the night on the train I slept very badly because I was awake again and thought that I might stop oversleep. Originally a planned arrival was probably between 7 und 8 clock, but that was because of the Kumbh Mela festival and the arrival masses much later. At 8 clock, we have held on a railway station before, where I took a bite to eat me. It was not safe to do next when the ride. And when it went on, I was still so just on the train when he drove off already. The people at the entrance do not really place if you want to enter, but look out and are thus more interested in the way somehow. Between 10 and 11, we finally clock in Haridwar and the station was extremely crowded. The holy ablutions in the morning were long gone, so I could not visit these. I made I first set off my backpack at the usual place to deliver, but by the mass of luggage was not possible. So I went to open additional baggage collection point, where you had a passport copy and a lot of other things to make baggage. Fortunately, I had one in the bag. After that was done, I looked for the ticket office where I could apply for Touristenquota. It was similarly difficult to find in Amritsar, where I could happily apply for my ticket bought in Amritsar, the Touristenquota.
could now finally go to the Kumbh Mela to be broadcast once. On the Zugbahnhofsvorplatz it was like everywhere in Haridwar overcrowded. Everywhere were people. On the road the middle of the road was blocked off, so that you could just go in one direction only. The usual way that I could tread without any problems last time were all blocked off with police and provided that all controlled.
Here on the right side I had come across the last time (bright blue building):
On the way to Har-Ki-Pauri, where there are the washings were at least 5 road blocks.
came through the first 2 and then I carried on. Two foreign girls had more success and came through after repeated pleas and begging. As she looked around to me because I wanted to go with them, I was already on the way back because I was totally exhausting. So I made my way to the Mansa Devi temple, and I therefor the railway crossing and always said I wanted a hotel near the Har-Ki-Pauri, but all other roads were closed and I let no one through. So I wanted to take the other way. reached the top of the Mansa Devi temple, I took some pictures, because the view was very good.
I could look at me where the main action took place with the trains and had then only a few soldiers convinced that I must go down a particular path to get to in a nearby hotel. So I finally arrived at Har-Ki-Pauri.
The place was completely blocked, fenced and therefore not visible to general public. It was literally totally boring. I wanted more to the hopefully more exciting moves and somehow made my way one to the other side of the creek corridor. Once at the parades this were still in the wings. So I went over to this far forward as possible, put me there in the shade and waited.
The trains were of course already taken place throughout the day and the most important people were already very early in the morning on the way to their ablutions. However, I found it nice to see even this kind of moves.
Here you can see on the pictures for the India Typical carrying objects on their heads:
Unfortunately, I was really tired, so I could keep awake only with suffering and trouble. I jammed my backpack between my legs to me and dozed a little in front of me. When the trains were not exciting, came along because fewer and fewer vehicles and people, and I did not want to wait for the next big swing, I went to the Ganges.
There I met the rest and eating bananas to other foreigners with whom I talked quite nice. I then went back on the Ganges to bathe and wash myself a round of what they did and then we looked at us briefly a very crowded intersection, where again some cars drove by in a parade. Various chapels ran or drove it. From there we went back over the bridge on the side of the railway station and wanted to drink a chai tea together.
over the bridge to the left turn into a side street I got the following views of the Ganges (the blue in the back of the image):
went Given the time, however, I returned directly to the train station, which are huge without the crowds A few weeks ago was much easier.
At the train station I took off my confirmation that I got a seat on the train to Bikaner and went with the seat number 38 on the ticket pick up my big backpack. Then I asked a railway employee, of which track my train leaves, I could not find any indication in the station. He told me the track 6, which was slightly to the side from the central train station. So I had quite quick step went there, as up to the departure of the train did not have much time. I took the train right away and was looking very costly for the right train wagons, because no cars outside numbering was not appropriate. After several questions I had finally found the wagon with the SL5 and searched for the Seat number 30, which I found quite quickly. One may now wonder why I write 30, although I have told some of the top sleeper 38, but that dissolves immediately. It was the place to sleep at the top right. So I placed my first small backpack at the top of the corner of my sleeping place and sat directly under it to make my big backpack for chaining done. The train compartment was completely dark, which made me a little puzzled, because the train so the same should really leave. I also found the same train for a departing train far too empty. So I asked the three guys who had put to me whether I would be in the right train. They confirmed and the direction the train to Bikaner. Then I made my big backpack ready for him to chain under the couch and put my jacket up to my small backpack.
