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Thursday 1 April 2010 - Dubai and arriving in Germany, Dusseldorf

When I landed in Dubai, the final battle had just begun to Andorra and the monitors were black. How stupid, now I had to wait until my next flight leaves in 8 hours from Dubai to Dusseldorf. In Dubai I had a lot of time and talked in the meantime with an Indian woman, who had helped on the plane briefly with her little sleeping child. She is traveling with her young child on the way to her husband in Holland, who works there and they will be collected by him in Dusseldorf. Through them I learned that when you fly with Emirates and has more than 4 hours Transfer stay between flights, that you then can get a free meal in the Emirates Lounge. So we went to the lounge where , the food only once to complete. We decided early in the morning to make the next flight. Then we found a couple of lawn chairs and sat on it to spend the night there. Meanwhile, some people went away on the chairs next to us and new ones were added. Thus, even a German young couple sat next to us, which I told of the breakfast at Emirates, because they traveled with this airline. They were surprised and grateful for the breakfast information because they knew nothing about it.
counter morning the Indian woman, her child and I to the lounge, where we expected a long queue. The corresponding charge of the vouchers Person, had gone to the break without the detachment had arrived, which was probably still in transit. We were early enough to set off for dinner, but had concerns that we, with so many people waiting not arrive in time for breakfast. After half an hour, and many disgruntled customers of the coupon man finally came and we could go to breakfast, which tasted delicious. Of course, I ate the free food as much as I could. Then the Indian woman, her child and I went to the plane, where our ways parted because of the different seats. On the plane I looked the movie "Avatar" to end and then a few other films, until I am not longer able to stay awake. In Dusseldorf, I was slightly late and took another good hour and a half until I was finally able to leave with my luggage to the airport. At baggage claim I had been concerned that my backpack is not there, because he pretty much concludes with the last pieces of baggage for the baggage belt rolled.
At the airport, my parents took me in receiving what I've been very happy. They had postponed their holidays over Easter because of me an extra day. At home, I unpacked my bags, ate cake with my parents and found out that the treats I had Vivek extra rumgeschleppt all the time in India with me, mostly bad were made. And I wanted them but to share with my family. The sweets were made of dough, sugar and milk, of course, the heat and the temperature fluctuations could not survive the last 6 weeks. Happy to be back home, I told of my experiences. This India-blog, although written much later, because I was recovering from my exertions little longer. And yet it is now done.

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Thursday 1 April 2010 - Dubai and arriving in Germany, Dusseldorf

When I landed in Dubai, the final battle had just begun to Andorra and the monitors were black. How stupid, now I had to wait until my next flight leaves in 8 hours from Dubai to Dusseldorf. In Dubai I had a lot of time and talked in the meantime with an Indian woman, who had helped on the plane briefly with her little sleeping child. She is traveling with her young child on the way to her husband in Holland, who works there and they will be collected by him in Dusseldorf. Through them I learned that when you fly with Emirates and has more than 4 hours Transfer stay between flights, that you then can get a free meal in the Emirates Lounge. So we went to the lounge where , the food only once to complete. We decided early in the morning to make the next flight. Then we found a couple of lawn chairs and sat on it to spend the night there. Meanwhile, some people went away on the chairs next to us and new ones were added. Thus, even a German young couple sat next to us, which I told of the breakfast at Emirates, because they traveled with this airline. They were surprised and grateful for the breakfast information because they knew nothing about it.
counter morning the Indian woman, her child and I to the lounge, where we expected a long queue. The corresponding charge of the vouchers Person, had gone to the break without the detachment had arrived, which was probably still in transit. We were early enough to set off for dinner, but had concerns that we, with so many people waiting not arrive in time for breakfast. After half an hour, and many disgruntled customers of the coupon man finally came and we could go to breakfast, which tasted delicious. Of course, I ate the free food as much as I could. Then the Indian woman, her child and I went to the plane, where our ways parted because of the different seats. On the plane I looked the movie "Avatar" to end and then a few other films, until I am not longer able to stay awake. In Dusseldorf, I was slightly late and took another good hour and a half until I was finally able to leave with my luggage to the airport. At baggage claim I had been concerned that my backpack is not there, because he pretty much concludes with the last pieces of baggage for the baggage belt rolled.
At the airport, my parents took me in receiving what I've been very happy. They had postponed their holidays over Easter because of me an extra day. At home, I unpacked my bags, ate cake with my parents and found out that the treats I had Vivek extra rumgeschleppt all the time in India with me, mostly bad were made. And I wanted them but to share with my family. The sweets were made of dough, sugar and milk, of course, the heat and the temperature fluctuations could not survive the last 6 weeks. Happy to be back home, I told of my experiences. This India-blog, although written much later, because I was recovering from my exertions little longer. And yet it is now done.

