Chinese gates and inventions
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It has been a long time since i wrote, partly because there was no internet and partly because when I was in places with internet there as no time. This is why i have not written anything since Varanasi, even though that seems such a long time ago. Ok, let me quickly tell you all that happenend since.
From Varanasi I went and boarded a train to Calcutta. One of the major cities in India and one i figured I should see, since I was sort of in the area. I stayed in Chowringee, an area with lots of traveler places and by chance I met up with this couple that was cycling through India, that I had met in Bodhgaya. They had cycled their way into Calcutta in the same amount of time it took me to visit Varanasi and come down.
Calcutta is huge, congested and the airpollution sort of got to me, but other than that I had some really nice days.
The next day a girl staying in the same dorm and I went out to see some of the obligatory Calcutta sights such as the queen Victoria Memorial (a huge marble palace like structure that has no apparent function at all, though somtimes expositions are held there) and the Saint Pauls cathedral, which was quite nice but full of memorial plaques for militatry people. After that is was time for a different religion and we went down to the huge Kali temple. There we were met by some temple priest who did everything in his power to ensure we would buy lots of offerings to present to the goddes, which we managed to dodge except for some flowers and incence. The temple was nice, huge and quite chaotic. We had read the ther would a lot of goat-offerings going on, so we expected quite a bllody scene, but nothing of the sort.
The nex day, the battery charger of my amera decided to stop doing its job. I went to one of the many little stalls around the area that claimed they could fix everything to do with mobile phones, and figuered if they could fix phone chargers, they might also be able to fix camera chargers. The guy looked at my charger for a long time, decided he could not fix it, but he had a universal charger that was just about a hundred rupees, which i bought.
Meanwhile I had been trying to track down the address of my friend Siddamma, who lives in Chennai and runs an organisation there that works for the local tribal people. Her old address and phone number were not werking anymore. Finally I decided to just go down to chennai and try her office, so that night I boarded a train for a thirty (!) hour traintrip down to the southern coast. But what happened there is for another story.