[English version below]
Vista da cama de cima do trem. |
Preparando uma pseudo-caipirinha Misturando Índia, França, Camarões e Brasil! |
A
comunicação foi escassa nesse momento. A família que estava dividindo o espaço
comigo aparentemente não falava inglês. Os homens sempre bem sérios e as
mulheres mais dóceis.
Passei a
viagem lendo, escrevendo em meu computador (sim, tem energia dentro do trem) e
dormindo. Quando o horário de chegada foi se aproximado, fiquei bem alerta pois
já havia percebido que não existe nenhum anúncio de que chegou em determinada
estação. Eu sabia que deveria descer em Bangalore City, mas Bangalore possui
mais algumas outras estações. Nesse momento descobri que Bangalore city é a
última estação que o trem vai.
Cheguei em
Bangalore e liguei para o meu amigo que é indiano. Perguntei a ele quanto
custaria o autorickshaw até a casa dele, e ele disse em média 150 rúpias. E
muito claro: não pague mais de 200 rúpias. Saí da estação e veio aquela chuva
de motoristas gritando (literalmente): “taxi, madam?” Fui perguntando quanto
era até o bairro que queria ir (Indira Nagar) e uns falavam 600, outros 500.
Até que, como estava muito cansada, consegui um por 300. Fui. Cheguei na casa
do Anush e nem acreditei que depois de 2 anos, depois de ter hospedado ele pelo
Couchsurfing na minha casa em 2010, eu estava na Índia, na casa dele. Logicamente
eu descobri que as 300 rúpias era demais para a viagem e ele me explicou sobre
os lugares de taxi pre pagos.
Meus
primeiros dias em Bangalore foram para descanso. Saímos para algumas festinhas,
despedidas, aniversários, almoços maravilhosos. Foi tempo de arrumar as coisas
para continuar indo para o sul, próximo destino: Kerala.
Comendo a tradicional comida do sul da Índia (sem talher!) |
Decidi ir
para Kerala de ônibus, tinha um que saía do bairro onde eu estava. Arrumei
minhas malas, tirando o desnecessário e deixando em Bangalore. Naquela altura
já tinha reparado quanto coisa inútil a gente insiste em carregar. Anush me
levou no ponto e eu parti. Meu Couchsurfer Host e uma nova aventura me
esperavam.
[English Version]
Bangalore: my home in India.
I entered in that train very tired. After spending a
long time waiting in Delhi train station, with Indian style – sleeping on my
bag in whatever corner – I laid in in the upper bed and slept. For hours and hours. The train would take 40 hours to arrive in
Bangalore. I had bought some biscuits because I didn’t know how things
work inside the train to eat, I would spend 2 days inside the train, nonstop.
There I discovered that it’s possible to request a
meal and you pay when the food arrives. And during the day there are some guys
selling the famous chai and some snacks.
The communication was restricted at this moment. The
family in the same space that I was, apparently didn’t speak English. The man were
always serious and the woman sweet.
I spent my trip time reading, writing in my computer –
yes there is energy inside the train – and sleeping. When the arrival time was
coming, I start to pay attention, cause I had already noticed that they do not
announce the stations. I knew that I had to stay in Bangalore City station, but
Bangalore has some others stations. At that moment I discovered that Bangalore
City is the last one of the train.
I arrived in Bangalore and I called to my Indian
friend. I asked him how much the auto rickshaw is until his house and he said
around 150 rupees. And he was very clear: do not pay more than 200. I went out
the station and a lot of drivers came in my direction, screaming (literally):
“Taxi, madam?” I start to ask how much would cost until the neighborhood I had
to go (Indira Nagar). Some said 600 others 500. And in the end I was so tired
that I got the one for 300. I went to Anush’s house and I couldn’t believe that
after 2 years, after hosting him in my house in Brazil in 2010 through Couch
Surfing, I was meeting him again in his house. Obviously I discovered that 300
rupees was too much, and he explained to me how to take the pre-paid taxi.
My first days in Bangalore were just to rest. We went
out to some parties and events, and wonderful lunches. It was the time to
continue packing my stuff to the south destiny: Kerala.
A typical green auto rickshaw |
Before going, talking to my friend roommate, I knew
about a meditation course called Vipassana. He said that it was an amazing
experience, with 10 days in silence to learn a meditation technique. The idea
was great. I never had done something similar, and I needed some days in
silence. He convinced me easily with the phrase: “everybody should do it once
in life”. In the same day I did my registry. I would spend 1 week in Kerala and
come back to Bangalore to do the course.
I decided to go to Kerala by bus, and I found one with
Indira Nagar departure, 2 streets from the place I was. I packed my stuff,
putting out the unnecessary and leavin in Bangalore. At that time I had already
noticed how many no useful things we insist to carry. Anush went to the bus
stop with me and I left. My Couchsurfer host and a new adventure were waiting
for me.
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