Whereever you go, go wth all your heart (Confucius)
I have never prepared myself for a trip as well – read so many books,asked people, watched videos. And yet I have the feeling, I know nothing. India is very different from Southeast Asia, where I’ve been in recent years – that’s what everybody agreed upon.
The country stands for so much: the poverty and the spiritual, hippies and Mother Teresa. For most people India evokes something – either the place of longing – of Sehnsucht, or the place where they never want to go, too poor, too crass, to confusing. For the yoga scene India of course has a different meaning. Here is the cradle – created 2000 years ago, the Yoga Sutras, which are still standard works (Although yoga the way it is taught today in the West, is probably connected only to a limited extent to these root. But that’s another story)
At Delhi airport, – the first impressions. I look at the faces, the colorful clothes of the women, the more than strange carpet in the entrance hall. The newer the environment is, the more fascinating everything is and the more interesting it is to look at all sorts of details.
I get more and more tired, and nod at the connecting flight from Delhi to Goa several times – which is also good, because it would annoy me that we have to wait in Mumbai for over an hour on the plane (delays are actually normal, it is also not necessary to explain why it is sufficient that there is a delay – heit does not help to know why).
After over 24 hours of travel time, I arrived at a small resort in Goa almost on schedule. I can even withdraw money during the transfer (I was a bit scared because at the Delhi airport, the card did not work). Finally I ‘m off.