Diwali or Deepavali is the Hindu festival of lights celebrated every year in autumn. One of the most popular festivals of Hinduism, it spiritually signifies the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, knowledge over ignorance, and hope over despair. People enjoying Diwali in Bhavnagar.
Shri Sai Baba is one of the holy people in India, considered a saint and a guru. This is the temple in Bhavnagar.
Pinksteren is a festival in late spring or early summer in Holland and Dutch language countries. I spent a while in Delfzjil and had the opportunity to see Pinksteren there. Is a festival everybody is taking part and enjoy street food and beer. Well, beer only in the pub. Anyhow, looking through my latin eyes, it was amazing to see people having a daily job but organizing in bands and giving a nice show. Good job, Dutch people!
Lujiazui is the financial zone of Shanghai. Often called “Wall Street of China” is the heart of Shanghai economical life and a good part of China economical life. On the side of Huangpu river, here you can find the highest buildings in China and most of international companies and banks. Here you can find Jin Mao Tower, Shanghai Tower and Pearl Tower. Around a lot of hotels and restaurants offer you a lunch or dinner the way you like it, Chinese, European, Asian or Indian.
The Bund or Waitan is the waterfront area in Pushi, one of the two big areas in Shanghai, Pudong and Pushi, separated by Huangpu river. While Pudong is mainly business part of the city, Pushi is the entertainment part. Even the interests are not completely separated, Pudong has entertainment areas and Pushi business areas, here you will find nice pubs and clubs. I would recommend Xintiandi to spend a Friday or Saturday night.
About 50km far from Bhavnagar, Palitana is a complex of temples on top of the mountain. You can choose to climb by yourself or to use doli. Have to say after first 500 steps I thought I’m gonna die and dry up in the 38 degrees heat but recovered to climb up the 4000 steps and and roads between them. It deserved, not even all Indians going there do that. But some of them are doing it bear foot which is amazing.
That was twenty years ago.
It’s 6 in the morning and trying to find a hot coffee bar proves useless so we have to be satisfied with soluble coffee rubbed into a cup and one cigarette whose smoke rouse the curiosity of chameleon who was on watch during our sleep. In the courtyard two vans appears and guards who first frightened us. Each of the three comes from a different weapon, have different uniforms, but most fierce is in black uniform, and besides the usual already machine gun he carries a pistol and a machete that could behead easily anything and everyone if only looking funny. We are told that we are not allowed to use cameras so put it in the pocket of the bag, handy though, just in case. We squeeze with “weapons and luggage” how can each and hit the road. In front next to the driver sits the fearsome utter a word, scanning the faces in other cars. As air conditioning is a luxury, most of the cars have windows lowered in hope of some fresh air. We get out of Lagos and enter the beautifully built highway that connects Lagos to Cotonou. In less than an hour we get stuck in a traffic jam where old and dusty cars mixes with newer cars, pedestrians and people pushing carts. Continue reading