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i slept in this small hotel tonight.

a bunch of chinese buddhist nuns hoarded in the hall . they giggled . they were outcast in china. female, religious, from rural chinese province told by their reddish faces, naive or i should say imbecilic, dialect speaking, they must be the pariah in chinese caste system. that explains why they felt so relieved in another country.

the god of tibetans, a living person, dalai lama . he lives somewhere in india, but definitely not in this poor slum clogged by his supposed subjects.

amyway, i was a bit ashamed of my curiosity-hunting purpose in this community. kind of gloating over their political insecurity.

big sutra rotater. such a lazy way to pray to god. it is said to rotate it one time equals to read their "bible" for one time. maybe this thing exists in a religion which holds a large population of illiterates.

the central square with a tent , served as a place for people to gather and chat in leisure time.

the 20 minute rickshaw ride was more thrilling than a roller coaster.

reversely riding a rickety thing among furiously darting cars. i dare not put my hands on the armrails, i did not want them to be pared off by the cars which passed by by a hair's breadth.

i made it to the colony

out of the metro, i tried to gain direction from a couple of tibetan . the husband who could not speak english pushed me to his wife who told me and the rickshaw driver where that place was .

this never gonna happen among indian couples. each time i asked a indian female for direction, the male would chime in and voluntarily say something , no matter how worse his english was than the woman.

obviously, tibetans are more open minded and developed.

skillfully turned to the metro. i did not need to look at the map this time.

but the tibetan colony was far and with inconvenient tranport situation.

i needed to take metro and then a rickshaw for twenty minutes

out of the station, i was immediately harrassed by touts . i looked obviously like a tourist. they wished me to stay in their hotels, but my aim was firm, tonight i would stay in a tibetan refugee's house.

a "deluxe toilet" located before the station.

in afternoon, arrived in old delhi station. this one was as giant as new delhi station. both were connected with metro.

everytime when the train crossed the border of states , they would stay for at least 10 mimutes to wait for orders. but when coming into three biggest cities, mumbai, delhi and kolkata, the trains waited half an hour.

i was waiting outside delhi. a farmer-turned-worker sitting opposite to me.

on my way back to delhi.

the big fan in amritsar station

day 17

from border amritsar back to new delhi

amikable97:
Why does all Indian food (at least 90% of the ones you have shown us so far) look so unappetizing and unappealing...

Don't they have ones that look a bit more presentable

i dont choose the food. i eat what they provide. that is their staple food.

Holywizard:
Must he go raw?
Don't tell me that condom is not 100% safe because I know

man, if you want to hear my sex tourism experience, i can start a new thread about my journey in philipines. that is the right place for sex. i will stick to my indian trip right now

Holywizard:
forget about the hotness. Once u lodge in a guesthouse with an active AC...boom!

they will switch the AC off at 7am . and i have 10000miles to go

Holywizard:
Bro, all these while u haven't slept with any girl.
What's the essence of traveling?
You need to taste Indian pùssy

is this what you travel for?

i did not even think of sex , it was so hot in india. 40 to 45 degree everyday.

end of day 16

nice food by the nepalese cook. this was rice.

nice food by the nepalese cook. this was cauliflower , yummy

yeah, this nepalese cook knew my taste.

he was polite to the extent of docile. to a nepalese, india is what dubai to an indian.

i have been to nepal twice. but i found their domestic food very untasty. maybe he had EVOLVED in india.

i left it on the table and went out for another real meal.

roast it, boil it in milk, then put curry on it. what the H?

night snack . roasted tofu rod. i thought it was meat yesterday, i salivated for one whole day. but it turned out to be tofu , and prepared in a very unappetizing way.

the driver found an old man down with his heavy bike, he ordered the youngsters in the tuk tuk to help him up.

i had to take another tuk tuk back. the driver who always smiled ear to ear.

street lights on, still trapped at the border, i could not find my tuk tuk

dusk covered the border, looking for my tuk tuk to go back. that side is pakistan

eagle flying free in the sky, crossing the man-made border.

indian patriotism in quintessence !

escorting back the national flag in the deafening roaring of the indian audience. about 30 thousand people on site, i guess.

the muslim fury ! pakistan counterpart with same vigor. said to stomp a pair of boots broken each week.