After a short time a man came and said that the sleeper would belong to him, I looked at my ticket and gave it right because I had missed the point. The saw 38 as a 30 out, so I was in the wrong place. So I grabbed my big backpack and wanted to get him to 38 and found this place before occupied. I was confused at first and put up my big backpack to get my jacket and my small backpack. The moment gave me one of the 3 guys my jacket, my small backpack, however, was gone!
I was shocked and went in search of my small backpack that would be another Indian, in whose place I had put my big backpack on these paying attention. Of the 3 guys was the one who had given me his jacket, disappeared in an instant. I am assuming that they had stolen the backpack. However, I gave up hope to regain my backpack and searched. Without success, I went out to a policeman who looked around with me, but I could not help. So I snapped at several times back and forth and finding an open door to the side of the tracks in the wagon where my backpack had been stolen, my big backpack and walked with the policeman to the police station. The perpetrators were probably escaped through the open door. At the police station they helped me initially too failed. After some questions, helped me to an outside person speaking English more and translated for me. They gave me to understand at the police station that one could not help me so I at least wanted my train to Bikaner get. So I ran back to the train and explained the problem with my sleeping place. A man in the sleeping compartment had on it was a ticket on the seat reservation for the six of beds, including the sleeping place 38th Before the train I was now a conductor who told me then that this was the wrong train and this does not drive to Bikaner. This went on for a moment my capacity.
So I went back to the police station, where I helped out this time another civilian person with the translation. Finally, I had my backpack with my most important travel passport and some other important things for me "lost". The police picked up the process and always wanted to know the name of my father, here in India as well seems to be very important. Since I currently had no money, I did not know what to do. Finally, my wallet was gone with my bank card and money. I still had only the train ticket to Bikaner, which then in the train station by a police officer was revised. So I got back the half price of the trip and had so little money in his pocket. In addition gave me a helping civilian person Rs 500, that I could work for now. In the police station I went for a short precise letter of the crime. It was important to me that things do not "steal" special "lost" are gone. In a theft I can describe accurately an offender and accuse me and the things were stolen almost directly on the body. At a loss, I just did not pay attention, so my things were then stolen. I found this strange interpretation, but to fit me. The police assured me everything possible within its framework for finding the perpetrators to do and I expected a minimum of effort in this regard.
from the police station with the feeling of having achieved anything, I went to Amit Oberoi, whom I had helped the last time in Haridwar with his computer room at the hotel. He allowed me to use the Internet with him, but had no Skype, so I had to go for the blocking of my cards to the opposing Internet Cafe. There I left my three bank cards blocked and went straight back to Amit because the Internet Cafe then closed. Amit told me that he had lost my address and hoped that I'd had once again look in on him. The circumstances under which we met, were not the best. He helped me with Rs 150 and said that the bus would have a chance to go to New Delhi as there are no trains that night was to more to New Delhi. In New Delhi, there is a German Embassy, where can I apply for a new passport without a passport because I never get an accommodation in India. Amit I went bag and baggage to the bus station where I got the information that there would be no bus to the bus station to New Delhi, but only in a far outlying bus station. Where exactly is this and how do I as the most cost-go, you could not tell me, and thus referred to a rickshaw. But something was and I did not afford it.
of the information I found then to another Indian, who was also in New Delhi and spoke very good English. He was now the 30 km from Rishikesh to Haridwar run as a result of the festival no rickshaw went to Haridwar. We took along a bicycle rickshaw to the bus station so far away after I told him my story happened recently. After about a minute or two drive we were already at the bus station. The driver asked for it with a broad grin cheeky Rs 20 Fortunately, I discovered direct a police officer who once spoke at length with the driver and we paid only Rs 10 for the trip, which of course always nor was Verarschung. The Indians also found it outrageous that anyone regardless of whether Indian or foreigner here is so short-changed. At about 2 clock in the morning, the bus finally came to New Delhi. In the bus we reserved two seats, and I took the bus lying on the replacement bus tire place and bought two tickets to New Delhi. The money of Rs 500 for this gave me the Indians and said I should keep the rest of the money because I no longer had a whole lot of money. In the bus we talked every now and then and besides, I tried to get some sleep. This was my sitting position on a bus tires not the best and most convenient.
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