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THE DREAM

Do you ever dream about going to a place? 

A country, a city, a beach, a mountain?

I did. About a lot of places, but there was one more persistent than all the others and that had a special place in my heart.

I have dreamed - and daydreamed - for more than 10 years about traveling to India. You might ask why - as a lot of people did - but there is no answer.

A part of my luggage to India


Although the idea was born in my head when I was a teenager – the passing days, months and years gave no rational explanation for my desire.

… Maybe because I’ve found the concepts of Buddhism and Hinduism absolutely fascinating.

… Maybe because I was so many times amazed by the richness of colors I associated with India.

…Maybe because as the time passed I have found out that a lot of people whom I find inspiring also lived here for a while or at least visited this country.


A moment from my 16-hours long journey from Budapest to Chennai


Or I might have wanted to see if I am really capable of turning my desires into reality.

Last year I have felt that it is now or never. So I have made the decision. And as 2017 was approaching, my over-the-seas-and-far-away journey also was.

On the dawn of 20th of January I have arrived after 16 hours of travel to the land of myths. My plane landed in the Southern part of the country, in Chennai – formerly known as Madras. For 200 days with 1 suitcase and 1 backpack. 30 kilos.


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THE ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SHADES OF GREEN

Today as I was searching for incense sticks in my luggage where I am keeping the souvenirs I've bought so far in India for my loved ones, suddenly the intense smell of black tea struck me and took me back to moments I have experienced in one of the most magnificent places I have ever been to: Munnar. And because it is May, I am missing home; when landscapes in Transylvania become green and verdant; when trees blossom and I feel alive; it is my favorite month.

Munnar was like a dream of lush green art, a place where elephants could play hide and seek amongst the trees, where you can get lost and forget your problems, your life or who you are.

Some might say it is just a regular hill station, but for me it wasn't. It was the last trip for my flatmate, Ferhan before she left India. I went not just to accompany her, but to clean my mind from the crowd, the noises and the dirtiness of the city.


First time on a sleeper bus Munnar is South-India's largest tea-growing region, abo…

WHEN HAZARD DOESN'T LET YOU REST

Mid April the Hollywood of India was on our visiting list. We went without concrete plans, just to escape Chennai for a few days.
After traveling to Mumbai (or Bombay) I have realized that probably while I am in India I will never have any trip (or day) without unforeseen incidents. My life was filled with random moments even before my arrival, but here everything was multiplied by at least ten. Yes, I had moments of despair, but now I believe ultimately the lesson is about learning how to handle obstacles without becoming desperate.

The challenges started with our departure from Chennai, when Karyati, my friend from Indonesia, caught the flight only by miracle. That was the moment when I've become sure that time can be both expanded and narrowed. 
But after this early-morning stress, the flight itself was a blessing. When we have arrived, around 7 am to Mumbai, the friends whom we were supposed to meet were still sleeping so we have googled the closest coffee place, Lucky Cafe, …