFFAG0tAkK7Gp08ZdfoTZwiFRFfQMgiRnfzL8ppy8PojXJaSIc1qx6FU0Ucc97eUemZ4b5adJnZXiaFrFXSqAqPov4kUubVp2wOK3c7cw7xHrhjTqtsGzkqNFOkXCR/s1600-h/martina+fotos+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036368394647730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtVStIbSyNAGn2SaFFAG0tAkK7Gp08ZdfoTZwiFRFfQMgiRnfzL8ppy8PojXJaSIc1qx6FU0Ucc97eUemZ4b5adJnZXiaFrFXSqAqPov4kUubVp2wOK3c7cw7xHrhjTqtsGzkqNFOkXCR/s320/martina+fotos+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bakthapur Durbar Square.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOeMIQUrV_kZ5StLqVKv8Rg-_EzkpjWV6CBynKOjcbJeLNf7WU2YgciaVwZSoiALfVbz6vl-vGgjLuzpuAK3RX2eZCWdoI6FiY9wYYsfdI9veVJitOtJa9K7ylZQWH5Q6M892OV6IAYKF0/s1600-h/martina+fotos+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254035465783947906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOeMIQUrV_kZ5StLqVKv8Rg-_EzkpjWV6CBynKOjcbJeLNf7WU2YgciaVwZSoiALfVbz6vl-vGgjLuzpuAK3RX2eZCWdoI6FiY9wYYsfdI9veVJitOtJa9K7ylZQWH5Q6M892OV6IAYKF0/s320/martina+fotos+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Todos en Nepal y la india con los barriletes!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEfN7RCUVWdEASqGYbATrfT1iz1wsjFCcvd8RAcVWGK15XXA7LXH7Hc4-f-RYQO5WsJTDlsz6Bmjy660oGvxVndfMZPhVyANNz4rauoL-Z73LA51B27FGQLqbVhghtz_ABZGFO7j7Hl9a/s1600-h/martina+fotos+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254035054905878866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEfN7RCUVWdEASqGYbATrfT1iz1wsjFCcvd8RAcVWGK15XXA7LXH7Hc4-f-RYQO5WsJTDlsz6Bmjy660oGvxVndfMZPhVyANNz4rauoL-Z73LA51B27FGQLqbVhghtz_ABZGFO7j7Hl9a/s320/martina+fotos+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> En Bakthapur con Motilal nuestro amigo y guia<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMyyF-1eZ9zRWs9QsF_l8DskrF5eNNd8IJkG3xliLLPPEmjYrbj5NoEYxxDKMTHUFdl7i5ngNXv3Np0vZGH5nOP4_O9HFkg8YuIgpixnn697pn9qqLNwnsRxHkUN05Tk_DaXlmi4NB3mC/s1600-h/martina+fotos+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254034639285822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMyyF-1eZ9zRWs9QsF_l8DskrF5eNNd8IJkG3xliLLPPEmjYrbj5NoEYxxDKMTHUFdl7i5ngNXv3Np0vZGH5nOP4_O9HFkg8YuIgpixnn697pn9qqLNwnsRxHkUN05Tk_DaXlmi4NB3mC/s320/martina+fotos+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nuestra casita en Nagarkot, Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLThu0vCvwYTUF2ZBupmSCd6geW1pZJTSvVwo7Pe31N5oj9LaXg5MTZDbar3yBUed3eAgUrYgeAXIpI-RkvzGHxNkCNRYz_-O6-58NHqqkwbpscUsXDskJo___DXylCFVSYvGf5AAU3dO/s1600-h/martina+fotos+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254034087952395394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLThu0vCvwYTUF2ZBupmSCd6geW1pZJTSvVwo7Pe31N5oj9LaXg5MTZDbar3yBUed3eAgUrYgeAXIpI-RkvzGHxNkCNRYz_-O6-58NHqqkwbpscUsXDskJo___DXylCFVSYvGf5AAU3dO/s320/martina+fotos+020.jpg" border="0" /></a> Caminando de regreso de Nagarkot a Bodnath 25km<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzaDujQJEtLaS_vwe3aTotGEC6siP3go3ZaSGLHDnxTDbg_sIQf07XkZ3_K2B8E7ym2bzRfrg-bz8BMPyPcPXkkwE6fx8thJ7YLckx0jN5IA5qtFPhwTgMugkX_er_6EI_1-aju_LeWTw/s1600-h/martina+fotos+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254033276985476450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzaDujQJEtLaS_vwe3aTotGEC6siP3go3ZaSGLHDnxTDbg_sIQf07XkZ3_K2B8E7ym2bzRfrg-bz8BMPyPcPXkkwE6fx8thJ7YLckx0jN5IA5qtFPhwTgMugkX_er_6EI_1-aju_LeWTw/s320/martina+fotos+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> Playboy...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAa9_0TZ6UQl4Id2imr1PzQWLKhFBdgEeyrav-V_EoBu5OAjumxo-Nmq3qIsxUJAT9szh8arThGqYmace4Q_x-sXqqMpSvffkN1J_IllZmuCjRe34K_1TfHXYi59lwMfmeXC1qj9ESA0v/s1600-h/martina+fotos+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254032672387815234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAa9_0TZ6UQl4Id2imr1PzQWLKhFBdgEeyrav-V_EoBu5OAjumxo-Nmq3qIsxUJAT9szh8arThGqYmace4Q_x-sXqqMpSvffkN1J_IllZmuCjRe34K_1TfHXYi59lwMfmeXC1qj9ESA0v/s320/martina+fotos+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> Caminando por las areas rurales de Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_pswJuV7aJUuUPPqyKCcCxUVwhxX54Ih39LhN3U9F1ZakGB18EWfxWNUdXO3WuvR0E8md5VSW1noU4r5nrorZ9hY4IkAROYuO1IWaF4KS8RhG6fAX6enWOhXv0LpSPl3tusMTJv1MsC0/s1600-h/martina+fotos+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254031488575038194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_pswJuV7aJUuUPPqyKCcCxUVwhxX54Ih39LhN3U9F1ZakGB18EWfxWNUdXO3WuvR0E8md5VSW1noU4r5nrorZ9hY4IkAROYuO1IWaF4KS8RhG6fAX6enWOhXv0LpSPl3tusMTJv1MsC0/s320/martina+fotos+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> En Durbar Square, Kathmandu el dia del festival de Kumari, la diosa viviente que tiene 11 anios y sale solo un par de veces al anio del palacio....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsArrZARKUgPYSPsSQUKlXCbZ8MsuCjiWu4QhfyD1oyUncrMDy2gIicwXyCzBIUb0amLoLOmsCtH2RhYvCuPsGgnATibEcwa-SejYvnSCByVKKQZrwXB15YMynbu3thE6sZZRgns2KEI70/s1600-h/martina+fotos+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254030559104835298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsArrZARKUgPYSPsSQUKlXCbZ8MsuCjiWu4QhfyD1oyUncrMDy2gIicwXyCzBIUb0amLoLOmsCtH2RhYvCuPsGgnATibEcwa-SejYvnSCByVKKQZrwXB15YMynbu3thE6sZZRgns2KEI70/s320/martina+fotos+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> Stupa Bodnath.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomgix1fCSxyDpIlxGReqi3ZtipiQozcrb2nAsny2MtmnA27fn6jVWn-rYgLEebGoFHaq2JpHJA8gRZHyg9SHo9ILCP4gaVtTkBwmVxNYnbNKsDTQNmkwpJumoP2xQuotwqR6jcMqm9Iqw/s1600-h/martina+fotos+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254029958384931954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomgix1fCSxyDpIlxGReqi3ZtipiQozcrb2nAsny2MtmnA27fn6jVWn-rYgLEebGoFHaq2JpHJA8gRZHyg9SHo9ILCP4gaVtTkBwmVxNYnbNKsDTQNmkwpJumoP2xQuotwqR6jcMqm9Iqw/s320/martina+fotos+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> Monje budista en la stupa de bodnath con el monsoon a pleno...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MpClcMXJw_rc2JYyN5INhjdNP8IiMCx6vLvINx6bcR2F3DeOIbYPfNX8zSdHzo2mUZwfmQPHPr81UqnInEJEY3KFzK0-Wog0zLMZ2lejK_EkTQjgZjlka_ImJiJbBikK6P_cCDlOs9ak/s1600-h/martina+fotos+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254008185003396178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MpClcMXJw_rc2JYyN5INhjdNP8IiMCx6vLvINx6bcR2F3DeOIbYPfNX8zSdHzo2mUZwfmQPHPr81UqnInEJEY3KFzK0-Wog0zLMZ2lejK_EkTQjgZjlka_ImJiJbBikK6P_cCDlOs9ak/s320/martina+fotos+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> Stupa de Bodnath en Bouddha, Nepal. Increible.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqo23lXYJpy4AROgd5W7GNHExpGGIJ5IMr7nJY4IcZjjyGE-J_Fb6jimbRJstiSoUaNemLZK26mbuTaH5xX-jgkJnDwihLccr22BcwDDGMU2YUCsMp2CNGRiS6BZxvjf1YAZHu1lHFpW1/s1600-h/martina+fotos+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254007490256008306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqo23lXYJpy4AROgd5W7GNHExpGGIJ5IMr7nJY4IcZjjyGE-J_Fb6jimbRJstiSoUaNemLZK26mbuTaH5xX-jgkJnDwihLccr22BcwDDGMU2YUCsMp2CNGRiS6BZxvjf1YAZHu1lHFpW1/s320/martina+fotos+032.jpg" border="0" /></a>Seto Bhairab en Kathmandu, festival donde desde la cania que sale de la boca de la mascara salia cerveza, la costumbre dice que quien tome de esa cerveza tendra suerte por siempre....los borrachos que se peleaban a los empujones por tomarlo no parecian estar de acuerdo!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEnWxTuoSxSSe35u5ynK_lfThIQAWYOjQB6RjWzHcu4Cah0nA8nP2oxQt5I1kG6taQmJ3iAsbwhG2598RX-PZcuFALi6z0-JfT4WbZ7XWPXBXgZjccO0yWvJtwMvlKSebnENVQu1iJ1sZS/s1600-h/martina+fotos+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254006912963982594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEnWxTuoSxSSe35u5ynK_lfThIQAWYOjQB6RjWzHcu4Cah0nA8nP2oxQt5I1kG6taQmJ3iAsbwhG2598RX-PZcuFALi6z0-JfT4WbZ7XWPXBXgZjccO0yWvJtwMvlKSebnENVQu1iJ1sZS/s320/martina+fotos+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> Relax<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW55sbYgMlRgjzwO5aG72-RAA5RTu0oNrx2WEpLltkOsYl8zPNAKpHEjN-wTnPr1r2IyCeh9vU9MK9rECfsOWb9u9K8X21Ph1rU6KGwUKe2WqvsTof05CouLBPOHL8MbWJxdshMnYn3vgJ/s1600-h/martina+fotos+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254006266985422594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW55sbYgMlRgjzwO5aG72-RAA5RTu0oNrx2WEpLltkOsYl8zPNAKpHEjN-wTnPr1r2IyCeh9vU9MK9rECfsOWb9u9K8X21Ph1rU6KGwUKe2WqvsTof05CouLBPOHL8MbWJxdshMnYn3vgJ/s320/martina+fotos+034.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brad que tenia calor...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEunBxsWiEipUpaSqtB2X1agydCbr0RZ23X4RoFSQ4DF3G6Q8V88wSxp5_KWQpR2BqdABAwrK3mJVjoDBWuPx20ziHMU7_dGrApYvWumcAgGNmOkfqHkzSbVGeEsKTvgcb40JkFXsDVB5/s1600-h/martina+fotos+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254005549044697074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEunBxsWiEipUpaSqtB2X1agydCbr0RZ23X4RoFSQ4DF3G6Q8V88wSxp5_KWQpR2BqdABAwrK3mJVjoDBWuPx20ziHMU7_dGrApYvWumcAgGNmOkfqHkzSbVGeEsKTvgcb40JkFXsDVB5/s320/martina+fotos+035.jpg" border="0" /></a>Saltando atardecer en Lake Fewa<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID-5dSNGzbqqGcPoxyALYhTuE4vZFOmPLC8yyJVkDTlHjm2gBScgi_N3qL-nWkT7PWmSa9g9v23e3NhyEhdXZHUYTC1FYrmh4ICvnPUFfXwQAELJGx8phaCmi2llchU1FLzsFRCR5KLVS/s1600-h/martina+fotos+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254005126647896946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID-5dSNGzbqqGcPoxyALYhTuE4vZFOmPLC8yyJVkDTlHjm2gBScgi_N3qL-nWkT7PWmSa9g9v23e3NhyEhdXZHUYTC1FYrmh4ICvnPUFfXwQAELJGx8phaCmi2llchU1FLzsFRCR5KLVS/s320/martina+fotos+036.jpg" border="0" /></a> Manteniendo el equilibrio en el puent colgante...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-SSlvgcKdXqBSTMpDgEWAto_vWqId4t5xYqjVizy-sRreVT6mXoo98MJ2non0SLcjJP5IpFicaRz4dAv1id-XKNvNA_Ezh7V9HX6jTMAc3z4r8EUMNPPoEEOtdts3SQQZAWV0td4AVvk/s1600-h/martina+fotos+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254004566911280850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-SSlvgcKdXqBSTMpDgEWAto_vWqId4t5xYqjVizy-sRreVT6mXoo98MJ2non0SLcjJP5IpFicaRz4dAv1id-XKNvNA_Ezh7V9HX6jTMAc3z4r8EUMNPPoEEOtdts3SQQZAWV0td4AVvk/s320/martina+fotos+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> Puente colgante camino a la Pagoda...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6KM_wgPKP1avWAU8wZqIjJSfyCRT-K4HvJf141mkTt7b8BhSkwtrMaWyxXAvZvNwzIuPHOif2HZP7qwq1E-dCBOu3M4xYULVRQyLs5sVZ-d4rnRCfAdhorX54s8JBpm92mUR95yHqX0r/s1600-h/martina+fotos+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254003889585978066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6KM_wgPKP1avWAU8wZqIjJSfyCRT-K4HvJf141mkTt7b8BhSkwtrMaWyxXAvZvNwzIuPHOif2HZP7qwq1E-dCBOu3M4xYULVRQyLs5sVZ-d4rnRCfAdhorX54s8JBpm92mUR95yHqX0r/s320/martina+fotos+038.jpg" border="0" /></a> Camino hacia World Peace Pagoda, Pokhara.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCCVdoaGvmhE6ib9ga3AkCXJHdgPyQH-WdK8Q1_pK1EuQavYU5317TS1P65GREV1U6FmHV830jpUJHlxxq_trr4_FLLROfuZilzQbT653kaWITLZV-DjCjUsE_Ub2NxrmU_YCU-HuffRo/s1600-h/martina+fotos+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254003244856295714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCCVdoaGvmhE6ib9ga3AkCXJHdgPyQH-WdK8Q1_pK1EuQavYU5317TS1P65GREV1U6FmHV830jpUJHlxxq_trr4_FLLROfuZilzQbT653kaWITLZV-DjCjUsE_Ub2NxrmU_YCU-HuffRo/s320/martina+fotos+039.jpg" border="0" /></a>World Peace Pagoda, con nuestro pequenio guia que nos mostro el camino....casi me muero en la subida...