From Mumbai in KOHLAPUR (continued, part 3) So, the day began with that question were the two classical notions of India, but then I awaited confirmation of a few stereotypes. Once we took a hotel room, we returned to the station to buy a pair of tickets. Those who have already traveled to India must be aware of the pain and frustration can carry a similar idea, only to be envied those who have not yet experienced. Kohlapur - a small station, and the schedule appeared only starting and destination points, hiding the small stations in between, where the train makes stops. Therefore, if you are going to travel to India on a train, it would not hurt to buy a guide rail traffic on the country titled "Trains at a glance." To receive this important we come to read (rather confusing, but that only more Indian): We are at a loss stood and looked at the schedule, we were approached by a man with a big mustache and offered assistance. He perfectly understood what was our difficult problem, and sent us to a bookstore where we could get above-mentioned book. However, the bookstore where he should be, was not there. We managed a passer, and he sent us to another shop, in a different direction. This store was also difficult to find. The young businessman has offered us help, although we do nothing requested, and sent us in another direction. We hesitantly followed wherever he pointed out, but along the way lost. A young businessman suddenly again appeared before us, it clearly follows us, and offered to "cut" way. "Cut" we are across railroad tracks. At this point, we noticed that, how it will be convenient when we purchase this guide, the path back to the station and buy tickets there. Kommersant said: "Well, then why not buy" Trains at a Glance "right at the station?" And so, after hours of wandering, we did! Annie in a sari simply absurd to be angry at such a strange, almost impossible situation. All this happened due to our fault, and all the help we were offered came from the heart, although sometimes we did not ask about it. After that we caught a rickshaw and went to the old part of town to visit the temple of Goddess Lakshmi and buy for Annie kameez shalwar kameez (trousers, wide trousers of the peoples of the East, ca. Perevi.). Mindful of the unusual behavior of rickshaws, I'm kind of feeling which, under certain conditions could be called goodwill, sat in the shabby, noisy and creaking device. Once again I was knocked discouraged - Rickshaw knew where to go, he went exactly where needed, and he - I myself still do not believe it, but it was so - he even included a counter. After 15 minutes I paid him 40 rupees, although he requested 30, and were in a fog, out of the cart. Fortunately, I do not hurt yourself. We were before the temple, I felt a light fragrance of jasmine and incense, which reinforce the sound of tablas (Indian percussion instrument, ca. Perevi.). Annie makes mehandi We decided to first do some shopping, and then pray, because our puja (religious ritual in Hinduism, approx. Perevi.) That we spent the day before together in Wayne in the temple of Ganesh, clearly has done its job. Luck is clearly accompanied us, Lakshmi can wait. Annie made a few uncertain raids on clothing stores, and I stayed outside and watched people who were watching Annie. Cute blonde trying on traditional local clothes - quite an interesting spectacle. Women gathered in small groups, they were all quite good-natured, and they all wanted to talk to me. I was like always at the center of female attention, and as always was ready to please. Explaining one particularly charming couple, what is the challenge for Annie to find just such clothes, which she had imagined, in their face, I immediately found a helper in the campaigns of local shops and ateliers. Au-Indian girlfriend for a white guy. Arundhati with his grandmother Finally, Annie has found what she was looking, but all the surprises were still to come. In appreciation, we invited Arundhati (the name of one of the girls) and her friend to eat ice cream in a small but lovely cafe, which with an enviable ability to control the boy about twelve years old! After we left the cafe and started to leave, Arundhati inadvertently with hope and sincerity, asked me whether we want to go to her native village, to get acquainted with her parents. When traveling, such proposals should be valued, so we quickly and gladly agreed. After half an hour bus ride we were sitting at a table on which were mung dhal and chapatti (beans and wheat tortillas, approx. Perevi.), In a simple room with a pleasant atmosphere in the house of his father Arundhati. Start material: Completion of material:
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