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Thursday 1 April 2010 - Dubai and arriving in Germany, Dusseldorf

When I landed in Dubai, the final battle had just begun to Andorra and the monitors were black. How stupid, now I had to wait until my next flight leaves in 8 hours from Dubai to Dusseldorf. In Dubai I had a lot of time and talked in the meantime with an Indian woman, who had helped on the plane briefly with her little sleeping child. She is traveling with her young child on the way to her husband in Holland, who works there and they will be collected by him in Dusseldorf. Through them I learned that when you fly with Emirates and has more than 4 hours Transfer stay between flights, that you then can get a free meal in the Emirates Lounge. So we went to the lounge where , the food only once to complete. We decided early in the morning to make the next flight. Then we found a couple of lawn chairs and sat on it to spend the night there. Meanwhile, some people went away on the chairs next to us and new ones were added. Thus, even a German young couple sat next to us, which I told of the breakfast at Emirates, because they traveled with this airline. They were surprised and grateful for the breakfast information because they knew nothing about it.
counter morning the Indian woman, her child and I to the lounge, where we expected a long queue. The corresponding charge of the vouchers Person, had gone to the break without the detachment had arrived, which was probably still in transit. We were early enough to set off for dinner, but had concerns that we, with so many people waiting not arrive in time for breakfast. After half an hour, and many disgruntled customers of the coupon man finally came and we could go to breakfast, which tasted delicious. Of course, I ate the free food as much as I could. Then the Indian woman, her child and I went to the plane, where our ways parted because of the different seats. On the plane I looked the movie "Avatar" to end and then a few other films, until I am not longer able to stay awake. In Dusseldorf, I was slightly late and took another good hour and a half until I was finally able to leave with my luggage to the airport. At baggage claim I had been concerned that my backpack is not there, because he pretty much concludes with the last pieces of baggage for the baggage belt rolled.
At the airport, my parents took me in receiving what I've been very happy. They had postponed their holidays over Easter because of me an extra day. At home, I unpacked my bags, ate cake with my parents and found out that the treats I had Vivek extra rumgeschleppt all the time in India with me, mostly bad were made. And I wanted them but to share with my family. The sweets were made of dough, sugar and milk, of course, the heat and the temperature fluctuations could not survive the last 6 weeks. Happy to be back home, I told of my experiences. This India-blog, although written much later, because I was recovering from my exertions little longer. And yet it is now done.

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Wednesday, 31 March 2010 - Mumbai Day 2, passport, new friends, lots of stress and the departure

I had put an alarm clock because I will sell Devesh on my way to work at the station. Despite the less sleep I slept very well and I felt fit. I got a delicious breakfast made by Devesh woman Devesh and I even gave her some candy, because I was just so delicious. These are available in Mumbai not to buy because he had brought from his recent holiday in India.
Again a building under construction in India took

We then:

And here is the swimming pool and fitness building opposite:

Devesh Apartment

Devesh with his wife the scooter again and instead of me to another station to drive like discussed yesterday, he went with me to work. There, he stamped a short and then it took me to the Vashi station. I was delighted because I got another way to images of the large bay to power, had so impressed me.

The train to Mumbai this morning was much fuller, so I had to stand at the open train doors. The train took to the CST for a while, so I talked to a student who was standing next to me on the train. He told me something about life in India and studying until we finally had to get both the CST and we parted ways. Then I was like the day before my big backpack at the baggage room with the same procedure as from yesterday and was looking for a tourist information center. I wanted to know how I possibly cheaper than could take a taxi to the airport, but the tourist office at the station was closed. The travel agency, which I found on the top floor, to which they had sent me, I could not help it. So I stood at the ticket counter in the long queue and asked me there. I was indeed called the station near the airport, but I could only buy a ticket one hour before departure.
So I planned to buy a ticket for later and went straight on the road to Hoechst House Nariman Point on. I ran a route from CST to Hoechst House, as I did yesterday was not under time pressure and have made some nice photos while on the road.


received at the consulate, I returned after a short time my passport and was delighted to hold this back in my hands. After the provisional passport is not required and so I kept this as well. The remaining free time I used to visit the same corners, as on arrival of my trip, eventually me these photos were missing now.
The view of the bay near the Nariman Point:



By Devesh at night I saved a lot of money and thus had for the last day in Mumbai or Rs 1000, almost just the money, which I of Arno had received in New Delhi. I was glad that I still could do so much in India over the past 2 weeks. At the Gate of India in Mumbai, I sat in the shade, I rested a little, and drank and ate some of the short time before the purchased food. After that I went a little around and took photos for example of the Gate of India

and other buildings.