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUoaIb7w0N0rlpmzTnoCgB1RJ3YFd0-zWjcmZf-Zi5By_85wohEKEv52JsgR0BGCWyWKfibRQ_yL4wdPPjn3PKV5B7Lo-sUa81HDMXxeBbQsIo-56Dgk0fH4negteZAHfZL1ESXw4onnYE/s1600-h/martina+fotos+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254002579039445202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUoaIb7w0N0rlpmzTnoCgB1RJ3YFd0-zWjcmZf-Zi5By_85wohEKEv52JsgR0BGCWyWKfibRQ_yL4wdPPjn3PKV5B7Lo-sUa81HDMXxeBbQsIo-56Dgk0fH4negteZAHfZL1ESXw4onnYE/s320/martina+fotos+040.jpg" border="0" /></a> Caminando de regreso desde World Peace Pagoda, Pokhara Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5a7JMmZlsyF-MRh3T4Uu8jdAbN3aMVk0zNpsI2buqVoj4J8OwYXxg7IAfL2oCkEfpkhtsFV3Y-wp9Lo3An9jXtHiKd7bnWVNwa6vTY5QmXzQOVSohqpkCUu_sLWcqN9k5_7pjv2tjfYP/s1600-h/martina+fotos+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254001772371232386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5a7JMmZlsyF-MRh3T4Uu8jdAbN3aMVk0zNpsI2buqVoj4J8OwYXxg7IAfL2oCkEfpkhtsFV3Y-wp9Lo3An9jXtHiKd7bnWVNwa6vTY5QmXzQOVSohqpkCUu_sLWcqN9k5_7pjv2tjfYP/s320/martina+fotos+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vista de las montanias desde Lake Fewa, Pokhara Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIyLU6lkfOh0se1nVrfQD88kKU-AeA7KTB-KSdq9LUtGq9ApsGlro38xTGfmT5md_ATA-pqAJpmj62YoJYHdtnijViJwkBEzfdDlLmJDNNSrVw_JFkrL_44EYplrUttWAGPwiBMP1WhAa/s1600-h/martina+fotos+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254001615296601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIyLU6lkfOh0se1nVrfQD88kKU-AeA7KTB-KSdq9LUtGq9ApsGlro38xTGfmT5md_ATA-pqAJpmj62YoJYHdtnijViJwkBEzfdDlLmJDNNSrVw_JFkrL_44EYplrUttWAGPwiBMP1WhAa/s320/martina+fotos+044.jpg" border="0" /></a> Foto para mi mama que queria un close up<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUQ9mF8VlWi3ltL6PUvSaOBEgC9poCiBeom3cCC2Rj8db7LWpszj8HfV_R_usPX5vkysnfNT4IPsp4mhCrGNgnua6Xp8yPhalBOhn-zVfN4Ts21gbI3XAtwS0ql7SilaNAP7sdwm9CriL/s1600-h/martina+fotos+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254000975341714930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUQ9mF8VlWi3ltL6PUvSaOBEgC9poCiBeom3cCC2Rj8db7LWpszj8HfV_R_usPX5vkysnfNT4IPsp4mhCrGNgnua6Xp8yPhalBOhn-zVfN4Ts21gbI3XAtwS0ql7SilaNAP7sdwm9CriL/s320/martina+fotos+043.jpg" border="0" /></a>Se podia nadar y era un placer....mis fotos de clavado no las pienso poner...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12ngHtHVgDF652DdLdAuP4v_j-x_Kt0Gbv-zQxjycrMdZcHOkQlNKEHPYVev_Z3r8Wk-tUZxPnqLlMm5iVvlM3gwD8PRS357NBrxZR2_bufUfFcRyjnG0iqr3TOUx-CbdLxGuBUorzIew/s1600-h/martina+fotos+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254000271464186034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12ngHtHVgDF652DdLdAuP4v_j-x_Kt0Gbv-zQxjycrMdZcHOkQlNKEHPYVev_Z3r8Wk-tUZxPnqLlMm5iVvlM3gwD8PRS357NBrxZR2_bufUfFcRyjnG0iqr3TOUx-CbdLxGuBUorzIew/s320/martina+fotos+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> Remandoooo vestida de baywatc, lake fewa, Pokhara<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho46_HWNT1zAaWHX20TffgTA_wt9kjKQpV7Sd72hUS1-RqLUjsfH0yESXikgOIJXJIwPLX-pCHyFwsVQgodlDSQA7xENXhTG6MhEsDtQDL-4nXgQPQvJns3hRZM2q5sFjLKjBgfXF7jVLG/s1600-h/martina+fotos+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253999674736880994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho46_HWNT1zAaWHX20TffgTA_wt9kjKQpV7Sd72hUS1-RqLUjsfH0yESXikgOIJXJIwPLX-pCHyFwsVQgodlDSQA7xENXhTG6MhEsDtQDL-4nXgQPQvJns3hRZM2q5sFjLKjBgfXF7jVLG/s320/martina+fotos+046.jpg" border="0" /></a> Remando en Lake Fewa en Pokhara, Nepal.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-6776826529762918672008-10-06T00:46:00.000-07:002008-10-06T02:06:24.969-07:00People of Nepal<div>Hola gente!!</div><div>perdon por la demora, si si hace mas de un mes que no escribo, ni subo fotos ni aparezco!!! Pero que buen mes que tuvimos!!! Aca van algunas fotos de Nepal, un lugar increible, por sus paisajes, por su comida, pero sobre todo por su gente aca van algunos personajes!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6egZuUJHmbADKUTZz-NAPQQCwgbDtujH4KYPU9m18GWuI-lESjxojynO2pSK_9_6miOYpAzmRmRWuu6qym67Rr4s-lfG7_Wh-KArEMAZ07zFn0eqEXIXIkPr04_v29uc0CaOy6IsWpB3c/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253961401931897234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6egZuUJHmbADKUTZz-NAPQQCwgbDtujH4KYPU9m18GWuI-lESjxojynO2pSK_9_6miOYpAzmRmRWuu6qym67Rr4s-lfG7_Wh-KArEMAZ07zFn0eqEXIXIkPr04_v29uc0CaOy6IsWpB3c/s320/nepal+fotos+1+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Volviendo del colegio en Pokhara Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AEokt4tlxoxOO_uUFEi4L7YLWPchx6CWskzxck_1nZ9vvr6M7tYbjDWpz_S4iEl3aDaAXbG5BQjNI3ecgP8GRaslFSwiqSPqupMxfvYBGndjmbTlyPGap-Lq0KKZAE4-kiXmx0KcUBqz/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253960277180951570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AEokt4tlxoxOO_uUFEi4L7YLWPchx6CWskzxck_1nZ9vvr6M7tYbjDWpz_S4iEl3aDaAXbG5BQjNI3ecgP8GRaslFSwiqSPqupMxfvYBGndjmbTlyPGap-Lq0KKZAE4-kiXmx0KcUBqz/s320/nepal+fotos+1+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisq4-U5KDp-1FNME5_ST0mB9oiw-nyoHmBpFaSeFuZ8PCvR-UywXy5aOZyf1zxpZPQIIX7paYVx_-ccW8oOtnJioiTAhnFmt9fLebPdvd0QrSHeHfnFwclTPGAmzOvhrOCSXj69EyYDsKg/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253959759365632306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisq4-U5KDp-1FNME5_ST0mB9oiw-nyoHmBpFaSeFuZ8PCvR-UywXy5aOZyf1zxpZPQIIX7paYVx_-ccW8oOtnJioiTAhnFmt9fLebPdvd0QrSHeHfnFwclTPGAmzOvhrOCSXj69EyYDsKg/s320/nepal+fotos+1+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> La gloriosa celeste y blanca....bueno no pero parece!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUxGAVylzoghnP0f1gMSEIS9gDYN58aK-k13QZNjxUIGj3HO2KulEB4oBu7w-y98HGVpCisE_aR0RTbCYPF_V_fYosIw74nvgJJUjXYaZMySNdouuPZtn5tLN0LCf-oNJ8qzYsR7faiKC/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253958970458508066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUxGAVylzoghnP0f1gMSEIS9gDYN58aK-k13QZNjxUIGj3HO2KulEB4oBu7w-y98HGVpCisE_aR0RTbCYPF_V_fYosIw74nvgJJUjXYaZMySNdouuPZtn5tLN0LCf-oNJ8qzYsR7faiKC/s320/nepal+fotos+1+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kathmandu es la ciudad de las ventanas, una mas linda que la otra y en cada una, una cara que sonrie.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtDcr65DO-PEsBikkZ5PkWlQ6zQMY-QtEr5FbLSmStZSUATPfnQxbIUAV_GB40UQpoQk8vQO5g_cbdX9pAqsZPSV_tTCiDFgwuGEONv-xhqVVpGVWXT7ppwpsIkt2R0T7hq0o2paNA4Xf/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253956563331770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtDcr65DO-PEsBikkZ5PkWlQ6zQMY-QtEr5FbLSmStZSUATPfnQxbIUAV_GB40UQpoQk8vQO5g_cbdX9pAqsZPSV_tTCiDFgwuGEONv-xhqVVpGVWXT7ppwpsIkt2R0T7hq0o2paNA4Xf/s320/nepal+fotos+1+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mujer vendiendo bananas en una calle de Kathmandu, Nepal.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C5TRjgQXLz3tONrN9pQPqeBxhxqX0CEfSt2u6jhWxyiZhVZP4X5sva_V_5tr3O3-lIcRlXFMMU0OQy0tCl7u6T2VmB2hoBEtp_DzSKjNkLjybbGkEotp7iD9KKKpvfUzrDjg-CsIzkvK/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253955859167971874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-C5TRjgQXLz3tONrN9pQPqeBxhxqX0CEfSt2u6jhWxyiZhVZP4X5sva_V_5tr3O3-lIcRlXFMMU0OQy0tCl7u6T2VmB2hoBEtp_DzSKjNkLjybbGkEotp7iD9KKKpvfUzrDjg-CsIzkvK/s320/nepal+fotos+1+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Una sonrisa ganadora...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdgqayGVcLUBhDDboj1HabrkBkuWsvYTQLaMKhj1TELev_6H0sRrA00i3sUlxKFmXrdS1eo1yW2gXf9p9B4QY5a-a2G7IL7imjrHb15FI6ME1NsHGUM64WzvhHTMC-sVfewoEpdItYohAt/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253955136542118370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdgqayGVcLUBhDDboj1HabrkBkuWsvYTQLaMKhj1TELev_6H0sRrA00i3sUlxKFmXrdS1eo1yW2gXf9p9B4QY5a-a2G7IL7imjrHb15FI6ME1NsHGUM64WzvhHTMC-sVfewoEpdItYohAt/s320/nepal+fotos+1+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mis amiguitas de Patan,Nepal<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIU-AzaMeVMZqNV6udDTslbrDf_un229hrTddyKKp5T5GjyNAk-VBUUsl-w5CwVYpSpwiozO_LpGY1CErevWRrJ1KE8GxbiQaaOKtVrtVLSO5Ad7d5KXYKdIcbuN5PfBz_4nMItAnPsTV/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253953814786519186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIU-AzaMeVMZqNV6udDTslbrDf_un229hrTddyKKp5T5GjyNAk-VBUUsl-w5CwVYpSpwiozO_LpGY1CErevWRrJ1KE8GxbiQaaOKtVrtVLSO5Ad7d5KXYKdIcbuN5PfBz_4nMItAnPsTV/s320/nepal+fotos+1+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> Una nena divina en Patan<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1YBDh-QR3aOik7bpHKV4iZy6ocCb8nqr10_xP3iq9X5jmxmpmWWhYSMXslGJZVn9jnZPqf7ZnvbAB9jQYh_dk3f7MYilf3ZuSnymBikIHF-_mypQBfVA0nwGnqUcbrLEd4GN2tqEIh8k/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253952637075180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1YBDh-QR3aOik7bpHKV4iZy6ocCb8nqr10_xP3iq9X5jmxmpmWWhYSMXslGJZVn9jnZPqf7ZnvbAB9jQYh_dk3f7MYilf3ZuSnymBikIHF-_mypQBfVA0nwGnqUcbrLEd4GN2tqEIh8k/s320/nepal+fotos+1+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mujeresen el Festival de Teej, celebracion donde las mujeres se visten de rojo en todo Nepal y cantan y bailan pidiendo una larga vida para sus maridos.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhyB2YfsdtSPWFCI4qMdY83qdZt137d07WRB2saCZiEdDVZfOOiI63a_L3bpMO3jQZl_ExBWuvRqsY5b1UuUzHwXTWIwTzdOfkGIMI7PtKGpPvqDQ4oXMBswditu8ujL1XC8BuAiQw0yV/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253951485834536322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhyB2YfsdtSPWFCI4qMdY83qdZt137d07WRB2saCZiEdDVZfOOiI63a_L3bpMO3jQZl_ExBWuvRqsY5b1UuUzHwXTWIwTzdOfkGIMI7PtKGpPvqDQ4oXMBswditu8ujL1XC8BuAiQw0yV/s320/nepal+fotos+1+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> Festival Teej, no me pude resistir, y no me dejaron tampoco, asiq adentro a bailar para pedirle a los dioses una buena y larga vida a mi "marido"!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil8bEvpdSOlB6g0czw5xckuBC65IirkYWWg2YfGLm-BZpl4XUQVCwT9bX95KQY5vrm6ZROnNSzZq0MJcCXp3-xneRYIgPFcdsECnK80jVL1JD9Rs1Qydqx6SOxM2BAxxvIxWm_e7_6IrM/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946246401052002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil8bEvpdSOlB6g0czw5xckuBC65IirkYWWg2YfGLm-BZpl4XUQVCwT9bX95KQY5vrm6ZROnNSzZq0MJcCXp3-xneRYIgPFcdsECnK80jVL1JD9Rs1Qydqx6SOxM2BAxxvIxWm_e7_6IrM/s320/nepal+fotos+1+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> Festival Teej, Patan cantante y tambores<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ-AHNUAVjszI3wFENB2NnPjGgiZDrUnGqW9jxWmNb6BK5-9fu-MyGF_Wh2HOf5_YvBv1SvK3K6-zrFgPLYvK1mc4-e4I0PCtkkQTmCZ266ukTY2sMpYcSGonwsMqhql-gG_hOlVFTpCO/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253945057870101698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ-AHNUAVjszI3wFENB2NnPjGgiZDrUnGqW9jxWmNb6BK5-9fu-MyGF_Wh2HOf5_YvBv1SvK3K6-zrFgPLYvK1mc4-e4I0PCtkkQTmCZ266ukTY2sMpYcSGonwsMqhql-gG_hOlVFTpCO/s320/nepal+fotos+1+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hombre en un break<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFqFX_dwFD6qbuBYCvDVmBB-0eR-XfQOeemduy0y7fnIIT12XClOHGzjxPqHU-9-Hz_SETXd3-_77dgPSYOlSPvobxf8P9m_WiZUAWnhHGCEoOknEDxOdRtmj0517r9dohSNkPsBtwoLG/s1600-h/nepal+fotos+1+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253944697056803506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFqFX_dwFD6qbuBYCvDVmBB-0eR-XfQOeemduy0y7fnIIT12XClOHGzjxPqHU-9-Hz_SETXd3-_77dgPSYOlSPvobxf8P9m_WiZUAWnhHGCEoOknEDxOdRtmj0517r9dohSNkPsBtwoLG/s320/nepal+fotos+1+027.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nena enPatan, Nepal</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-82489067759388398872008-09-24T06:09:00.000-07:002009-10-07T17:14:46.676-07:00Nepal Part 1Apologies for keeping the adoring public waiting in vain for a month but the travellers life can be a tough one sometimes. Anyway, here we go, with what I can recall at least!!<br />Following the gruelling journey from Varanassi to Nepal we made our way across the ramshackle border at Sunali which was about as secure as ????. First stop in the new fresh country was the lakeside town of Pokhara, offering beautiful views of the Annapurna moutain range. Imagine a perfect snow capped mountain reflected in a crystal clear lake, surrounded by the beauty of a Nepali village, well we sure nothing of the sort as grey cloud submerged the town and with it came 4 days of continuous monsoonal rain, not all day mind, just from 6pm through to 2pm the following day. Although not able to appreciate its talents Pokhara's restaurants provided us with the opportunity to endulge in some well earned meat, and what fine steak we found, tender, juicy and as red as you like. Not just fit for a King but also for my critical Argentine travelling companion. Steak aside the rain proved a little frustrating so we moved our able bodies on to Kathmandu.