From Mumbai in KOHLAPUR (continued, part 4) During the five hours that we spent there, we met with all members of large families Arundhati, which, apparently, was the main part of the village Panchgoan. Families slowly came, greeted us, gave to the children's hands and exchanged smiles. A group of young people led me through the village, from house to house, introducing me to their family and friends. I felt like a politician during the campaign: I shook hands with all in a row, kissing children and uttered a short speech to the appreciative audience. Arundhati Annie had brought to him and deal with it in full: she made her mehandi (henna tattoos), and put her in a sari, gave her some amazing bracelets and struck a familiar "Indian" point on the forehead. Women are so carried away with the reincarnation of Annie, which was very interesting to see how they bustle around her. Temple Lakshmi When it's time to say goodbye again, tears Arundhati appearing in her eyes after such a short acquaintance, did not seem strange. It was a sincere reaction to parting with those whom you know not long, but with whom it was good. For me, the day was filled with light, but the nagging melancholia, the source of which I could not identify. I think that, apparently, she has appeared at me because of the unusually strong manifestation of friendship by Arundhati which broke adopted in the west-of-way, or maybe it was associated with awkwardness because these obviously poor people literally showered us with gifts. But in reality, it seems to me that my melancholy came because I have witnessed more honest, inclusive and open way of life. This lifestyle is very different from my western world view, so the gifts of joy that I received, were shrouded in sadness of knowing that I am only an observer. Panhala in Kolhapur in the last day we went to the fort Panhala. Visit this small building advised us to a friend Vine, and we were glad that followed his advice. I do not know who built this fortress (about it in the guide is not a word), but I can report that it has a certain atmosphere (especially against the dark rain clouds), and that tourists are not exactly zahazhivayut in this small corner of rural India . Old, overgrown shrubs ramparts are located on huge cliffs surrounding the city, with stunning views over the valley of Maharashtra. In the city you can see several water reservoirs, where women wash their saris, beating them on stones, and a crooked, blackened by the time the temples. We reluctantly climbed over the ruins and just sat there silently contemplating which lie before us forms, and parrots flying over us, and the longhorned bull chewing his cud in a corner. For dinner, we tasted wonderful thali (Indian dish, a large metal tray on which are served small cups of cooked rice, lentils, spices and various vegetables, approx. Perevi.) In the usual dhabe next to the bus stop. During the meal we did not stop to exchange greetings with the best of curious locals. Then we boarded a bus and returned to Kolhapur. Washing in Panhale At the end of the fourth day of stay in India, after a good simple lunch of batady vada (fried fritters strongly potatoes with pea flour, approx. Perevi.) Pata Bhaja (soup from the leaves of taro and peanuts, approx. Perevi.) And lassi (yogurt, a traditional drink in the Indian state of Punjab, approx. Perevi.), I decided to walk a little to bring their thoughts in order. The first thing I realized - I have settled on his lips relaxed smile. The second - that I smiled and I smiled in response. Incidentally, in secret, in response, but no one ever responded to a smile with disdain. Third - I again remembered unique Indian fun, which I have already started to forget: a facial massage in a barber shop, Lassi, Massalha dosa (an ancient Indian dish, pancakes made of rice and peas with a potato stuffing, approx. Perevi.) Trains with sleeping cars, cows on the streets, swaying his head and an unexpected friendship. I hope that all is still again. I walked past a stall where they sold fruit, candy, newspapers, lottery tickets, Paani (leaves, which are wrapped in a variety of ingredients, ACT ¬ proper digestion, approx. Perevi.) Pictures and Puri. Huge bats are seen in the sky, motionless face frightened the cow, something buzzing rickshaws, and I go, I am filled with genuine feeling, very similar to what is called love, and is determined to enjoy every second, every adventure, every precious moment that I was lucky enough to live in this stunning beauty of the country. Start material:
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