Here I was approached by the Korean artist Jin Park, though I would not know a cheap hotel, they would have stayed the last night for Rs 2000 in a hotel. I was surprised because I was scary and a lot of money said that I certainly know a cheap hotel here. So I took her to the last hotel where I had stopped briefly at 6 weeks the native. I was also too expensive and thus inquired further. All the while urging us to be an agent that I was not going on. So we went to a fancy hotel, which apparently should be favorable, but clearly with 6000 Rs per night blasted the frame. The man behind the reception was a Sikh and recognized based on my chain, that I was in Amritsar at the Golden Temple. On my question, Jin was in the lobby waiting for me while I search for the hotel porter said Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House was looking for.
On the way I got back to the agent who followed me again, but soon gave up after I said that it has already located the hotel and I was not looking for a hotel. That seemed to have not yet fully convinced, so I first to the sea toward the gate of India and went there a little, waited until the agent actually disappeared.
Then I looked for the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House, which I simply overlooked.
A coach who drove past me while looking at me several times:

I asked a girl who was on the phone, after its establishment, in the hope that they come cheap was. When I noticed she had a German accent, we talked more in German. She pointed to the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House on the opposite side of the road, after I had been looking for. So I went over to the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House and asked there for a free bed. The prices were really cheap, but the man behind the desk had to first ask the boss, which lasted a little. Two German girls, who left the Guest House, thought that there might be something to be free. When I left the guesthouse in the direction of Jin, asked the girl out of previously friendly, if I had success with my search. I told her briefly the situation and asked out of interest, from which German city it comes. She replied: "Between Cologne and Dusseldorf. I thought that was very interesting and wanted to know more, because I know the area quite well. "Yes, so close to Leverkusen," came the reply, whereupon I asked if it would be because Langenfeld Monheim or Leicester. She was very surprised that these places and I especially Monheim knew, because she comes from. I know the places, because I do both in Langenfeld Monheim and in judo. So we exchanged our contact details and I learned that Sabrina just one night longer than I am in Mumbai. Then I went back to
Jin and showed her the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House. There we met another South Korean, so Jin was no longer alone. Sorry, no beds were more freely and use the newly acquired South Korean, we found yet another cheap hostel nearby. There we met the agent of previously with other people at the tow and a South Korean who was probably a bit longer in the hostel. The two girls shared a room booked, and then we went to eat fourth down. Jin invited me for my help. The rest of the afternoon we spent together on the bazaar street in Colaba in Mumbai. We bought a little one and I was looking at the same cost for a way to have my hair cut. But the barbers in Colaba me were all too expensive, so I decided to go a little earlier to the station to be found in the vicinity of the airport if a cheap hairdresser.
The hairdresser I had called asked me only a price of Rs 100 Then had the head on and told me Rs 90 as the price and said that it was a normal price, I could finally, other people in his shop . ask This oddly enough does not understand me. Before me a security guard had called for a haircut at a price of about Rs 50, so I kidding occurred at the hairdresser. I said goodbye to the South Koreans and ran their way to CST back to where I first bought a ticket to the Andheri railway station, because that should be the next station to the airport. Then I picked up my backpack and waited until the train came. Meanwhile, I played with the idea of my shoes in a shoe shiners, of which there were many of the platforms have to groom themselves, but postponed for lack of time later on, if I had left some time later.
An example of how it looks in the CST, before you climb into the train:

It was already after 18 clock when the train pulled away to Andheri and my flight was fortunately only after 22 clock. I had so little time.
This is how the trains with the open doors for rapid boarding of:

Andheri took the train up more than half an hour. In Andheri I came out of the station and asked for directions to the airport. The street was really crowded and the cars and buses could hardly drive. I decided to walk down the street, since it a rickshaw or a taxi did not make much sense. On the way to the next major intersection, I looked around me again and again for a hairdresser and was ultimately find. Travel
six weeks without shaving and haircuts:

There I had my hair cut and wegrasieren my beard, so I think parents to some extent at home kick in the human eye. The price for all lay together at around Rs 50, which is significantly cheaper than in Colaba. Then I asked the hairdresser if I want to have a head massage. I asked if it was with the Rs 50 and it confirmed to me. So I enjoyed a head massage and a back massage, there was apparently mentioned the shop owner all the information given in the price.
The result:

When they wanted against 20 clock was finished with me and I wanted to pay my bill, they called me a price of Rs 200 I was surprised and outraged at the same time. I had been kidding once again. Why do I ask before actually explicitly for prices and ask me every now and again? I was so mad, so I discussed the price and insolence. But actually I had no time for it and asked the shop owner and went back Rs 100. Then I looked for a taxi or an auto-rickshaw to the "International Airport" (International Airport). The trip should cost about Rs 30 supposedly, but I could find at the major junction no rickshaw for the price. So I asked again after the International Airport in order to find a rickshaw continue to walk towards the airport. Would be contrary to the intersection, turn right towards the airport and had success at the next intersection. It confirmed I International Airport and the Rs 30 trip fee. I was happy to sit in a Rikschaf to the airport where I arrived at the airport the driver paid Rs 30 and the driver drove off. There had
me say that I was at the Domestic Airport, which covers only domestic flights. I had the driver not say explicitly that I wanted to International Airport and I do not have them confirmed twice? What a bummer. Now the time was really tight. As I looked around, I forked to a different rickshaw and said that I would come for Rs 200 to the International Airport, because there is no other taxi would be here. Meanwhile, he drove me around a bit at the airport. Seeing me after my asking price asked and I said Rs 100, he began to negotiate with me. When I had the feeling that I was fooled, I stopped the rickshaw and got out. The rickshaw drivers made himself quickly with his mate from the dust. I was angry and was under time pressure, so I herausbrüllte my anger and frustration out of me. This was with an airport employee, who had helped me then. He took me to a pre-paid taxi stand, who demanded Rs 150 for the trip. The other rickshaw driver near the taxi stand trying to get back to negotiate with me on what I decided to take the pre-paid taxi. Finally, I wanted to arrive safely at the International Airport and the possible quickly and with a guarantee. So I bought a taxi ticket thanked me for their kind help with airport staff and took a taxi to the International airport. On the way back to the first major intersection was jam and I was getting nervous because it was progressing so slowly. The taxi driver had talked a great calm, very nice to me and I tried as best it went to help. Arriving at the airport, he asked me where I hinmüsse as accurate and as I looked to my badges with the airlines and their terminals. When I had assured me once again to be in the right airport because the taxi driver had asked me, I left quickly and thankfully the taxi at the correct terminal.
I have not had much time and immediately wanted to go inside the airport, but the policemen were in front of the airport is not just me so pure. I had to show a ticket, which I had not because my things were stolen. Fortunately, I had an electronic ticket that can not lose. After I told him my flight number, which I had written on a piece of paper, he looked after in a very long list and then left me in the airport. There, I had to look a little, until I finally found the Emirates flight switch. On the way I had already filled out the exit form and repacked my backpack, so I as little as possible on the plane with me have had. At the counter, the Lord said to me as a greeting: "You're a little late." I then told him what had happened to me in the last 2 hours and that in India is much short-changed. He then said nothing more and got another key from his colleague pure. When he saw my passport, he looked at the visa and had apparently objected to something, but his colleague taught him as a lesson. After that I was finally able to go with my tickets and my other things in hand to-exit visa and immigration. Before I went through, I ate a few words about my banana and drank the remaining water. On the other hand, I waited a little on the plane and used the time to the rest of my money exactly spend the last rupee of food. In all the other stores could only pay with U.S. dollars. Then it was finally on the plane, where I see Staring in the 2 hours I stayed until the Dubai film Avatar, which I wanted to see all along.

Izabella With Milena Velba

Wednesday, 31 March 2010 - Mumbai Day 2, passport, new friends, lots of stress and the departure

I had put an alarm clock because I will sell Devesh on my way to work at the station. Despite the less sleep I slept very well and I felt fit. I got a delicious breakfast made by Devesh woman Devesh and I even gave her some candy, because I was just so delicious. These are available in Mumbai not to buy because he had brought from his recent holiday in India.
Again a building under construction in India took

We then:

And here is the swimming pool and fitness building opposite:

Devesh Apartment

Devesh with his wife the scooter again and instead of me to another station to drive like discussed yesterday, he went with me to work. There, he stamped a short and then it took me to the Vashi station. I was delighted because I got another way to images of the large bay to power, had so impressed me.