<br />So Kathmandu, a strange mix of backpacker "Bangkok" paradise, modern era concrete jungle & fascinating backstreets revealing traditional architectural splendour. If its good enough for Cat Stevens to write a song about then for sure its good enough for Martina and I. As always, and as is best here, we took to the streets by foot, passing an abundance of shrines, temples, markets and courtyards, all providing a brilliant insight into the traditional Nepali way of life.<br />Durbar Square is the heart and cities main focal point from where the Kings once ruled, and hours can be spent marvelling at the pre.C17th buildings, watching the world go by perched upon the terraced platform of a temple and engaging in conversations with locals. Living close by is the young Kumari Devi. She is a living goddess, that is until she gets her first period, when her reign is ended and another girl chosen according to 32 strict physical requirements. When such reign is ended the Kumari is returned to normal mortal status, paid off with a handsome dowry and left to carry on with her life as anyone else, simple as that.<br />Paul Gascoigne once said of the Great Wall of China, "if you've seen one wall then you've seen them all", and I was starting to develop the same feeling about temples until stumbling upon Swayambhunath, 3km West of Kathmandu. The temple is a ginormous structure atop a hill reached via an almost vertical incline of steps and dodging the numerous playful monkeys on the way up. Guess it has to be seen to be appreciated fully, but with beer & whisky guzzling men going about their rituals and celebrating yet another festival I began to rekindle my liking for these places of worship.<br />It seemed we were starting to develop a strong liking for the country, its people and its beer (which the locals are quite partial to) which far surpasses that of its Southerly neighbours. Could there be a link between its laid back way of life and lack of hassle to that of eating cow and consuming fine alcoholic beverages.....I wonder if this might be true??<br />Just across the Bagmati River is the town of Patan (formerly Laliput "City of Beauty") with its own Durbar Square displaying some of the finest architectural structures & its back streets a fine insight into Newari life. How pleasant for locals to refrain from hassling foreigners as if they are aliens dropping from the sky and allowing us to enjoy their town in a stress free manner. Our spell here was also the time of the Teej Festival - Womens Festival - where wives & girlfriends dressed all in red, fast from sunrise to sunset, make offerings to their gods & sing & dance the day away. This, it is claimed, will bring a good life and prosperity to their respective better halves. I managed to get Martina a little dancing part in this festival, much to the delight of the local boys. Unfortunately though, as the festival as only for women, I was to be excluded this time around and my English two step shuffle to be kept hidden in the locker for another time.<br />Time then to explore some smaller towns around the Kathmandu Valley. All we hoped was to find our way back, either by foot or riding on the roof of a local bus, with goats as fellow passengers.<br />The rest is to follow soon.......X.....Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-24309586710580860002008-08-27T05:34:00.000-07:002008-09-27T09:08:51.776-07:00mas fotos de delhi...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3QOASrm1gmzNnAAxRu7oUeySp4HN2j1DLxfZ9jtjcuBgi7q93weeDo741CeqKDSEQ-jcPLnbXcQ5IBjfG5ZSF8jhd5EGiExW6GmGRZBssgX_47BViakrO46FTWevpY7xgSL43g8ULpbw/s1600-h/martina+fotos+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239494716487649682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3QOASrm1gmzNnAAxRu7oUeySp4HN2j1DLxfZ9jtjcuBgi7q93weeDo741CeqKDSEQ-jcPLnbXcQ5IBjfG5ZSF8jhd5EGiExW6GmGRZBssgX_47BViakrO46FTWevpY7xgSL43g8ULpbw/s320/martina+fotos+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Parte de la exhibicion bizarra en el Museo de Gandhi en Delhi, en la parte de abajo es un museo normal, con la seriedad que requiere el tema (si tomamos en cuenta que es el lugar fisico donde lo asesinaron), pero en la planta alta, hay un museo futurista, multimedia al estilo Disney...no se que hubiera pensado el Mahatma!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-0RF-XV64WGc_AXMNA-etKbOwQkh80qH1crj5-5i4stHRKlAzSDqaLMRiCZjmCg_UZz1rk4o_e_SNms9rd8MtKPqf0-4V1GLAJPMgUrk7uMw4D0loxNkCUgby2mj7vDhi02W_P41Gvd7/s1600-h/martina+fotos+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239182757298337362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-0RF-XV64WGc_AXMNA-etKbOwQkh80qH1crj5-5i4stHRKlAzSDqaLMRiCZjmCg_UZz1rk4o_e_SNms9rd8MtKPqf0-4V1GLAJPMgUrk7uMw4D0loxNkCUgby2mj7vDhi02W_P41Gvd7/s320/martina+fotos+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Perfect lawns at Central Delhi Secretariat<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ioRmVnEKkEpdHFZP-G2iFSxJbnwejWa3ypI0ySJf0itRV2bi3TGAutG3pVmpw14k4QhtNXesmY4aE6ooQ1T4EBQyt4Nd5kt8RvYlx4NsLiOVvOYxLsxwrajNpVY1ehvnAQhWltznfQHK/s1600-h/martina+fotos+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239180054124919954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ioRmVnEKkEpdHFZP-G2iFSxJbnwejWa3ypI0ySJf0itRV2bi3TGAutG3pVmpw14k4QhtNXesmY4aE6ooQ1T4EBQyt4Nd5kt8RvYlx4NsLiOVvOYxLsxwrajNpVY1ehvnAQhWltznfQHK/s320/martina+fotos+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> Typical indian image from above, a neatly organized fruit cart being followed by a skinny cow<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnT58GjSj92-KCMRDVcZ9-EWPuhXLaNkgMtFj6N5m3np18JCgIo1JR-nHnEDAWp4Vyy3_A_PdDi6ETUmKS6RhYn5rJd9JFmWkqG2X3ZbG0omJQzJlrYwfeB8BshYWVs4X94BSKapBpxzm/s1600-h/martina+fotos+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239178832494023394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnT58GjSj92-KCMRDVcZ9-EWPuhXLaNkgMtFj6N5m3np18JCgIo1JR-nHnEDAWp4Vyy3_A_PdDi6ETUmKS6RhYn5rJd9JFmWkqG2X3ZbG0omJQzJlrYwfeB8BshYWVs4X94BSKapBpxzm/s320/martina+fotos+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Seats reserved ONLY for women in the Delhi subway, there were articles on the local papers on how man do not respect it and make incredible excuses to avoid giving their seats.</div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-91332353099267093352008-08-25T06:07:00.001-07:002008-08-27T05:10:29.222-07:00Bus journey dialogue - my translation.This is my attempt to recall the bizarre 5 minutes following the young girls death on the bus to Varanassi......the aim is to portray the lack of compassion shown & bluntness of the Indians....not to make light heart of the event:<br />- Passenger 1; "Hey you woman there, cut that crying out its f@#$ing disturbing & making me sick."<br />- <em>Grieving family member continues crying & is joined by others in prayer/song.</em><br />- Passenger 1; "Thats enough....ooiii Mr Conductor can you do something abouth this shit over here."<em><br /></em><em></em>- <em>Conductor was meanwhile talking to another passenger.</em><br /><em>-</em> Conductor; "Why dont you go & sit down, there is a spare seat on the back row."<br />- Passenger 2; "No chance, cant you see that someone has just died up there"<br />- Conductor; "Bloody hell, you are right, Driver pull over & stop the bus now man."<br />- Passenger 1; "About time too."<br />- <em>Family were in the meantime still understandable continuing their mourning.</em><br />- Conductor; "Hey you lot at the back, you have to get off here immediately.....no questions."<br />-<em> Family make way silently past everybody carrying body.</em><br />- Conductor; "Here you go, you can have your money back for the fares......carry on Driver."<br /><em>- Silence for 5 minutes as bus drives on before everyone continues as normal.</em><br /><br />Only in India.<br /><em></em>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-28059121998505267052008-08-25T04:25:00.000-07:002009-10-08T08:08:04.778-07:00No time to blink as the unthinkable can happen - Dehli to Varanassi & almost Allahabad!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFdL5ow8k5ZJ8oYdkRrvxVrJhHbl9ZWq7ZhSh0rriR_otYY_Kuc63yZ1qr8iP0OI8wUVI2hhh-UeXgi_IsBGkabc0r9NXOqC9fHlle6wHB5RCDdh42Fu2Z2iRIdkA_FViVZ5ThEAEkalh/s1600-h/martina+fotos+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239170303796878114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFdL5ow8k5ZJ8oYdkRrvxVrJhHbl9ZWq7ZhSh0rriR_otYY_Kuc63yZ1qr8iP0OI8wUVI2hhh-UeXgi_IsBGkabc0r9NXOqC9fHlle6wHB5RCDdh42Fu2Z2iRIdkA_FViVZ5ThEAEkalh/s320/martina+fotos+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just when we thought we had seen it all then another suprise of an almost undescribable magnitude gets thrown in our faces. More of that to come, but first a brief run down of the Capital city, New Dehli.<br /><div align="justify">In my eyes Dehli has to be the most smelly, seedy, sweat soaked (monsoon influenced) & rat infested capital I have ever visited, but naturally it still has its little delights. Our residence was spitting distance from the mayhem of New Dehli train station in the Paharganj Main Bazaar area, reminiscent of Bangkoks Khao San Road, with an ever busy buzz of backpackers & locals making their way to & from the many hotels, craft shops & bars on offer. As ever we made our way around on foot, which at times was a touch on the dirty side with the monsoon in full swing. The shortish walk to Old Dehli brought us down the death alley of Asaf Ali Road where we were greeted by numerous crack heads, smack heads & space cadets alike.....& Mumbai was supposed to be the challenging city. Nevertheless we made it to our first port of call, Red Fort constructed by Shah Jahan but rather disturbingly is very much neglected & a poor mans Taj Mahal. Next stop Dehl'is Jama Masjid mosque which houses up to 25,000 people, but unable to disguise our pale skin at prayer time we were soon ushered out.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The way to Connought Place (Circus), Central Park & Central Dehli was a pleasant surprise as we tackled Dehli's new & deluxe space age Metro system & sniggered at the Indians affraid to travel on the escalators. Central Dehli & the Diplomatic area was somewhat heavenly with lush green grass filling the unpopulated parks & broad pathways on the way up to India Gate. Our final stop was the Gandhi Smriti where one can retrace the great mans final steps & marvel at his life in a fine array of short stories & pictures. However & with what has started to become the norm in India, they still manage to make a mockary of such greatness. On the upper floor of the museum we found a multimedia timeline of Gandhi's life which at times felt more like a Charlie & the Chocolate Factory amusement park cum school science exhibition, which was perhaps not what the great man would have expected.</div><div align="justify">Five days later full of dirty & grim we headed on towards Varanassi, with one day planned in<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5bAxLMv7XrOUrT7VfXji2xSP2UlkyhiICX3Qe_bxB-NhoPZe6UobRugwhBelbPbpWBxWkKOYPj9cJBE7NCSB9Azqk1ar2IOtlm9HElQZ8xwUmb2Ui0gGiKxvynIC2tp0EWDL0pV-Rqsv/s1600-h/martina+fotos+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239171880925225538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5bAxLMv7XrOUrT7VfXji2xSP2UlkyhiICX3Qe_bxB-NhoPZe6UobRugwhBelbPbpWBxWkKOYPj9cJBE7NCSB9Azqk1ar2IOtlm9HElQZ8xwUmb2Ui0gGiKxvynIC2tp0EWDL0pV-Rqsv/s320/martina+fotos+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> Allahabad, the city where the Yamuna & Ganges holy rivers are said to meet. However as we stepped out from the train station we found all roads to be flooded knee deep & with Noah & Moses not to be found, best to get back on the train. The only problem here was that all remaining trains were fully booked so once more we rode on the ever reliable government bus.