Month: april 2010

March 13. Auroville.
I am not Shakespeare what do you expect? I don't even, even. Just .. howheea, grrr.. man .. why .. blog has been disappointing lately. And I can't do anything about it. How can .. a sincere story .. experiences .. the personal account of an incredible journey trying to make the world a better ...
March 11-12. Elephant trunk.
We make the table today, with the few tools available. A rusty saw and a hammer that loses its handle twice. But we finish the table and the kids start painting it. Ruby cooks a delicious meal again and they serve us like royal visitors. Are the having any expectations, like some of our very ...
March 10. Hard wood.
We buy hard wood. It is expensive and they don't cut it right. But I don't give up and promise to manufacture the table, somehow. We have promised to make a set of tables for the children so that they can study in a more organized fashion. Currently they just take their schoolbooks and stationary ...
March 9. Nehru and Ruby.
At 7:20 Nehru and Ruby come to pick us up from Chennai/Madras' main railway station. I have never experienced such kindness and hospitality and can only stammer thank you when they hang a flower necklace over my shoulder and bring us to a car. We have to travel four hours to get to the orphanage. ...
March 8. Bangalore Monoculture.
In Bangelore we don't do so much. We take an autorickshaw to the Mall, the quintessence of modern India. We need to go to a Mall to find an internet connection, to connect ourselves with the usual, the global vilifying monoculture. We frown upon ourselves, it looks very funny in the mirror. The Mall does ...
March 6-7. What is all this?
We hang out with Malte and the other couchsurfers, but they have other plans, so we part. We then work in Café Royal where Mr. Clinton once came (they still brag about it) to enjoy a decent cup of coffee and a wireless thread to our world.

In the afternoon we bargain a taxidriver ...
March 5. Slumdog CORP.
The Dharavi slum is allegedly the largest in Asia. Ten million people live here. It is the slum of the 'slumdog millionaire' movie. But this slum seems totally peaceful to me. Interactions, however chaotic at first sight, go smoothly, people are smiling. It might be just the surface, of course. We walk around through the ...
March 4. Bump!
Malte, a Berliner man on a mission, arrives. His venture is making a photographic documentary about couchsurfing. He is meeting two girls he is going to follow on their way down to Goa via Pune and other smaller towns. His camera is very professional. In the afternoon Suyeung, a 24-year old Korean traveler and one ...
march 3. Yes captain, no captain.
We fly to Mumbai and arrive there in the morning. The airport looks nice and transportation to downtown, down the peninsula, is easy to get: we take an autorikshaw and a slow commuter train to the place where our couchsurfing host lives. The man is a captain and the place where he lives is an ...