Andaman

What does this tell you? Andaman.

Sometimes I get into my inbox trip offers. No, no, I didn’t change my mind, I still think I’m my best trip planner, but is good to get news about unknown places.

So, today, I was in the metro when I checked my emails and… Andaman..

Hmm… Where is that? I searched on google and… I forgot to walk. No words:

And I know that even I give you infinite choices you will never guess where is this island.

India!

I still can’t believe it! India has this paradise and we love Goa?! No way! After this I will not be back to Goa. I don’t say Goa is bad, but Andaman is the paradise! If I will ever be back to India, Andaman is on my trip list, together with Kashmir.

My trip to North India

I started writing this post at least 5 times and I never finished it. When I came back from my trip, in October I wanted to write about all the crazy experiences in the north of incredible India. During my trip I was building in my mind the post:

My trip to the north. In the first half, everything was according with the plan, no missed trains, no overlapping of seats in the train, accommodation was fine, I did absolutely everything I wanted to, and exactly how it was planed. It was too according with the plan… So boring… On the second part instead, I’m meeting Jac So and together we are making the craziest trip couple ever!

And here it comes:

• I’m escaping from the hotel at 3 o’clock in the morning to don’t pay the accommodation in Jaipur,
• Trains are delayed with hours, hours in which we meet some random foreigners what were just coming from Kashmir, the place where we suppose to go, and they tell us about what actually is going on there
• In New Delhi a rickshaw driver is giving us a wonderful lesson of cheating, Thank you Bhaya!
• Jac So oversleeps and reaches Jammu (the place where we suppose to go in some days) instead Pathankot,
• I’m making some friends on my way alone to Dharamshala and I finish in McLeodGanj,
• Jac So’s back: Anca! We don’t go to Jammu we go to Manali! And after 3 hours and a half in which we stress our new friends we have a new trip plan! Plan that keeps changing everyday and Manali is not included of course,
• On the last day in McLeodGanj we stay till to late in the restaurant and seams there are no way to book a rickshaw for next morning, aka 4 hours later. 3:40 in the morning, Bacshu – the place where we were staying: no car, no rickshaw, no human being, no lights, 2 km in the middle of a dark forest away from the bus, and at 4 the bus was leaving. In the middle of nowhere a cars seams to leave soon; bad luck, Tibetans are not as helpful as Indians,
  Me: Excuse me, how can we go to McLeodGanj?
  The man: I didn’t know.
  Me to myself: Aaa??? What?? How can you don’t know?? I’m in India!! Nothing can happen to me! There will always be someone to help me!!
  Myself to me: Anca, this is not India, this is another culture.
  And suddenly some men came out from the hotel. They took as in their car, I felt like bagger, but whatever. 3:55: McLeodGanj, our bus is there!! Lucky bustards!
• Delayed trains,
• Taking showers in trains stations, everywhere,
• We were visiting an Indian village. Yes we’ve been in the countryside! We drunk the real Indian milk, we ate sugar cane for the first time in our lives, was amazing!

I keep the details for myself. I don’t want to share them; I’m letting you having your own Indian experience.

The end!