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Expecting road blocks & flooded streets we were but maybe not the surreal event that was about to unfold. About 30 minutes into the journey the bus made one of its usual stops & in came a quite poor looking, most likely slum dwelling, family of five, one of whom was craddling a semi conscious girl in her early 20s. As they took refuge on the back seat there were a few confusing looks from others & ourselves, but its India after all so anything goes. We can only presume the family had not enough money for medical expense so were heading to Varanassi in hope of the alledged cleansing/healing powers of the Ganges River. An hour or so later & with all carrying on seemingly well one of the women broke out into fits of uncontrollable crying & wailing.....the young girl had passed away only a seat behind. Being the compassionate people they are, an Indian passenger then requested she be quiet as to not disturb the others. This was greeted with more crying, now from all members of the family & a Hindi mourning prayer/song......extremely sad but a little too bizarre for us. Not giving in the passenger then summoned the conductor, who had been oblivious to present the situation, & without reason the driver stopped the bus, the family were kicked out (without a fight or word in return) & abandoned in the middle of nowhere & miles from home.....but they were ever so nice as to return their fares in full......heartbreaking stuff. What was hardest to take.....not that someone dying in front of your eyes is easy.....was how not a single other passenger (all Indian of course) made any kind of apologetic gesture or sign of compassion towards the family. Were they as shocked as us or do they see it every day? Anyhow all seemed to be forgotten as we carried on to Varanassi.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGeIazv_l6dIUmQQYcvBcUk4IIelFafp9qMSgGNmEn7JUpBOEDzUdxoK9sCp7nZ5o9NL_ouJik4ndJ3IzC6ohyphenhyphen2uqrWuxOsRQLILDdiagpOQE0mgyjNpvnKDdRjok0sXSKbAJyyoQQRNY/s1600-h/martina+fotos+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239174302937079842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGeIazv_l6dIUmQQYcvBcUk4IIelFafp9qMSgGNmEn7JUpBOEDzUdxoK9sCp7nZ5o9NL_ouJik4ndJ3IzC6ohyphenhyphen2uqrWuxOsRQLILDdiagpOQE0mgyjNpvnKDdRjok0sXSKbAJyyoQQRNY/s320/martina+fotos+052.jpg" border="0" /></a>Varanassi (or Benares) is the city of Shiva & the holiest in India running along the Ganges River where pilgrims come to wash away their sins & say there final words to lost loved ones by the many Ghats lining it. At times overwhelming but there is always something colourful & charasmatic which maintains your loving for the country. The love was not present however in the first two days. Still in shock from the bus ride we made our way out into the city taking a unfortunate wrong turn, especially just after finishing lunch. As we headed towards the river, right before our eyes was a corpse draped in linen & his/her family sat besides in full vocal mourning. This as it happens was the way to a burning ghat, Harischandra, & the smell was a little to much to handle, so a quick escape we made. Heading towards the Old City we stubbled upon a young 9 year old boy by the name of Siddharta, who was to become our guide for the day. Unlike many other of the streets kids he was brighter than his years with an exquisit talent for languages, & better still, wanting for nothing, never asking for food & declining on more than one occasion offers from Martina & I. In the end he settled for a kilo of apples to take home to his family, a ray of sunshine amongst many sly ones. Our tour brought us to the Brahman evening ceremony at Assi Ghat, a pleasant wander through the bright & colourful backstreets of the city & finally to Marnikarnika ghat. This ghat is unlike any other place in the world as we were brought to a balcony from where we could observe the simultaneous burning of six bodies upon individual pyres. Although clearly disturbing, like most over strange sites it was difficult to look away & not to observe the corpse burning there right before your eyes. The area is a huge death factory with Doms (outcasts) carrying the wood required to create the pyres & keep the burning process going for 24 hours a day. The bodies are brought & dipped into the river for cleansing, cremated, then the ashes returned to the river. What is more disturbing is that pregnant women, children under 10 & Sadhu's (holy men) who die do not get ths honour. Instead they have stones attached to them then they are rowed to the middle of the river & dumped. This being a river that people bath in, it's needless to say that none of my sins were washed away here. Enough was enough & after seeing a head, arm & leg disappear & melt before me, then another corpse brought & placed on top, it was time to go.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">On the following day, & with knew found knowledge, it was difficult to see the beauty & holiness of this place. In fact I felt so sick I could not even face eating for the day. These thoughts were enhanced by the filthiness of the city with trash strewn all over the place creating a mixed smell of death, shit & piss (the last 2 of which are often far too prevalent in this country). Keeping as close to beating hearts as possible we wandered the backdoubles some more & around the impressive University & for our last eveninig in India took a sunset boat ride along the river. Argh shit.....more death as we were brought to, & told how lucky we were, Harischandra ghat where there was the small number of four pyres & one corpse being dipped in preparation. From the river though, & putting this too the back of my mind, the cities beauty was enhanced with the differentially coloured & shaped buildings reflecting off the almost green water. The beauty I could just about see, as for the holiness & clensing powers of the river, well I'll have to think about it.</div><div align="justify">So on we go once more......have now entered Nepal for a well earned holiday.....its pissing down in Pokhara.....but there is steak.....an abundance of beer that doesnt give you the runs......clean crisp fresh water lakes.....snow capped mountain peaks.....& locals that accept no for an answer & possess the power to respond to questions without the shrug of a shoulder or wiggle of the head.</div><br /><div align="justify">Ps just in case you thought we had it good, a woman passed away in the train station in the arms of her paraletic son (who then had a fight with his wife) bringing the viewed death count to 16.....the train was delayed for the standard 2 hours.....& it took 35 hours to get here!!!!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Happy camping!!!</div><br /><div align="justify">X.</div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-26518742386275422212008-08-22T05:35:00.000-07:002008-08-22T05:59:53.318-07:00La dimension desconocida en Varanasi...<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Hola a todos!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Actualizando ya que hace bastante que no escribimos nada. Nuestra salida de Delhi fue como planeamos...pero a partir de ese momento nuestros planes cambiaron drasticamente y no podiamos preparanos para todo lo que nos iba a pasar camino a esta la ciudad sagrada de Varansi.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">El plan inicial era salir en tren con destino a Allabhad a tres horas de Varanasi. Salimos y llegamos a destino como previsto a las 6 de la matina, pero nuestra llegada resulto pasada por agua ya que llovia torrencialmente y por lo que supimos despues habia estado lloviendo toda la noche. Nos tomamos un bici rickshaw con destino a Pyarag hotel el que habiamos elegido por la guia, al llegar a la esquina nuestra sorpresa fue que para entrar al hotel ibamos a necesitar un barco ya que el agua llegaba casi al manubrio de la bici, cambio de planes, nos dirigimos a otro hotel, y a otro y a otro, con la misma respuesta en todos, lleno y sino lleno pidiendo un precio desorbitante que no ameritaba bajo ningun punto de vista. Siendo las 9 de la maniana a esta altura y habiendome despertado a las 5 de la maniana tomamos la decision de saltear Allabhad, ir directo a la terminal de tren otra vez y tomarnos el proximo tren a Varanasi. Despues de cancelar nuestro pasaje, una historia aparte por las idas y vueltas a las que fuimos sujetos, logramos alcanzar por solo 5 minutos un omnibus que en 5 horas nos llevaria a la ciudad sagrada. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">El viaje resulto tranquilo, y veniamos pensando en la suerte que habiamos tenido en subirnos a ese omnibus cuando a una hora de llegar y en una de las multiples paradas que realizo, se subio al bus, en brazos de uno de sus familiares una mujer de no mas de 25 anios, inconciente. Brad y yo nos miramos y vimos que claramente la mujer necesitaba un medico, ya que no fijaba la vista y tenia constantes convulsiones...finalmente ella y su familia nunca llegaron a destino, a 50 km de Varanasi y con una ultima convulsion la chica se murio. La que asumimos era su hermana, rompio en llanto, y la familia se le unio con canciones y lamentos, que asumimos eran tradiciones religiosas. Mas que el shock por la muerte en si, lo que me shockeo mas fue la reaccion de los pasajeros que no tuvieron un gesto de compasion hacia la familia, sino que el hombre mas cercano a la mujer le dijo que se callara, acto seguido, el omnibus detuvo su marcha y el chofer le indico la familia con la mujer sin vida en brazos que se bajara, ellos sin resistencia lo hicieron. Y asi nos fuimos, y por la ventana vimos como nos alejabamos y como ellos velaban a su ser querido....toda la experiencia fue surreal, pero la falta de compasion que vi entre los vivos fue mas desesperante que la muerte en lo ojos de la mujer. No los juzgo, no se como manejan estas situaciones aca pero todavia hoy pienso si pudieramos haber actuado diferente, todos.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Llegamos a Varanasi y nos encontramos con otra ciudad bajo agua, calles cerradas y convertidas en piscinas naturales, autos flotando y la basura acumulandose en los bajos. Llegamos a un hotel que no estaba cubierto por agua y despues de desacansar salimos a caminar. Varanasi es una gran contradiccion, por lo menos para la mirada occidental. Es el lugar mas sagrado para la religio Hindu, el lugar donde se alcanza nirvana por excelencia, sin embargo las aguas de Ganges que sibolizan pureza y belleza espiritual se convierte en un pantano toxico a manos del hombre que no lo cuida. La basura es palpable, la lluvia porsupuesto no ayudo pero la falta de cuidado hacia el medio ambiente es algo que aun hoy despues de 2 meses en la India me choca muchisimo. Es un tema cultural, si bien la falta de tachos de basura y sistema de recoleccion es visible, aunque tengan uno al lado siempre es mas facil tirarlo al piso, y asi da igual que sea la calle o el Ganges. Contradicciones dificiles de entender. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">La maniana siguiente nos perdimos en una de las calles que dan a los Ghats o escalones que desembocan en el rio, y sin saberlo nos metimos en uno de los Ghats crematorios, el primer indicio fue el cuerpo que vimos siendo velado en el piso por la familia y el humo. Decidimos no adentrarnos aun, si lo hicimos a la tarde y que experiencia que fue. Junto con los inescrupulosos que cobran por ver el espectaculo de la muerte, estan las familias velando a sus hijos, piras funerarias, una al lado de la otra, 6 cuerpos es simultaneo siendo incinerados, y cuando uno termina se pone otro encima. Dificil de entender. Aprendimos que los ninios menores de 10 anios, los sadhus o hombres sagrados, las mujeres embarazadas y los leprosos no son quemados, sino que se los lleva al centro del ganges y atados a una piedra se los tira adentro. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Y asi es como en el mismo Rio, se unen peregrinos baniandose, ninios jugando, mujeres lavando la ropa, cenizas y cuerpos sin vida. La misma agua que fluye con desechos cloacales y muerte es usada para purificar el alma y lavarse los dientes. Desde ya es un universo totalemente desconocido....yo no encuentro la veta sagrada, no la veo entre tanta basura. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Y como siempre esta el otro lado, la belleza que como una constante la encuentro en la fuerza de las mujeres y las sonrisas de los ninios....Varanasi reune en si, lo mejor y lo peor de la India, la contradiccion hecha ciudad!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Maniana salimos con destino a Nepal, donde segun nos dicen el agua es limpia y el aire es puro....Y HAY CARNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9966;">un beso a todos!!!!</span></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-51025215694211622702008-08-22T05:09:00.000-07:002009-10-08T08:08:20.386-07:00"Come in she said I'll give you....shelter from the storm"<div align="justify">So here we go, its been a while but going to see if i can't recall events of the past 3 weeks. Full credit should always be given to Indian bus drivers as they weave their way through the mountain roads in the Northern parts of the country. This journey took us from Amritsar to Mcleod Ganj through Pathankot & Dharamsala with only 1 road block, caused by a bus & truck becoming wedged together as they both tried to squeeze by the narrow muddy lanes....& an almost troublesome puncture on the last short leg. However the driver carried on without a fluster & got us to the destination in 1 piece. Arriving at night into Mcleod was a little like being brought to a minature Benidorm with scores of young travellers revelling in the bright lights & happily singing along to The Beatles or Red Hot Chili Peppers being blared from all the nearby restaurants. Am not sure this was entirely what the Dalai Lama had in mind when taking his Tibetan Government to exile here.</div><div align="justify">Morning though told a different story.....fresh clean air & beautiful mountain scenery all around & maybe a lack of litter.....no chance.....its all washed over the cliff edges for the obvious eye not to see.....cant have it all I guess!!! There is the issue of rain in these areas & plenty of it we got, in fact the most of the past weeks have been rain soaked. Fortunately on the bus we became acquainted with an entertaining Dutch couple.....Mark who was partial to a beer & Mareke who enjoyed a spot of shopping......a winning combination for all.</div><div align="justify">Due to the rain there was not a lot to be done other than eat, drink & look out of the windows at the monks making their way to & from the temples. We did however find out that the Dalai Lama was to be holding audiences whilst we were in town so we took our place on the stone floor of the temple amongst pilgrims, tourist, Bhuddists alike. The speech was to be a lecture on Bhuddism & the path to enlightenment.....in Tibetan.....with translations on a small walkman loaned from a local shop. Unfortunately the majority went clean & crisply straight over my head but I felt better by the fact that numerous Monks were taking the time to sleep all the way through, therefore not being alone.</div><div align="justify">Hampered by the rain we moved East to Manali, another mountain town at 2050m, with a strong Tibetan influence, giving it a contasting atmosphere & differing outlook to the chaotic towns we have become so used to. Unfortunately the rain was to persist but on the occasions it cleared up it was refreshing to open the door to the hotel & be greeted by snow-capped mountains, apple orchards & freely growing marijuana fields. Did manage to make the walk to the small village of Dhungri, popular for Indian Tourists where you can indulge yourself in a photo sat on a yak or holding a vastly sedated Angoran rabbit, & on to Vashist, a small hippy commune 5km away along the Beas River. The finest things to find in Manali were trout which helped to take away the lingering taste of poor chicken & goat & the local Waterfalls Cider.....2 bottles of which I consumed whilst Martina indulged in a massage, only for her to return & find me past out on the bed.</div><div align="justify">And so the time came to depart from our Dutch companions as they headed North to Leh & us South to Shimla on another winding bus trip through the mountains. British influenced Shimla is perched along a 12 km ridge which appears to be able to slide away into the valley at any point. Rain soaked once more & avoiding the vast amounts of viscious monkeys residing here we managed to make our way through the many winding lanes reminiscent of a small Cornish town, & tackle the numerous bazaars around town.</div><div align="justify">In all I honesty believe there has been much information omitted from here so if you possess the ability to read Spanish then Martinas account should be for more informative. It was however a relaxing 10 days or so in the mountains, different food (to a certain degree), locals with a far contrasting mentality & outlook on life, & generally just a welcome break from the madness we have become so used to. Time though to head South again, and to see what Delhi has in store, by train on the Himalayan Queen. The first leg of the journey was by an Ivor the Enginer esque toy train which trundled its way down the & around the mountains passing through no less than 103 tunnels en route. </div><div align="justify">Twelve hours later & having said our farewells to the peace we had arrived once more in the cauldren of Indian cities.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Coming in the next few days the story of Dehli & Varanassi.</div><div align="justify"></div>Bradley O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16424771021967613456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-4082991976440545932008-08-17T07:24:00.000-07:002008-08-17T07:50:16.899-07:00Las primeras fotos de Delhi...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91HYpDXSTrA8axd5eaYopm1qDO9F39gqQ9MdbpZneIto0mwubyJ_-e6sDlj7X3FoYj0HNyiPn07xmKMfyx201HDGUuJ3sYBTete8uy3PhA41Z-MfPXsUG5RFxyS6wXmO2Zmzis5wvKIXE/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235498326960094594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91HYpDXSTrA8axd5eaYopm1qDO9F39gqQ9MdbpZneIto0mwubyJ_-e6sDlj7X3FoYj0HNyiPn07xmKMfyx201HDGUuJ3sYBTete8uy3PhA41Z-MfPXsUG5RFxyS6wXmO2Zmzis5wvKIXE/s320/Fotos+Martina+060.jpg" border="0" /></a> Toy Train camino a Kalka<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-vOkdYuse_5RnfVf-MqpCHV8Ynf85XhUEwg9yBkro_aOXPT8ItI4wRwK-M0_LC3VZ0ojcm8cEFMuYYsZikXPvszCdujORLo3oLyjn45esGlME_mD-PXzxcony3ju07kqA7EoeOLmgJqZ/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235498059875361138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-vOkdYuse_5RnfVf-MqpCHV8Ynf85XhUEwg9yBkro_aOXPT8ItI4wRwK-M0_LC3VZ0ojcm8cEFMuYYsZikXPvszCdujORLo3oLyjn45esGlME_mD-PXzxcony3ju07kqA7EoeOLmgJqZ/s320/Fotos+Martina+058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235497026047904930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYiMZ_ipzpRz2T4uN7XeuWqugbx0Yt_Zwz9ZheCM5b8PIz6uW7VoPFXFTzodKqCFzJEs1VFPdU7rvrTd6nlAY9S5KMGglCT1ZwhSirIH615qsCo_b7_Na8MCMd6ehwjP6U6J6QStyA-k9/s320/Fotos+Martina+065.jpg" border="0" /> Toy Train En caso de incendio use uno de los baldes con agua!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEQTvFmpi0a70YnsoQMbvvTolCuk5xXEK7FdNqbvkLUROh109MTGP5cSHVF6vYQKQP9vE9x_K-JFejC28Kmbo3u-phl-I9rfkBZdkBbXvnFsR3VNvbeMDG9jkBn-LtuhW9L6kkPid_riA/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496501293615906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEQTvFmpi0a70YnsoQMbvvTolCuk5xXEK7FdNqbvkLUROh109MTGP5cSHVF6vYQKQP9vE9x_K-JFejC28Kmbo3u-phl-I9rfkBZdkBbXvnFsR3VNvbeMDG9jkBn-LtuhW9L6kkPid_riA/s320/Fotos+Martina+068.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nuestra cena<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_-yF9ilfxeyy7jv27-GsR6qlkaNeOIU9pTcK2KDpCoLJ283W32yt_ZU0aPIvwxdhRRTXU2aYBTAd9WZkWj_TtcsuasrGWQx7jeVF0H1IbljeZbd_VGcyduOplcv2LMYq5uGQggThyQuz/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496116348614802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_-yF9ilfxeyy7jv27-GsR6qlkaNeOIU9pTcK2KDpCoLJ283W32yt_ZU0aPIvwxdhRRTXU2aYBTAd9WZkWj_TtcsuasrGWQx7jeVF0H1IbljeZbd_VGcyduOplcv2LMYq5uGQggThyQuz/s320/Fotos+Martina+074.jpg" border="0" /></a> Central Park Connaught Place<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgZO3oWpRIT5fjhv3AGndT_gZjFQIq_Zi9fSzB722rHeZG3YC6R1WTj-23qsbIUTGjW38U6-TRsoy96ZQnDomfHtcfzmbRWREXYzkW5ZEnhgWR_aGSV1S9nrhXOtYaXJX8cXWjF8Rv7fG/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495707086893890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgZO3oWpRIT5fjhv3AGndT_gZjFQIq_Zi9fSzB722rHeZG3YC6R1WTj-23qsbIUTGjW38U6-TRsoy96ZQnDomfHtcfzmbRWREXYzkW5ZEnhgWR_aGSV1S9nrhXOtYaXJX8cXWjF8Rv7fG/s320/Fotos+Martina+076.jpg" border="0" /></a> La entrada a nuestra calle en New Delhi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSOM-zrbGzsoWnEiQdObGWYb3DZ-5J4xVSMu2vC67XBR_Ubx-41PgmvwTwchqi6SySiXAXI26NFziH22IyEDrY89LLoFozeRetIp568vqtvupuGVaJiCHlCAabrp_UO1sburO-Iip2c1O/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235495329065098514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSOM-zrbGzsoWnEiQdObGWYb3DZ-5J4xVSMu2vC67XBR_Ubx-41PgmvwTwchqi6SySiXAXI26NFziH22IyEDrY89LLoFozeRetIp568vqtvupuGVaJiCHlCAabrp_UO1sburO-Iip2c1O/s320/Fotos+Martina+077.jpg" border="0" /></a> Entrada al Red Fort con las flores con los colores de la bandera por el dia de la Indpendencia, desde aca el Presidente da un discurso a la nacion.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhA_PKvWoDcW21WZ_HWxhkYlAGwI2Fr79ntAVgZ8A7wPNx0qhuDQSh_J_fsbUMniqjHbRkBjbGbdCuWlW012KcI2R-ZYpe-yNiw4RGq9zT67RKR8idNg4YnqWE5uTexlWMaxZMPWnVemk/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+079.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235494904806615810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhA_PKvWoDcW21WZ_HWxhkYlAGwI2Fr79ntAVgZ8A7wPNx0qhuDQSh_J_fsbUMniqjHbRkBjbGbdCuWlW012KcI2R-ZYpe-yNiw4RGq9zT67RKR8idNg4YnqWE5uTexlWMaxZMPWnVemk/s320/Fotos+Martina+079.jpg" border="0" /></a> Red Fort New Delhi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7Wt4vDXFZ70fg04IkZmAeOIA_y-BXvc0dm_KJ3PuvdAUZ6VyRlEdweP169IyJrKM1iqt5e0Mb2HcpE4Gb-VwXwNPmYnHzTqfaoVBrimlyTUuG9YN5JwB7BbtNqNrJaqnLYSz0YNl8dhY/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235494521167439346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7Wt4vDXFZ70fg04IkZmAeOIA_y-BXvc0dm_KJ3PuvdAUZ6VyRlEdweP169IyJrKM1iqt5e0Mb2HcpE4Gb-VwXwNPmYnHzTqfaoVBrimlyTUuG9YN5JwB7BbtNqNrJaqnLYSz0YNl8dhY/s320/Fotos+Martina+082.jpg" border="0" /></a> Red Fort<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZB3nb3WPyGOgXETfwtkXB3Ipf4br-o32qYn_7bnXZf69TTy7SHx9UlqMMqLSdKdVJ4Gea0aFmC9VklM65DO6A4d_NKsYgCiKdvW2VnCngQuf1VBQOMWOFeanyHjgtVkmG51d1OPEHii6/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235494125006849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZB3nb3WPyGOgXETfwtkXB3Ipf4br-o32qYn_7bnXZf69TTy7SHx9UlqMMqLSdKdVJ4Gea0aFmC9VklM65DO6A4d_NKsYgCiKdvW2VnCngQuf1VBQOMWOFeanyHjgtVkmG51d1OPEHii6/s320/Fotos+Martina+083.jpg" border="0" /></a> Red Fort<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQ_b9rJswLdlQh5R5fV99TXfl4rbYSNyWjfxR1n2m01k0yPoP2aedgE8hntBQ6uRWmKCjTZ-lmaS1GYs9ORpwiEbqqwdleuKu7IoAk47waZMXWi7CMCHsvs2_Cz1lb1YAEu074-RjC_8s/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493742813430418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQ_b9rJswLdlQh5R5fV99TXfl4rbYSNyWjfxR1n2m01k0yPoP2aedgE8hntBQ6uRWmKCjTZ-lmaS1GYs9ORpwiEbqqwdleuKu7IoAk47waZMXWi7CMCHsvs2_Cz1lb1YAEu074-RjC_8s/s320/Fotos+Martina+090.jpg" border="0" /></a> Entrada al Red Fort<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcjkkbt50-V2YaoJJi566i0-o6qxwjv7lX31HlYznvBRdyzqH53A9N53YQieNCze1LQE5IjuExMw6uqWvUyrb-Wzpu3gJfhcm_vbKac-Hx12V93_80ALPvvIpGk0-EiJJHWjhJroIJHEw/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493354214189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcjkkbt50-V2YaoJJi566i0-o6qxwjv7lX31HlYznvBRdyzqH53A9N53YQieNCze1LQE5IjuExMw6uqWvUyrb-Wzpu3gJfhcm_vbKac-Hx12V93_80ALPvvIpGk0-EiJJHWjhJroIJHEw/s320/Fotos+Martina+100.jpg" border="0" /></a> Policias en Accion (la policia aca es super simpatica con los turistas)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvf9ak8Lxkqnyi2nbzWfkHMdsWxFLP4GpfcZ9i-QW_NabUqQ5bJK47jl-xQZ2ws1VVu00uf2kfnpCXm4pDDTl2FOig9C9gYz67DgKuMoHKnb_1icQpIjzQ1LCoidZwp3wbXTmTEK5aEIU/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493024606714402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvf9ak8Lxkqnyi2nbzWfkHMdsWxFLP4GpfcZ9i-QW_NabUqQ5bJK47jl-xQZ2ws1VVu00uf2kfnpCXm4pDDTl2FOig9C9gYz67DgKuMoHKnb_1icQpIjzQ1LCoidZwp3wbXTmTEK5aEIU/s320/Fotos+Martina+096.