The train to Mumbai this morning was much fuller, so I had to stand at the open train doors. The train took to the CST for a while, so I talked to a student who was standing next to me on the train. He told me something about life in India and studying until we finally had to get both the CST and we parted ways. Then I was like the day before my big backpack at the baggage room with the same procedure as from yesterday and was looking for a tourist information center. I wanted to know how I possibly cheaper than could take a taxi to the airport, but the tourist office at the station was closed. The travel agency, which I found on the top floor, to which they had sent me, I could not help it. So I stood at the ticket counter in the long queue and asked me there. I was indeed called the station near the airport, but I could only buy a ticket one hour before departure.
So I planned to buy a ticket for later and went straight on the road to Hoechst House Nariman Point on. I ran a route from CST to Hoechst House, as I did yesterday was not under time pressure and have made some nice photos while on the road.


received at the consulate, I returned after a short time my passport and was delighted to hold this back in my hands. After the provisional passport is not required and so I kept this as well. The remaining free time I used to visit the same corners, as on arrival of my trip, eventually me these photos were missing now.
The view of the bay near the Nariman Point:



By Devesh at night I saved a lot of money and thus had for the last day in Mumbai or Rs 1000, almost just the money, which I of Arno had received in New Delhi. I was glad that I still could do so much in India over the past 2 weeks. At the Gate of India in Mumbai, I sat in the shade, I rested a little, and drank and ate some of the short time before the purchased food. After that I went a little around and took photos for example of the Gate of India

and other buildings.


Here I was approached by the Korean artist Jin Park, though I would not know a cheap hotel, they would have stayed the last night for Rs 2000 in a hotel. I was surprised because I was scary and a lot of money said that I certainly know a cheap hotel here. So I took her to the last hotel where I had stopped briefly at 6 weeks the native. I was also too expensive and thus inquired further. All the while urging us to be an agent that I was not going on. So we went to a fancy hotel, which apparently should be favorable, but clearly with 6000 Rs per night blasted the frame. The man behind the reception was a Sikh and recognized based on my chain, that I was in Amritsar at the Golden Temple. On my question, Jin was in the lobby waiting for me while I search for the hotel porter said Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House was looking for.
On the way I got back to the agent who followed me again, but soon gave up after I said that it has already located the hotel and I was not looking for a hotel. That seemed to have not yet fully convinced, so I first to the sea toward the gate of India and went there a little, waited until the agent actually disappeared.
Then I looked for the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House, which I simply overlooked.
A coach who drove past me while looking at me several times:

I asked a girl who was on the phone, after its establishment, in the hope that they come cheap was. When I noticed she had a German accent, we talked more in German. She pointed to the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House on the opposite side of the road, after I had been looking for. So I went over to the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House and asked there for a free bed. The prices were really cheap, but the man behind the desk had to first ask the boss, which lasted a little. Two German girls, who left the Guest House, thought that there might be something to be free. When I left the guesthouse in the direction of Jin, asked the girl out of previously friendly, if I had success with my search. I told her briefly the situation and asked out of interest, from which German city it comes. She replied: "Between Cologne and Dusseldorf. I thought that was very interesting and wanted to know more, because I know the area quite well. "Yes, so close to Leverkusen," came the reply, whereupon I asked if it would be because Langenfeld Monheim or Leicester. She was very surprised that these places and I especially Monheim knew, because she comes from. I know the places, because I do both in Langenfeld Monheim and in judo. So we exchanged our contact details and I learned that Sabrina just one night longer than I am in Mumbai. Then I went back to
Jin and showed her the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House. There we met another South Korean, so Jin was no longer alone. Sorry, no beds were more freely and use the newly acquired South Korean, we found yet another cheap hostel nearby. There we met the agent of previously with other people at the tow and a South Korean who was probably a bit longer in the hostel. The two girls shared a room booked, and then we went to eat fourth down. Jin invited me for my help. The rest of the afternoon we spent together on the bazaar street in Colaba in Mumbai. We bought a little one and I was looking at the same cost for a way to have my hair cut. But the barbers in Colaba me were all too expensive, so I decided to go a little earlier to the station to be found in the vicinity of the airport if a cheap hairdresser.
The hairdresser I had called asked me only a price of Rs 100 Then had the head on and told me Rs 90 as the price and said that it was a normal price, I could finally, other people in his shop . ask This oddly enough does not understand me. Before me a security guard had called for a haircut at a price of about Rs 50, so I kidding occurred at the hairdresser. I said goodbye to the South Koreans and ran their way to CST back to where I first bought a ticket to the Andheri railway station, because that should be the next station to the airport. Then I picked up my backpack and waited until the train came. Meanwhile, I played with the idea of my shoes in a shoe shiners, of which there were many of the platforms have to groom themselves, but postponed for lack of time later on, if I had left some time later.
An example of how it looks in the CST, before you climb into the train:

It was already after 18 clock when the train pulled away to Andheri and my flight was fortunately only after 22 clock. I had so little time.
This is how the trains with the open doors for rapid boarding of:

Andheri took the train up more than half an hour. In Andheri I came out of the station and asked for directions to the airport. The street was really crowded and the cars and buses could hardly drive. I decided to walk down the street, since it a rickshaw or a taxi did not make much sense. On the way to the next major intersection, I looked around me again and again for a hairdresser and was ultimately find. Travel
six weeks without shaving and haircuts:

There I had my hair cut and wegrasieren my beard, so I think parents to some extent at home kick in the human eye. The price for all lay together at around Rs 50, which is significantly cheaper than in Colaba. Then I asked the hairdresser if I want to have a head massage. I asked if it was with the Rs 50 and it confirmed to me. So I enjoyed a head massage and a back massage, there was apparently mentioned the shop owner all the information given in the price.
The result:

When they wanted against 20 clock was finished with me and I wanted to pay my bill, they called me a price of Rs 200 I was surprised and outraged at the same time. I had been kidding once again. Why do I ask before actually explicitly for prices and ask me every now and again? I was so mad, so I discussed the price and insolence. But actually I had no time for it and asked the shop owner and went back Rs 100. Then I looked for a taxi or an auto-rickshaw to the "International Airport" (International Airport). The trip should cost about Rs 30 supposedly, but I could find at the major junction no rickshaw for the price. So I asked again after the International Airport in order to find a rickshaw continue to walk towards the airport. Would be contrary to the intersection, turn right towards the airport and had success at the next intersection. It confirmed I International Airport and the Rs 30 trip fee. I was happy to sit in a Rikschaf to the airport where I arrived at the airport the driver paid Rs 30 and the driver drove off. There had
me say that I was at the Domestic Airport, which covers only domestic flights. I had the driver not say explicitly that I wanted to International Airport and I do not have them confirmed twice? What a bummer. Now the time was really tight. As I looked around, I forked to a different rickshaw and said that I would come for Rs 200 to the International Airport, because there is no other taxi would be here. Meanwhile, he drove me around a bit at the airport. Seeing me after my asking price asked and I said Rs 100, he began to negotiate with me. When I had the feeling that I was fooled, I stopped the rickshaw and got out. The rickshaw drivers made himself quickly with his mate from the dust. I was angry and was under time pressure, so I herausbrüllte my anger and frustration out of me. This was with an airport employee, who had helped me then. He took me to a pre-paid taxi stand, who demanded Rs 150 for the trip. The other rickshaw driver near the taxi stand trying to get back to negotiate with me on what I decided to take the pre-paid taxi. Finally, I wanted to arrive safely at the International Airport and the possible quickly and with a guarantee. So I bought a taxi ticket thanked me for their kind help with airport staff and took a taxi to the International airport. On the way back to the first major intersection was jam and I was getting nervous because it was progressing so slowly. The taxi driver had talked a great calm, very nice to me and I tried as best it went to help. Arriving at the airport, he asked me where I hinmüsse as accurate and as I looked to my badges with the airlines and their terminals. When I had assured me once again to be in the right airport because the taxi driver had asked me, I left quickly and thankfully the taxi at the correct terminal.
I have not had much time and immediately wanted to go inside the airport, but the policemen were in front of the airport is not just me so pure. I had to show a ticket, which I had not because my things were stolen. Fortunately, I had an electronic ticket that can not lose. After I told him my flight number, which I had written on a piece of paper, he looked after in a very long list and then left me in the airport. There, I had to look a little, until I finally found the Emirates flight switch. On the way I had already filled out the exit form and repacked my backpack, so I as little as possible on the plane with me have had. At the counter, the Lord said to me as a greeting: "You're a little late." I then told him what had happened to me in the last 2 hours and that in India is much short-changed. He then said nothing more and got another key from his colleague pure. When he saw my passport, he looked at the visa and had apparently objected to something, but his colleague taught him as a lesson. After that I was finally able to go with my tickets and my other things in hand to-exit visa and immigration. Before I went through, I ate a few words about my banana and drank the remaining water. On the other hand, I waited a little on the plane and used the time to the rest of my money exactly spend the last rupee of food. In all the other stores could only pay with U.S. dollars. Then it was finally on the plane, where I see Staring in the 2 hours I stayed until the Dubai film Avatar, which I wanted to see all along.

Izabella With Milena Velba

Wednesday, 31 March 2010 - Mumbai Day 2, passport, new friends, lots of stress and the departure

I had put an alarm clock because I will sell Devesh on my way to work at the station. Despite the less sleep I slept very well and I felt fit. I got a delicious breakfast made by Devesh woman Devesh and I even gave her some candy, because I was just so delicious. These are available in Mumbai not to buy because he had brought from his recent holiday in India.
Again a building under construction in India took

We then:

And here is the swimming pool and fitness building opposite:

Devesh Apartment

Devesh with his wife the scooter again and instead of me to another station to drive like discussed yesterday, he went with me to work. There, he stamped a short and then it took me to the Vashi station. I was delighted because I got another way to images of the large bay to power, had so impressed me.

