Temples and worshippers
6 Feb, Sunday - 8:55 - another sunny day ahead
No wedding party last night. That makes it the second evening without earplugs and my mood raising all by itself. I enjoyed the relative silence so much that I got to bed only well after midnight.
I’ll get my “early morning “ fresh carrot-orange juice at the vendor’s just opposite RN and then I’ll climb up the hill to the taylor shop in Lal Ghat area. I’ll use the side alleys which are narrow but so much quieter and far less polluted than the main street with the blue exhaust from hundred of auto-rickshaws and Ambassador cars of various ages.
All streets are in fact tidied up every morning, but throughout the day everything is thrown just everywhere and also, the cows and oxes are leaving their visiting cards all over. The dung will be collected during the day and used as “combustible”, but beware the fresh droppings. People feed the cows with grass and left-overs. They seem to like the cows. I have heard them calling out for them and even sing to them. Maybe each cow has his own house – I must ask that question. The scaringly skinny straydogs get their share from what the cows don’t have the time to eat.
Breakfast will be a veg omelet at the “Rose Roof Top Restaurant”. Their omelets are outstanding and there is a wide view on the city itself, on the City Palace and the Arvali hills in the horizon. It makes me think of the Tousand Hills of Rwanda and the view we had in Bukavu. From that roof terrace one can almost touch the Jaddish Temple in all its beauty.
Temple bells and minarets will be calling for prayer from everywhere. There must be hundreds of temples in Udaipur. The Indians are faithful worshippers and have beautiful voices. They are singing with all their soul and know the songs by heart. In the Yaddish temple the last service is at at 21:30 and even that late the audience is big. 3-4 musiciens are performing live music on traditional instruments one of which is played by a foresinger. Everybody is sitting on the cold marble floor crosslegged and barefoot – even we, who remain descretely at the side.
I have an appointment with Mary at the taylor’s where I will order a couple of Indian cotton outfit and have a dress copied from my old Jackpot dress. I must count 4 euro a piece and … euro for the dress in the finest cotton. Delivery in a couple of hours.
I would like to meet Luciano again. We met him last night at the rooftop. He’s an amazing Italian (retired) doctor staying with an Indian family in Udaipur to learn Hindi.
After lunch I’ll go back for a siesta at the balcony and then (maybe) walk up for a yoga lesson at 5 o’clock.
That’s how my buzy day will be ! The luxury of having all the time in the world is a precious gift.
No wedding party last night. That makes it the second evening without earplugs and my mood raising all by itself. I enjoyed the relative silence so much that I got to bed only well after midnight.
I’ll get my “early morning “ fresh carrot-orange juice at the vendor’s just opposite RN and then I’ll climb up the hill to the taylor shop in Lal Ghat area. I’ll use the side alleys which are narrow but so much quieter and far less polluted than the main street with the blue exhaust from hundred of auto-rickshaws and Ambassador cars of various ages.
All streets are in fact tidied up every morning, but throughout the day everything is thrown just everywhere and also, the cows and oxes are leaving their visiting cards all over. The dung will be collected during the day and used as “combustible”, but beware the fresh droppings. People feed the cows with grass and left-overs. They seem to like the cows. I have heard them calling out for them and even sing to them. Maybe each cow has his own house – I must ask that question. The scaringly skinny straydogs get their share from what the cows don’t have the time to eat.
Breakfast will be a veg omelet at the “Rose Roof Top Restaurant”. Their omelets are outstanding and there is a wide view on the city itself, on the City Palace and the Arvali hills in the horizon. It makes me think of the Tousand Hills of Rwanda and the view we had in Bukavu. From that roof terrace one can almost touch the Jaddish Temple in all its beauty.
Temple bells and minarets will be calling for prayer from everywhere. There must be hundreds of temples in Udaipur. The Indians are faithful worshippers and have beautiful voices. They are singing with all their soul and know the songs by heart. In the Yaddish temple the last service is at at 21:30 and even that late the audience is big. 3-4 musiciens are performing live music on traditional instruments one of which is played by a foresinger. Everybody is sitting on the cold marble floor crosslegged and barefoot – even we, who remain descretely at the side.
I have an appointment with Mary at the taylor’s where I will order a couple of Indian cotton outfit and have a dress copied from my old Jackpot dress. I must count 4 euro a piece and … euro for the dress in the finest cotton. Delivery in a couple of hours.
I would like to meet Luciano again. We met him last night at the rooftop. He’s an amazing Italian (retired) doctor staying with an Indian family in Udaipur to learn Hindi.
After lunch I’ll go back for a siesta at the balcony and then (maybe) walk up for a yoga lesson at 5 o’clock.
That’s how my buzy day will be ! The luxury of having all the time in the world is a precious gift.
posted by Bente at Sunday, February 06, 2005
1 Comments:
A nice way to communicate. Already had a buzy Monday morning with fresh orange juice at the vendor's and half a fresh pineapple, sliced in appropriate pieces. They now know what I like and we don't discuss about me buying things I don't want to buy. Even the Rickshaw drivers leave me in peace.
Time for a short siesta before walking up to a yoga lesson and to pick up my garments at the taylor's.
Congratulation with the second tooth, Andreas - strange feeling, isn't it ?
Hugs and loads of love,
Farmor
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