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jama Masjid New Delhi<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPlhHAxG7nmxlX0MzUe707gTIWo9EJ-kcxxaXBucLiK1r7jGgTA0BOnFujsFNYyKHWQwZL0KwGN4ZeXzuNBSOLSpUPD9ns9KNFCv27zcScNx5n6exvdfPewW9K5WHjHRpYzuGpnJ0O7k-/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235492643267495490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPlhHAxG7nmxlX0MzUe707gTIWo9EJ-kcxxaXBucLiK1r7jGgTA0BOnFujsFNYyKHWQwZL0KwGN4ZeXzuNBSOLSpUPD9ns9KNFCv27zcScNx5n6exvdfPewW9K5WHjHRpYzuGpnJ0O7k-/s320/Fotos+Martina+102.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jama Masjid, New Delhi </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-83745270803729030362008-08-17T07:09:00.001-07:002008-08-17T07:24:19.168-07:00Fotos Shimla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejBFZHgx15MlyCL7wurTuEEtcTit36G5Fqn98sN5KHr-sGSxHkikftbW8a7d-7ipDxvwIzeC6_Pbmd0oqvAEwHZheK0CLDxDmbVshmTFjeUJUFQuIMSlZ4PA4WHPpDMInvFYA8gZG9zIx/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235491541191832834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejBFZHgx15MlyCL7wurTuEEtcTit36G5Fqn98sN5KHr-sGSxHkikftbW8a7d-7ipDxvwIzeC6_Pbmd0oqvAEwHZheK0CLDxDmbVshmTFjeUJUFQuIMSlZ4PA4WHPpDMInvFYA8gZG9zIx/s320/Fotos+Martina+035.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cataratas en el camino<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7ssK_T8RzpV81GqEJhKThMoDnCpUF8yoBbFIrzavyu3vEZd1qOXEz_Ds4Ty8bHYITRrLSffyAklX0Qvvp_196NgAnNQ0r300U6Qg6qlKD4FCZPBN0z3KnXp0kX3jMCJMqf9BVqXFho3Y/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235491190770874498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7ssK_T8RzpV81GqEJhKThMoDnCpUF8yoBbFIrzavyu3vEZd1qOXEz_Ds4Ty8bHYITRrLSffyAklX0Qvvp_196NgAnNQ0r300U6Qg6qlKD4FCZPBN0z3KnXp0kX3jMCJMqf9BVqXFho3Y/s320/Fotos+Martina+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> Camino a Shimla<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh764RZyFOF6juFz44r_k__fS4O-W60rLrBOWuG0X4hRCzgM2flHH6ZvaoZcArEEha0oHmLLlpjnvQjgiaL6G-sonSDbWmwy1v0i0CWX4327ZkVp-3Ics6nFaTeJxeXVBTkng4kdlIE1Hmx/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490835996118178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh764RZyFOF6juFz44r_k__fS4O-W60rLrBOWuG0X4hRCzgM2flHH6ZvaoZcArEEha0oHmLLlpjnvQjgiaL6G-sonSDbWmwy1v0i0CWX4327ZkVp-3Ics6nFaTeJxeXVBTkng4kdlIE1Hmx/s320/Fotos+Martina+040.jpg" border="0" /></a>Camino a Shimla<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXc_8D09dIsJvvZ71G-CCsAQktQeaqa07qyrRAPiVlgS_9YSiLdpxNZt-XEEPRz29x50P6Et8ni0HydJ5P-YUCc-OYq44rFXDvplvLTZgwq3plC1NgaYv206rFvlb_cStmbgV6NwqhNkp/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490417292713682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXc_8D09dIsJvvZ71G-CCsAQktQeaqa07qyrRAPiVlgS_9YSiLdpxNZt-XEEPRz29x50P6Et8ni0HydJ5P-YUCc-OYq44rFXDvplvLTZgwq3plC1NgaYv206rFvlb_cStmbgV6NwqhNkp/s320/Fotos+Martina+043.jpg" border="0" /></a> Arte<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq6cNhXRQCXdFvteW4GVWoSmAUs85jO-MuvEYP58RXkuYiOyUquMgh3423IdN2n2BO5oF1VJ8cHjOaD9R1ML4hLEQ9yEY6KGipJJMvAwH1-9EI6M-WhTE1z9hmTeY3LLBDT_arwGqvGFO/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235490053045305346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq6cNhXRQCXdFvteW4GVWoSmAUs85jO-MuvEYP58RXkuYiOyUquMgh3423IdN2n2BO5oF1VJ8cHjOaD9R1ML4hLEQ9yEY6KGipJJMvAwH1-9EI6M-WhTE1z9hmTeY3LLBDT_arwGqvGFO/s320/Fotos+Martina+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> Una de las muchas escalinatas que derivan en una y otra calle de Shimla<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5lS2arjfkjNMhkEmBXY_zvg2nm7aLWDfJ8i0CrLpKbeqcEKxIEFN12nRmknvEx8yjRWdjkyq3al0J0uQHn-rSZt_bJ9ewSBTDy1hzXVKgKYJztCX9VYv8WPrAAKJqJnTEiq56Xla0l_z/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235489649729297426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5lS2arjfkjNMhkEmBXY_zvg2nm7aLWDfJ8i0CrLpKbeqcEKxIEFN12nRmknvEx8yjRWdjkyq3al0J0uQHn-rSZt_bJ9ewSBTDy1hzXVKgKYJztCX9VYv8WPrAAKJqJnTEiq56Xla0l_z/s320/Fotos+Martina+049.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hombres cargando ladrillos<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1x9NcrRb8gekS7NoIQUuAfAGSpfXJ2WcG9zvX6C3ZJvfbuq4RmmsnxUPZE86hesx8YTMDsmdKRN1pIV2FzvKm9kcBToZWSr4k-_6namNlqAUy9IoIKQo6-BC18dAp1fMuX53o4TB5s2Sk/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235489285574839330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1x9NcrRb8gekS7NoIQUuAfAGSpfXJ2WcG9zvX6C3ZJvfbuq4RmmsnxUPZE86hesx8YTMDsmdKRN1pIV2FzvKm9kcBToZWSr4k-_6namNlqAUy9IoIKQo6-BC18dAp1fMuX53o4TB5s2Sk/s320/Fotos+Martina+052.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tipicas casas de Shimla<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZb0_wxacb5F7z2JqdeTP6FOJ5Qnz2Dax01prSaI58NFAONVQhSy7AQH_BA3EQk6aJ1hcOE26iT0RKOIX8ZNu-zbdmQKYLSuIBI-Vnvj8IJ4hhllOowgfQVr7cGmwTOYhypAxuNjEzntBm/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235488940162358738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZb0_wxacb5F7z2JqdeTP6FOJ5Qnz2Dax01prSaI58NFAONVQhSy7AQH_BA3EQk6aJ1hcOE26iT0RKOIX8ZNu-zbdmQKYLSuIBI-Vnvj8IJ4hhllOowgfQVr7cGmwTOYhypAxuNjEzntBm/s320/Fotos+Martina+054.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />Iglesia de Cristo en ShimlaMartina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-63347344229211980892008-08-17T07:08:00.000-07:002008-08-17T07:58:48.265-07:00Manali, Shimla y un vistazo a Delhi...<div align="justify">Aca estamos escribiendo desde Nueva Delhi finalmente! Parece que hace una vida que estamos en la India y solo paso un mes y medio mas o menos, todavia nos queda mucho camino por recorrer….que bueno!!<br />Antes de contarles de Delhi mejor ponerlos al dia con los <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-fRvvddBrYqYOJ95KMe2c8um1ETBZvG75V_CmlvIkPyz90Hqk8KA345DU4Li7PCccobA3poqwyrbD3Ck9qDNjxD1mogOS3O2F22LS1T2Lf0dn4FtyuPxhh0LVoe39SzsCgedq3atyq7S/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235499704591256226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-fRvvddBrYqYOJ95KMe2c8um1ETBZvG75V_CmlvIkPyz90Hqk8KA345DU4Li7PCccobA3poqwyrbD3Ck9qDNjxD1mogOS3O2F22LS1T2Lf0dn4FtyuPxhh0LVoe39SzsCgedq3atyq7S/s320/Fotos+Martina+015.jpg" border="0" /></a>otros destinos! Despues de McLeod Ganj, que tuvo como maximo atractivo la posibilidad de verlo al Dalai Lama, la calma y el cambio de aire dado por la comunidad tibetana, y el improvisado cine al que fuimos debajo de una verduleria, nos dirijimos junto con la pareja de holandeses a Manali. Cansados de las grandes ciudades decidimos seguir con el aire fresco de las montanias! En Manali hay un monton de actividades, rafting, trekkings, etc, pero no pudimos hacer ninguno por el clima, llovio y llovio! (ya se que estan pensando que igual no iba a hacer ninguno! Pero aunq no me crean si iba a hacer zorbing! Cuando te meten en una bola de plastico gigante y rodas por una colina! En fin sera en otra oportunidad!)<br />Aunque el clima no nos acompanio cuando cedia un poco si saliamos a caminar, habia caminatas cortas de 5-10 km a aldeas cercanas como Vashist a la que fuimos a pesar de las inclemencias meteorologicas! Los caminos de montania nos daban la posibilidad de meternos entre medio de aldeas, donde la gente muy amable nos indicaba el camino y posaba con gusto (y sin pedir a cambio) para las fotos. La arquitectura de las casas, si bien venidas a menos por el clima, era increible, con detalles labrados en madera y alternando piedras con este ultimo.<br />Manali fue un descanso de las ciudades y del ruido, donde lo unico que escuchabamos era el sonido del Rio y los pajaros y nuestros ojos se llenaron de las plantaciones de manzana por todos lados, los caminitos al costado de las montanias y la marihuana que para nuestra sorpresa crecia libremente en el campo! (foto:bhang quiere decir marihuana y no se ve pero en el fondo estan las plantitas!! ademas es un pueblo supongo que no pusieron el cartel por eso!)<br /></div><div align="justify">Desde Manali Mark y Marieke nuestros amigos holandeses seguian camino a Leh (mas al norte) y nosotros nos ibamos al Sur, a Shimla, otro pueblo de montania. El camino hasta ahi fue lindisimo en omnibus y cruzando las montanias viendo rios y cataratas a nuestro paso. Llegamos a Shimla y fuimos a buscar hotel, tras una subida con la mochila que por poco me mata encontramos uno bueno bonito y barato. La recepcion de bienvendida en Shimla nos la dieron los monos, miles de monos, que no eran lindos y pacificos, no no MALOS MALISIMOS! No es que siempre hayan sido asi pero la gente les da de comer y claro te ven comiendo algo y se te tiran encima! Shimla era similar a Manali en cuanto a las vistas de montania pero la arquitectura era completamente distinta, totalmente inglesa! Antes solia ser el lugar donde los ingleses, en el tiempo de la colonia, iban a descansar, asiq quedan sus rastros por donde se mire.<br />Desde Shimla, nos tomamos un tren al que llaman, Tren de Juguete, que pasa por 103 puentes y <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppDFqlWGj-w1X-fMCnKnhHDlxr8MZwJT0rk4Yd7H95sGIr5Qjm5TZleU4s6CwmXk2Tr8QVXxAi0Nkbofj6StMPFDISQUXUVoxoD0RGor2_8lvFZW5vXavXsjUpVfjau1zwQHFocIGGq4n/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235500696753067202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppDFqlWGj-w1X-fMCnKnhHDlxr8MZwJT0rk4Yd7H95sGIr5Qjm5TZleU4s6CwmXk2Tr8QVXxAi0Nkbofj6StMPFDISQUXUVoxoD0RGor2_8lvFZW5vXavXsjUpVfjau1zwQHFocIGGq4n/s320/Fotos+Martina+061.jpg" border="0" /></a>tarda 6 horas en recorrer 100 km!! Pero vale la pena por las vistas que ofrece de la montania! Cambiamos de tren en Kalka y nos tomamos el Himalayan Queen que nos trajo hasta Nueva Delhi!! Hay que decir que llegar a delhi intimida un poco pero veniamos con un poco mas de confianza ya que habiendo estado en Mumbai, y sintiendonos mas que comodos, cuando todos dicen que es peor, nos dio un poco mas de confianza. Bajamos del tren y decidimos caminar hasta Parang Ganj la zona donde estan todos los hoteles baratos y que por suerte esta a 5 minutos de la estacion a pie. (foto: inscripcion en las paredes de las terminales del tren)<br /><br />Nuestra calle, y donde estan todos los hoteles baratos obvio, es pura vida y movimiento, con negocios que venden de todo a toda hora. Recorrimos la zona de Connaught Place, se largo a llover terrencialmente y buscamos refugio en los bazares. Las calles son todo lo que nos imaginabamos, sucias y muy caoticas. El 15 de Agosto fue el dia de la Independencia de la India y salimos recorrerla aunque todo estuviera cerrado. Ahi pudimos ver otro lado de la ciudad caminando por el viejo Delhi. Al estar todo cerrado, todo aquel con familia estaba en su casa reunido, la calle quedaba libre para los locos y los solos. Caminamos por rincones donde la miseria era palpable y donde ver a alguien fumando crack o preparando heroina parecia lo mas normal del mundo. Seguimos recorriendo la ciudad hasta que nos metimos en el subte para volver, otra sorpresa. El subte mas moderno que vi en mi vida, mas que cualquiera de europa. Limpio, organizado, puntual y con aire acondicionado en los vagones!! Otra de esas sorpresas que te da la India cambiando de un segundo a otro sin estar uno preparado!