The train to Mumbai this morning was much fuller, so I had to stand at the open train doors. The train took to the CST for a while, so I talked to a student who was standing next to me on the train. He told me something about life in India and studying until we finally had to get both the CST and we parted ways. Then I was like the day before my big backpack at the baggage room with the same procedure as from yesterday and was looking for a tourist information center. I wanted to know how I possibly cheaper than could take a taxi to the airport, but the tourist office at the station was closed. The travel agency, which I found on the top floor, to which they had sent me, I could not help it. So I stood at the ticket counter in the long queue and asked me there. I was indeed called the station near the airport, but I could only buy a ticket one hour before departure.
So I planned to buy a ticket for later and went straight on the road to Hoechst House Nariman Point on. I ran a route from CST to Hoechst House, as I did yesterday was not under time pressure and have made some nice photos while on the road.


received at the consulate, I returned after a short time my passport and was delighted to hold this back in my hands. After the provisional passport is not required and so I kept this as well. The remaining free time I used to visit the same corners, as on arrival of my trip, eventually me these photos were missing now.
The view of the bay near the Nariman Point:



By Devesh at night I saved a lot of money and thus had for the last day in Mumbai or Rs 1000, almost just the money, which I of Arno had received in New Delhi. I was glad that I still could do so much in India over the past 2 weeks. At the Gate of India in Mumbai, I sat in the shade, I rested a little, and drank and ate some of the short time before the purchased food. After that I went a little around and took photos for example of the Gate of India

and other buildings.


Here I was approached by the Korean artist Jin Park, though I would not know a cheap hotel, they would have stayed the last night for Rs 2000 in a hotel. I was surprised because I was scary and a lot of money said that I certainly know a cheap hotel here. So I took her to the last hotel where I had stopped briefly at 6 weeks the native. I was also too expensive and thus inquired further. All the while urging us to be an agent that I was not going on. So we went to a fancy hotel, which apparently should be favorable, but clearly with 6000 Rs per night blasted the frame. The man behind the reception was a Sikh and recognized based on my chain, that I was in Amritsar at the Golden Temple. On my question, Jin was in the lobby waiting for me while I search for the hotel porter said Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House was looking for.
On the way I got back to the agent who followed me again, but soon gave up after I said that it has already located the hotel and I was not looking for a hotel. That seemed to have not yet fully convinced, so I first to the sea toward the gate of India and went there a little, waited until the agent actually disappeared.
Then I looked for the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House, which I simply overlooked.
A coach who drove past me while looking at me several times:

I asked a girl who was on the phone, after its establishment, in the hope that they come cheap was. When I noticed she had a German accent, we talked more in German. She pointed to the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House on the opposite side of the road, after I had been looking for. So I went over to the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House and asked there for a free bed. The prices were really cheap, but the man behind the desk had to first ask the boss, which lasted a little. Two German girls, who left the Guest House, thought that there might be something to be free. When I left the guesthouse in the direction of Jin, asked the girl out of previously friendly, if I had success with my search. I told her briefly the situation and asked out of interest, from which German city it comes. She replied: "Between Cologne and Dusseldorf. I thought that was very interesting and wanted to know more, because I know the area quite well. "Yes, so close to Leverkusen," came the reply, whereupon I asked if it would be because Langenfeld Monheim or Leicester. She was very surprised that these places and I especially Monheim knew, because she comes from. I know the places, because I do both in Langenfeld Monheim and in judo. So we exchanged our contact details and I learned that Sabrina just one night longer than I am in Mumbai. Then I went back to
Jin and showed her the Salvation Army Red Shield Guest House. There we met another South Korean, so Jin was no longer alone. Sorry, no beds were more freely and use the newly acquired South Korean, we found yet another cheap hostel nearby. There we met the agent of previously with other people at the tow and a South Korean who was probably a bit longer in the hostel. The two girls shared a room booked, and then we went to eat fourth down. Jin invited me for my help. The rest of the afternoon we spent together on the bazaar street in Colaba in Mumbai. We bought a little one and I was looking at the same cost for a way to have my hair cut. But the barbers in Colaba me were all too expensive, so I decided to go a little earlier to the station to be found in the vicinity of the airport if a cheap hairdresser.
The hairdresser I had called asked me only a price of Rs 100 Then had the head on and told me Rs 90 as the price and said that it was a normal price, I could finally, other people in his shop . ask This oddly enough does not understand me. Before me a security guard had called for a haircut at a price of about Rs 50, so I kidding occurred at the hairdresser. I said goodbye to the South Koreans and ran their way to CST back to where I first bought a ticket to the Andheri railway station, because that should be the next station to the airport. Then I picked up my backpack and waited until the train came. Meanwhile, I played with the idea of my shoes in a shoe shiners, of which there were many of the platforms have to groom themselves, but postponed for lack of time later on, if I had left some time later.
An example of how it looks in the CST, before you climb into the train:

It was already after 18 clock when the train pulled away to Andheri and my flight was fortunately only after 22 clock. I had so little time.
This is how the trains with the open doors for rapid boarding of:

Andheri took the train up more than half an hour. In Andheri I came out of the station and asked for directions to the airport. The street was really crowded and the cars and buses could hardly drive. I decided to walk down the street, since it a rickshaw or a taxi did not make much sense. On the way to the next major intersection, I looked around me again and again for a hairdresser and was ultimately find. Travel
six weeks without shaving and haircuts:

There I had my hair cut and wegrasieren my beard, so I think parents to some extent at home kick in the human eye. The price for all lay together at around Rs 50, which is significantly cheaper than in Colaba. Then I asked the hairdresser if I want to have a head massage. I asked if it was with the Rs 50 and it confirmed to me. So I enjoyed a head massage and a back massage, there was apparently mentioned the shop owner all the information given in the price.
The result:

When they wanted against 20 clock was finished with me and I wanted to pay my bill, they called me a price of Rs 200 I was surprised and outraged at the same time. I had been kidding once again. Why do I ask before actually explicitly for prices and ask me every now and again? I was so mad, so I discussed the price and insolence. But actually I had no time for it and asked the shop owner and went back Rs 100. Then I looked for a taxi or an auto-rickshaw to the "International Airport" (International Airport). The trip should cost about Rs 30 supposedly, but I could find at the major junction no rickshaw for the price. So I asked again after the International Airport in order to find a rickshaw continue to walk towards the airport. Would be contrary to the intersection, turn right towards the airport and had success at the next intersection. It confirmed I International Airport and the Rs 30 trip fee. I was happy to sit in a Rikschaf to the airport where I arrived at the airport the driver paid Rs 30 and the driver drove off. There had
me say that I was at the Domestic Airport, which covers only domestic flights. I had the driver not say explicitly that I wanted to International Airport and I do not have them confirmed twice? What a bummer. Now the time was really tight. As I looked around, I forked to a different rickshaw and said that I would come for Rs 200 to the International Airport, because there is no other taxi would be here. Meanwhile, he drove me around a bit at the airport. Seeing me after my asking price asked and I said Rs 100, he began to negotiate with me. When I had the feeling that I was fooled, I stopped the rickshaw and got out. The rickshaw drivers made himself quickly with his mate from the dust. I was angry and was under time pressure, so I herausbrüllte my anger and frustration out of me. This was with an airport employee, who had helped me then. He took me to a pre-paid taxi stand, who demanded Rs 150 for the trip. The other rickshaw driver near the taxi stand trying to get back to negotiate with me on what I decided to take the pre-paid taxi. Finally, I wanted to arrive safely at the International Airport and the possible quickly and with a guarantee. So I bought a taxi ticket thanked me for their kind help with airport staff and took a taxi to the International airport. On the way back to the first major intersection was jam and I was getting nervous because it was progressing so slowly. The taxi driver had talked a great calm, very nice to me and I tried as best it went to help. Arriving at the airport, he asked me where I hinmüsse as accurate and as I looked to my badges with the airlines and their terminals. When I had assured me once again to be in the right airport because the taxi driver had asked me, I left quickly and thankfully the taxi at the correct terminal.
I have not had much time and immediately wanted to go inside the airport, but the policemen were in front of the airport is not just me so pure. I had to show a ticket, which I had not because my things were stolen. Fortunately, I had an electronic ticket that can not lose. After I told him my flight number, which I had written on a piece of paper, he looked after in a very long list and then left me in the airport. There, I had to look a little, until I finally found the Emirates flight switch. On the way I had already filled out the exit form and repacked my backpack, so I as little as possible on the plane with me have had. At the counter, the Lord said to me as a greeting: "You're a little late." I then told him what had happened to me in the last 2 hours and that in India is much short-changed. He then said nothing more and got another key from his colleague pure. When he saw my passport, he looked at the visa and had apparently objected to something, but his colleague taught him as a lesson. After that I was finally able to go with my tickets and my other things in hand to-exit visa and immigration. Before I went through, I ate a few words about my banana and drank the remaining water. On the other hand, I waited a little on the plane and used the time to the rest of my money exactly spend the last rupee of food. In all the other stores could only pay with U.S. dollars. Then it was finally on the plane, where I see Staring in the 2 hours I stayed until the Dubai film Avatar, which I wanted to see all along.