<br /><br />Recorrimos el Red Fort (Lal Quila), construido por el mismo Sha que construyo el Taj Mahal, y por dentro se puede ver las similitudes, claro esta sin la magnitud del Taj. Fuimos despues a la mezquita de Jama Masjid, la mas grande en la India, donde pudimos evadir con exito a los que querian cobrar 200 Rs para entrar....muchos pagaron! Igual no pudimos evadir otro viejo y SUCIO truco que le toco vivir a brad! Se te acerca uno senilanadote el piso y cuando te das vuelta te pone caca, si si, en el pantalon o en el zapato y luego te ofrece limpiarlo y algunos pensando que son re buenos le dan plata cuando en verdad fueron ellos los que te lo pusieron....bueno la asquerosidad estaba hecha pero por lo menos no nos sacaron plata!!<br /><br />Bueno suficiente por hoy, todavia nos quedan dos o tres dias en Delhi (hoy pobre brad estuvo en cama otra vez mal de la panza...y o sorprendida de no ser yo la que esta enferma!), asique veremos lo que nos deparan estos dias!<br /><br />Besos miles a todos!!!</div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-44068573531383896242008-08-17T06:25:00.000-07:002008-08-17T07:07:55.886-07:00Fotos Manali<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUA8EyzKsOqwMV0sEYw6BCF3owP_D6yAhgNH0T-kmeavTCadt9qcIQvL5S7E0mQAmO_3FspL4uXyyc4nZVAtgDAMz0qh95Bwwxl2ziWs8_mFG4tzrwmXdrulF8rbbUInKwxoUvTju6Ji4G/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486276253778434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUA8EyzKsOqwMV0sEYw6BCF3owP_D6yAhgNH0T-kmeavTCadt9qcIQvL5S7E0mQAmO_3FspL4uXyyc4nZVAtgDAMz0qh95Bwwxl2ziWs8_mFG4tzrwmXdrulF8rbbUInKwxoUvTju6Ji4G/s320/Fotos+Martina+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vista desde nuestro balcon en el hotel Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsE6lQuSMeE2ooMpjeJelM_74M7jDHl3WZGolQrBPHziAB-FKj1Mb160yjdmzBl7QDaIPorlhoZtrtNxekvkDzUkjAffQRl0sy1aKxWH85aWdCr5LyKgmG4h7Bohfxz2Ozc1mj9tXEUqb/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235485992827311298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsE6lQuSMeE2ooMpjeJelM_74M7jDHl3WZGolQrBPHziAB-FKj1Mb160yjdmzBl7QDaIPorlhoZtrtNxekvkDzUkjAffQRl0sy1aKxWH85aWdCr5LyKgmG4h7Bohfxz2Ozc1mj9tXEUqb/s320/Fotos+Martina+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> Muy tipico de toda india donde hay turistas (y mas turistas locales) hay hombres vendiendo algodon de azucar y globos!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SY-bgRme7Oo0WaYk20QGZ0nYrUqdHTfVKBaK7QMZTLA338gLy4vgjd8sEGZAfPmikisK6h-J2TyCplbZxqnIsLM2vwSEekpR7bwjHUwgar1TcCQpv5jhd-r89KY4SAcLzimt9t8zhH-m/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235485667675567426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SY-bgRme7Oo0WaYk20QGZ0nYrUqdHTfVKBaK7QMZTLA338gLy4vgjd8sEGZAfPmikisK6h-J2TyCplbZxqnIsLM2vwSEekpR7bwjHUwgar1TcCQpv5jhd-r89KY4SAcLzimt9t8zhH-m/s320/Fotos+Martina+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> Marihuana creciendo libre en los prados de Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RLg4bERdKFht13AaH-_1ng13sivzLG1P1s7nwOpCMcIYpnpi5xP-NdNRheNTmqk1SW2fUom4GM3Dcv5ArJMmmrpt_hd_6Z_jyvgTlYPdjguumZ_L2sUHGX7LVluiTUewSTwFF1bVIAOA/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235485166220799842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RLg4bERdKFht13AaH-_1ng13sivzLG1P1s7nwOpCMcIYpnpi5xP-NdNRheNTmqk1SW2fUom4GM3Dcv5ArJMmmrpt_hd_6Z_jyvgTlYPdjguumZ_L2sUHGX7LVluiTUewSTwFF1bVIAOA/s320/Fotos+Martina+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> Escena tipica de Manali, las casas, la ropa colgada un hombre y la vaca...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVhO__IFKJpXF95GwK-_HhRClalfJ8dd-Qs3MJKPQAON-ywh-O_BAsikgk7XOwm4wLO2elCfUS9anMcjlVbNij23tfe3l0JStFRoF5l0TkkdaKvwyu_sQLwHf8FLMatQbWvUoC0ucp_sp/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235484486969818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVhO__IFKJpXF95GwK-_HhRClalfJ8dd-Qs3MJKPQAON-ywh-O_BAsikgk7XOwm4wLO2elCfUS9anMcjlVbNij23tfe3l0JStFRoF5l0TkkdaKvwyu_sQLwHf8FLMatQbWvUoC0ucp_sp/s320/Fotos+Martina+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nenas vendiendo manzanas fruta tradicional de la zona del valle Kullu<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwSk8xRyb_Chlr-j65U3bBS79VK0-uTVJCrqmAa2fA2rn2jMWpg9-hays_c2aQfidPVOlT2YrzwOh5E6dWdPfYjRaJxmbgtQEgDYwaJjrzxg5tmuT74U4GJKLm12JpwbbqJT7Vu4PcWcfe/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483993318459906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwSk8xRyb_Chlr-j65U3bBS79VK0-uTVJCrqmAa2fA2rn2jMWpg9-hays_c2aQfidPVOlT2YrzwOh5E6dWdPfYjRaJxmbgtQEgDYwaJjrzxg5tmuT74U4GJKLm12JpwbbqJT7Vu4PcWcfe/s320/Fotos+Martina+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> Manu Temple<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGbxi2Tg0lm2_LSpx90Xs-JOP56F6Klh74yPuPLyjuca_uPd3BDXlYP8OQj5fpbqHfeHlwwho5k1fKSVctY_wenjCvvz-XiQc4wFpc4GXsVGy-KhocRvrq4PvzU0NERoVHhWuu8F7aC_-/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483590586916706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGbxi2Tg0lm2_LSpx90Xs-JOP56F6Klh74yPuPLyjuca_uPd3BDXlYP8OQj5fpbqHfeHlwwho5k1fKSVctY_wenjCvvz-XiQc4wFpc4GXsVGy-KhocRvrq4PvzU0NERoVHhWuu8F7aC_-/s320/Fotos+Martina+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> Casa tipica Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWgQG6VwoUrnzr_uE_O0-YQT1wgZrzScvD5xVVrzXsjiQ-MtIa7Jzo7Cnu_Vd-SPyWTLXxS-Ex5e23_iL60T2QJ-F4_EhTjPkFMAq9yOGugcS6o0pvtElwZ5oOovs1Ps73MZi7qwHvD8H/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483192134068818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWgQG6VwoUrnzr_uE_O0-YQT1wgZrzScvD5xVVrzXsjiQ-MtIa7Jzo7Cnu_Vd-SPyWTLXxS-Ex5e23_iL60T2QJ-F4_EhTjPkFMAq9yOGugcS6o0pvtElwZ5oOovs1Ps73MZi7qwHvD8H/s320/Fotos+Martina+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> Casa tipica en Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ30ZC7mlC8w5ti8kajRmswphAmu7GB7o8yoU0hmM_gspqtbU9w17hUQBbY7IHztTgHWxcxCew62VjCbTU45CcfCbJoIr7k6GaniOvos-xHYK16JmfOmjwrn3L-qHovr5IaqM09oauAHa/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235482727900396962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ30ZC7mlC8w5ti8kajRmswphAmu7GB7o8yoU0hmM_gspqtbU9w17hUQBbY7IHztTgHWxcxCew62VjCbTU45CcfCbJoIr7k6GaniOvos-xHYK16JmfOmjwrn3L-qHovr5IaqM09oauAHa/s320/Fotos+Martina+020.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cargada de alimento para las vacas<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBC54qhUAT_g-Qm_DdE5-XEBK29xpOJMjErc40uPyXTSsDuazOQtUQqV5VEGWCi1RJhC9jBnlXOtzOoiOmeLQDbCxu0JuhWhY4X4dZ4L2-mxESrGwja0O2t7JlPD4qveA6wlKlP1-4ub2S/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235482434615235458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBC54qhUAT_g-Qm_DdE5-XEBK29xpOJMjErc40uPyXTSsDuazOQtUQqV5VEGWCi1RJhC9jBnlXOtzOoiOmeLQDbCxu0JuhWhY4X4dZ4L2-mxESrGwja0O2t7JlPD4qveA6wlKlP1-4ub2S/s320/Fotos+Martina+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mujer arriando vacas (para variar siempre ellas trabajando)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-8Q6yvYZARW7b2gV14A0xtRtDFavFYGO8k66sigXYgzU2_OQK_zsphCPzns9p733aZPKFq9h9R5-6elB35Qjpajx-6Ufagfs-6q9FiAP6eSOxOOOun3_TMH_ag1TVDnN8oP5mg87Mi4E/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235482269256337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-8Q6yvYZARW7b2gV14A0xtRtDFavFYGO8k66sigXYgzU2_OQK_zsphCPzns9p733aZPKFq9h9R5-6elB35Qjpajx-6Ufagfs-6q9FiAP6eSOxOOOun3_TMH_ag1TVDnN8oP5mg87Mi4E/s320/Fotos+Martina+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Templo en Vashist<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihr3MLMzwaqVPNvqmFMR7t_rgVLuVtTo-zCmlbQx0bR9pidwz9VMQrGH6_12CL2KKSpxEbL1JczzW22dVi9B66ZxUXMMe8zOh68M-gTIgFFXdKER4fZw_3lafJ3v1oiDoAt8dCh0vZ7JE/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235481895371090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihr3MLMzwaqVPNvqmFMR7t_rgVLuVtTo-zCmlbQx0bR9pidwz9VMQrGH6_12CL2KKSpxEbL1JczzW22dVi9B66ZxUXMMe8zOh68M-gTIgFFXdKER4fZw_3lafJ3v1oiDoAt8dCh0vZ7JE/s320/Fotos+Martina+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vista de las montanias<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_TkHYv4KtNsMuVWT4iOOj7YWF0eTHBGaVLSxn6ywb96ykSR-fgI8zXNpQG8LuS9mUx_-krPaGANKuvmmvTiU_Rp85pEh4o_6w1_CTY6m1kyDKB5K75lvqiQzOBhETH-E9jrSPKI77xkb/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235481509007401426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_TkHYv4KtNsMuVWT4iOOj7YWF0eTHBGaVLSxn6ywb96ykSR-fgI8zXNpQG8LuS9mUx_-krPaGANKuvmmvTiU_Rp85pEh4o_6w1_CTY6m1kyDKB5K75lvqiQzOBhETH-E9jrSPKI77xkb/s320/Fotos+Martina+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Partido de cricket a orillas del rio Beas, Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqhOC5ij_IcfJDezzDUIwBh79J5uL-TpNGQ9CGWUcmlnw_DiTZ0S1MJWzymvhSKzqJaM8mf0wNdqBPkdBszUJX345R0__jOd613Rkh0LrmuzkiyapG3IEveBmFxb8Z135baBo9WoEIJ1O/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235481135772911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqhOC5ij_IcfJDezzDUIwBh79J5uL-TpNGQ9CGWUcmlnw_DiTZ0S1MJWzymvhSKzqJaM8mf0wNdqBPkdBszUJX345R0__jOd613Rkh0LrmuzkiyapG3IEveBmFxb8Z135baBo9WoEIJ1O/s320/Fotos+Martina+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Templo al arbol de Ghatotkach<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8SWq43bYTxck6p1SMNWOJdnpD0Q5FdBidBK48_1vc1isrW0G18EnK5jxiKDqJ7_zbUt7O53cOFgjcoBlwRgNkqY7CgcGdaoDRnCm55rcGSynyt-CJu8DCkmQxuEShblj64pcehBVOJ5Y/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480775182175938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8SWq43bYTxck6p1SMNWOJdnpD0Q5FdBidBK48_1vc1isrW0G18EnK5jxiKDqJ7_zbUt7O53cOFgjcoBlwRgNkqY7CgcGdaoDRnCm55rcGSynyt-CJu8DCkmQxuEShblj64pcehBVOJ5Y/s320/Fotos+Martina+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> La famosa Yak<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpsNaLHmeYlqHZPy5I8CA7OTm6NbzfvLorh_xBcK_1mWWwLC51hSKUYUFA2j72Mb01HnCqwhMsdZR2SIU6XmRorAMnfH171ZSyTrfru-GyVFgZAiArhTkv8TN4FbfNM82i8-QmDdi0ju0/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480546921168322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpsNaLHmeYlqHZPy5I8CA7OTm6NbzfvLorh_xBcK_1mWWwLC51hSKUYUFA2j72Mb01HnCqwhMsdZR2SIU6XmRorAMnfH171ZSyTrfru-GyVFgZAiArhTkv8TN4FbfNM82i8-QmDdi0ju0/s320/Fotos+Martina+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brad y su conejo de Angora...se queabana reee quietitos...mucho bhang!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCaBUg4n86AyIO0Grrt7IhJqVV8SSoGSmPRl3odySECDPRchbLBe7zIiXjW0pevPsUVOc8hyphenhyphenP7MvdwkO_401Z9Y0YSshxMLVRbqn5UisU0ytv_jrGPoNPUiJsRBuiYpoXaKSBsNcz1gUI/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235480147222458082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCaBUg4n86AyIO0Grrt7IhJqVV8SSoGSmPRl3odySECDPRchbLBe7zIiXjW0pevPsUVOc8hyphenhyphenP7MvdwkO_401Z9Y0YSshxMLVRbqn5UisU0ytv_jrGPoNPUiJsRBuiYpoXaKSBsNcz1gUI/s320/Fotos+Martina+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hadimba Temple, Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqeaFFiR_HT7hISmNc6F57TRHGt2Ay1u74KdWglBbEOlU0Ca1uuY8AiDP-_ne5SQtyq-bwLINQw-22HClwUqeZJ4lpqVaknaFYd1Wig6fk5Fj2ZE9pZ_LRr1ND_-5YxtqNe6Uki1xllUh/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235479743773756290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqeaFFiR_HT7hISmNc6F57TRHGt2Ay1u74KdWglBbEOlU0Ca1uuY8AiDP-_ne5SQtyq-bwLINQw-22HClwUqeZJ4lpqVaknaFYd1Wig6fk5Fj2ZE9pZ_LRr1ND_-5YxtqNe6Uki1xllUh/s320/Fotos+Martina+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Templo Hadimba<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sHmtBmE6Sn3j10cFyL-CGFhkqqbgbedzOgysrX1AW0v95KRLiY3PdkzxdYlpPBeH27Vq6ALm2zeIw0-O_fLdDvEtFpnSGQsq_hU7rJThZwShgVu-tEfVDbFbAOmGPbyIPjP6xJsr6kuH/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235479267629934226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sHmtBmE6Sn3j10cFyL-CGFhkqqbgbedzOgysrX1AW0v95KRLiY3PdkzxdYlpPBeH27Vq6ALm2zeIw0-O_fLdDvEtFpnSGQsq_hU7rJThZwShgVu-tEfVDbFbAOmGPbyIPjP6xJsr6kuH/s320/Fotos+Martina+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rio Beas en Manali<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPpc498FwB_1E4NlP5kLkgMiPB5JYYYAa_wyXkpde83K4UtUBCTOJinNS-GyfyLBBlVuVSmP5dwfeTGmRS4ZdJuC45H02z8bz3_MkFbfLKb4Hczt99gJ-BLCJMkN-wAdnP34Opd3qOCL7/s1600-h/Fotos+Martina+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235478738097853266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPpc498FwB_1E4NlP5kLkgMiPB5JYYYAa_wyXkpde83K4UtUBCTOJinNS-GyfyLBBlVuVSmP5dwfeTGmRS4ZdJuC45H02z8bz3_MkFbfLKb4Hczt99gJ-BLCJMkN-wAdnP34Opd3qOCL7/s320/Fotos+Martina+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Ninio pescando en el rioBeas de Manali, en menos de dos segundos tenia una trucha</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-6347113466845524502008-08-04T07:15:00.000-07:002008-12-10T20:21:04.575-08:00<span style="color:#ff9966;">Hola a todos!!!<br />Como estan!! Por aca todo muy bien escribiendo desde McLeod Ganj hogar del gobierno tibetano en el exilio y residencia del Dalai Lama con quien pasamos la tarde....pero ya vamos a llegar a eso! Antes les cuento de Amristar, donde descubri uno de los lugares mas lindos desde que empezamos el viaje. Despues que Brad se mejoro de su gastroenteritis fulminante, salimos a recorrer Amristar y el Golden Temple, el lugar sagrado de los Sikhs. El templo es imponente, no por su tamanio como el Taj Mahal sino por su belleza (sin desmerecer la belleza del Taj Mahal obvio!). El templo esta recubierto de oro y el interior esta forrado del mismo oro e incrustado con piedas preciosas. Todo en el complejo del Golden Temple tiene una atmosfera espiritual, el mismo esta en el medio de un lago artificial donde peregrinos Sikhs, con sus turbantes de colores, sus barbas largas y luciendo con orgullo la daga que llevan colgada cruzandoles el pecho se banian y rezan. La entrada al templo es gratis y adentro voluntarios preparan dos veces por dia la comida que tambien es gratis para al rededor de 40.000 peregrinos. Hay tambien adentro del complejo dormitorios gratis donde uno se puede quedar a dormir. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230666884118194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnyUXqeSBzLg4MFfchgOYQ3J4Nv5HUh_RnsZ4vu4Q4KXDIXEBEo7lIayu_TVyrZe0G7A0zOz8kIp5ymVyHDyz2izDcks1MASZiPcRInJDwYT6rUWRWoLR-BarOhJq6xoZ7N8ZEFs-J6is/s320/fotos+agra+060.jpg" border="0" />Mientras caminabamos al rededor del lago admirando la belleza del Templo nos encontro Gopal un Sikh que vive en Londres y que estaba en Amristar organizando y coordinando un grupo de rehabilitacion de drogas. El nos explico acerca de la filosofia Sikh, y como ellos toman la religion como filosofia y forma de vida donde se rigen por principios morales orientados al bien. Reconocen y respetan a todas las religiones que tienen como fin alcanzar el bien. Nos explico todos los elementos que distinguen a un Sikh, las 5 K's por su nombre en hindi, la pulsera de hierro que llevan en la muneca, el turbante, la barba y el pelo largo y la daga que llevan cruzada. Para entrar al templo habia que hacer una cola bastante larga que como ibamos a ir a la frontera con Pakistan no teniamos tiempo de hacer pero el nos guio hasta la puerta y aunque no queriamos saltar la cola, el insistio en que para ellos era una obligacion y un honor mostrarnos su forma de vida y su filosofia, con lo cual llegamos a la entrada del templo en 2 minutos en lugar de en 2 horas. Por adentro era tan impresionante como por fuera. Con la belleza tanto fisica como espiritual que le daba el canto constante de los 4 sacerdotes por llamarlos de alguna manera que cantan las 24 horas los versos de su libro sagrado.<br />En fin, tuvimos una experiencia increible, siendo este el primer lugar donde realmente pude sentir la espiritualidad de la India, acompaniado por la generosidad de los Sikhs que nos dieron la bienvenida y nos dejaron ver un poco solamente como son y la belleza de su filosofia.<br />Esa misma tarde nos esperaba un espectaculo distinto en la frontera de Attari-Wagah entre la India y Pakistan. En la entrada de Brad pueden ver un video, es irreal, gradas que parecen de un partido de futbol del lado indio musica banghra y hombres y mujeres bailando en la calle al grito de "Hindustan!", todo esto como preambulo a la actual ceremonia del cierre de frontera. De ambos lados, tanto de la India como de Pakistan, ambos grupos de soldados se dirigen hacia la frontera del vecino pais haciendo un despliegue de fuerza y machismo teatrico que a nosotros los turistas nos arranca alguna que otra risa pero para ellos es una demostracion de fuerza y patriotismo muy serio. Una experiencia surrealista sin duda.<br />Ahora les escribo desde McLeod Ganj, como ya les dije el epicentro de la comunidad tibetana en el exilio. Ni bien llegamos, nosotros y nuestros nuevos amigos una pareja de holandeses, Marieke y Mark y dos inglesitos, Steven y Alex, nos sentimos en otro pais. Nuestra primera impresion fue rara, ya que llegamos un sabado a la noche y lo que pensamos iba a ser un pueblo tranquilo y espiritual hogar del Dalai Lama, parecia mas un resort con restaurantes y fiestas, cervezas y jolgorio....igualmente, solo fue la primera impresion, a la maniana siguiente nos despertamos con la vista de los Himalayas Indios, nos encontramos con monjes budistas tibetanos y vimos como de repente parecia que habiamos salido de la India y nos encontrabamos en el Tibet.<br />Tuvimos la suerte que el Dalai Lama iba a dar por 3 dias solamente lecturas en el templo Budista de McLeod, asique fuimos a la oficina de seguridad para registrarnos con nuestros pasaportes y obtener nuestra credencial para poder entrar al templo. Esa misma tarde fuimos a visitar el templo a ver como era, y nos enteramos que la gente dejaba un papel con su nombre en el piso para reservar lugar, asique para no ser menos hicimos lo mismo. Dejamos nuestros 6 nombres en dos lugares distintos por las dudas!<br />Esa noche fuimos a ver un documental y una obra de teatro hecha por tibetanos mostrando la situacion de los tibetanos en tibet y los abusos cometidos por el gobierno chino, el tono de la obra fue mas bien violento ( ni hablar que la situacion para los tibetanos en el tibet ES violenta), pero bueno, la obra desperto el debate entre nosotros que nos quedamos hasta la medianoche hablando sobre la misma.<br />Hoy a la maniana fuimos al templo a escuchar la lectura del Dalai Lama. La primera fue a la maniana pero como iba a estar muy lleno decidimos ir recien a la segunda que era a la 1 de la tarde. Alquilamos unas radios por donde podiamos escuchar la traduccion al ingles, y compartimos 2 horas con su Santidad el Dalai Lama que hablo sobre el Budismo Tibetano y la forma de alcanzar nirvana. La traduccion en ingles no era la mejor y dado nuestro poco conocimiento del Budismo hubieron muchas cosas que no entendimos, los monjes que asistian tomaban notas, algunos se quedaban dormidos (y que no me digan que estaban meditando..), como si fuera una clase en una universidad. Mas alla de lo que podamos o no haber entendido, tenerlo al Dalai Lama a 2 metros de distancia fue una experiencia unica y un privilegio.<br />Por ahora me despido, seguramente maniana salgamos para Manali, si la lluvia y las rutas lo permiten, son caminos de montania con camino de barro asiq cuando llueve se complica, pero bueno, nos iremos contentos sintiendo que tuvimos la suerte de verlo al Dalai Lama y de vivir un poco la vida del Tibet.<br />Besos y Abrazos desde los Himalayas!</span>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307051294199211779.post-8565141050280087892008-08-04T06:58:00.000-07:002008-12-10T20:21:05.635-08:00Fotos McLeod Ganj<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzXZb7W_oABEwKgI1Sfavtp4n3lQ4Mrfk64jePvKQ5kzcjzM02W18E7l6qDqbGqDhA6oQTfZwkhhFHLGRj-T8aNvJcrfyDcnrqzpxX3L6Jtg1jLpNEP985M8QTvnC7fnofy0u8KlYmVAS/s1600-h/fotos+mcleod+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230665942435880818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzXZb7W_oABEwKgI1Sfavtp4n3lQ4Mrfk64jePvKQ5kzcjzM02W18E7l6qDqbGqDhA6oQTfZwkhhFHLGRj-T8aNvJcrfyDcnrqzpxX3L6Jtg1jLpNEP985M8QTvnC7fnofy0u8KlYmVAS/s320/fotos+mcleod+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Himalayas<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBqZjQqG2bFzqu2ilH505a3mEnfCUAY89K2OE7P5RxV_IRDUbvULdTGv1zgMxHGJ5cgy0HLm8n9RBat4kcoONFF-UmZ1L7NQdnvbU1W-Q4Mcbonqatu55oh5W6lQ8LHo4pK_7lsHg32PK/s1600-h/fotos+mcleod+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230665236998214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBqZjQqG2bFzqu2ilH505a3mEnfCUAY89K2OE7P5RxV_IRDUbvULdTGv1zgMxHGJ5cgy0HLm8n9RBat4kcoONFF-UmZ1L7NQdnvbU1W-Q4Mcbonqatu55oh5W6lQ8LHo4pK_7lsHg32PK/s320/fotos+mcleod+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Palco desde donde hablaba el Dalai Lama, no se podia llevar la camara el dia de la lectura.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBcmkb2cPRpsAOwSXAR2apnJD900o6kbZZI1XPAb1bPBiFTclcuo_2iJuGVNHvbk_m7ik2IcmCsSM1YMx-eG-XckCZlihZDpLqMIlTUQ1zWl9Tjw__A5LBmcA46lFIrjkK1fP0XQkn0tq/s1600-h/fotos+mcleod+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230664452801184194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBcmkb2cPRpsAOwSXAR2apnJD900o6kbZZI1XPAb1bPBiFTclcuo_2iJuGVNHvbk_m7ik2IcmCsSM1YMx-eG-XckCZlihZDpLqMIlTUQ1zWl9Tjw__A5LBmcA46lFIrjkK1fP0XQkn0tq/s320/fotos+mcleod+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Saving our spots for the lecture...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46R1ZRzZz52tcEln5n9mPsxuCS0Khf_xr8eHASsG7EJ3e5ZxooWBJA30Wxy9iDsJSLbQl90NN4wwr9Um_Z91QZruNrNpu5-DGrhdPYA473lQNMoh6iwYw4-nMZzX0dP1mwLaR4ZANhs4R/s1600-h/fotos+mcleod+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230663758093517234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46R1ZRzZz52tcEln5n9mPsxuCS0Khf_xr8eHASsG7EJ3e5ZxooWBJA30Wxy9iDsJSLbQl90NN4wwr9Um_Z91QZruNrNpu5-DGrhdPYA473lQNMoh6iwYw4-nMZzX0dP1mwLaR4ZANhs4R/s320/fotos+mcleod+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Monje Budista rezando<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUC9TOhux_u4caX3vrrUC8Qf3Ss-sdnQIVRKMhHMIK-1ObfthOsYYaMQqpZih3ichcBSWKeKmXiTbypBgAyPAnoUAMmE0TtvyeS5FI6d75GPGooC3SZVaQKYa-Rd390NvKvazoT84rT0m/s1600-h/fotos+mcleod+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230663089861588162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUC9TOhux_u4caX3vrrUC8Qf3Ss-sdnQIVRKMhHMIK-1ObfthOsYYaMQqpZih3ichcBSWKeKmXiTbypBgAyPAnoUAMmE0TtvyeS5FI6d75GPGooC3SZVaQKYa-Rd390NvKvazoT84rT0m/s320/fotos+mcleod+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Monjes Tibetanos en el Templo un dia antes de la lectura del Dalai Lama<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8lOvIkCowFj3CeVsp07nmCL_H0Vnzaonjd6T8puuTQ4On70Lz5bfFSfVGazyDetJPc7pm_CSh-f1P-AxzYxmOf3rm4R1y9XlFcRvaRvFEcMC_nvW7uEUfy4QM2OTgiFn8JXx3ExEEUJ9/s1600-h/fotos+mcleod+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230662378276709506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8lOvIkCowFj3CeVsp07nmCL_H0Vnzaonjd6T8puuTQ4On70Lz5bfFSfVGazyDetJPc7pm_CSh-f1P-AxzYxmOf3rm4R1y9XlFcRvaRvFEcMC_nvW7uEUfy4QM2OTgiFn8JXx3ExEEUJ9/s320/fotos+mcleod+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Obra de teatro sobre la situacion de los tibetanos en Tibet. </div></div></div></div></div>Martina Chalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015732177514292404noreply@blogger.com0