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After a 600 Km long train ride from Ahmedabad, we arrived to Aurangabad without to many expectations about this town, and rightly so. Nevertheless, it is the best place to stay one or two nights if you want to see the caves of Ellora and Ajanta. For me, it was a nightmarish period, as I finally got the “Deli belly” thing. And I got it real bad. I was so weak that my wife had to push me up the stairs while we were exploring the caves and I had to stop and lie down every ten minutes. When one sees the shots taken, no one can guess the miserable state of the photographer.
The caves of Elora and Ajanta represent the apogee of rock carved religious architecture in India and are truly spectacular.
Fantastic shots, you are real trooper!
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Travelling solo is liberating in more than one way. The moment of truth is when you decide to go solo, the fear of the unknown will sink in but those who gets over this initial fear will have the world at their feet. Whether you are a male/female, traveling solo is a big decision and it gets more intimidating if you are traveling to a foreign land.
Lets take a look at things to keep in mind:
Be safe and travel without fear. Happy travelling, ladies!!!
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We work in the same office. Yesterday I saw the girl on right gift a chocolate to the one in blue. They both hugged. I asked them what was the occasion. “We are both going on our maternity leave.” They said while happily munching on the chocolate together.
Nice shot, chocolate always works for sure.
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Great photographers from all around the world descend on India to capture the beauty of chaos and the wild colors that is the signature of the country. My involvement in photography deepened when I started working in Qatar five years ago and every visit to India is eagerly awaited.
Fantastic shots, what a country!
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Great pictures, truly a world classic!
I went to India to attend a friend’s wedding. After the festivities, I did some traveling on my own, planned through a travel agent, because I am not THAT adventurous. I ended up staying in places that were much, much nicer than I would normally be able to afford in the US. This was one of the places, a lovely resort in the state of Kerala.
Nice shot, looks like you found a little piece of utopia!
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This is my one foot at a time. The picture was taken when I put my first step on a sea-shore in India. I was much delighted by the mild waves of the Arabian sea which drenched my feet. Hope you’ll like it .
Good shot, must have been exhilarating!
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Back home in Tel-Aviv I enjoy a high – standard life style.. I live in a nice house, I have my food when i want to and my bed to sleep on… I own my car and a I have my job. Everything seems to be really amazing for me. But did i really understand how life is precious the way they really are ? I guess not.. I had it all going for me, and I never really stooped once to think about what life really meant for me.
That’s until I got to India.
So the first day was pretty shocking to say the least. We landed in Delhi and took a Riksha to where we were spending the night. When we arrived around midnight it was simply like getting into a different world. People were sleeping in the streets, children all alone sleeping in food carts, dirt, mess, dogs all around. It was like a bad dream. But i didn’t let it get to me and when we woke up in the morning after sleeping in one of the hostels we found it was completely different. All the streets were full with people running, working, buying food. Children were standing on roof tops flying kites (If any of you ever seen “slumdog millionaire – that’s it !) I knew I was about to begin my journey in a very special place.
IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE TRIP THAT CHANGED MY PERSPECTIVE ON LIFE.
After a month spent in India, visiting multiple villages, meeting many people and eating Indian food every day (which ever since became my favorite) I can say with out a doubt that this was one of the best experiences ill ever have (until I go back again)
The colors, the people, the smells, the food, the views and the feeling of an endless happiness. As if time never goes by.
Lovely shot, so nice that India was such a game changer for you!
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I can never quite stop complaining about auto rickshaw drivers in Chennai. It’s been over a year, but I’m still unable to absorb the shock of paying more than twice the amount I would pay for a similar distance in any other city. I have absolutely no idea of what a “fair” rate is since there are no meters, most of the roads are one-way so the route is not always consistent, and my sense of direction is quite terrible to begin with. I bargain for a standard rate of Rs. 100, irrespective of whether I’m traveling 2 kilometers or 20. If the price is not acceptable to any auto driver, I look for an alternate mode of transport. My hope is that all the times I overpaid will somehow balance out. I have begun considering the possibility of buying an auto: if everyone who tries to take an auto gets fleeced, it’s obviously a lucrative option.
The most annoying thing about auto rickshaws in Chennai is that you have to bargain twice – once when you get into the auto and once when you make the payment. The auto drivers truly believe that they are so exceedingly charming that you will be unable to resist the temptation to tip them generously over and above the atrocious rate they charge you. Even the stoniest countenance will not prevent an auto driver from trying to renegotiate the price when you reach your destination. They also believe that things like traffic on the road are costs that must be passed on to the customer – a very intriguing concept: what else could one expect to find on the road?
I was surprised last week, however, to find an auto with a meter that works. I didn’t even suggest the idea to the driver: he voluntarily turned on the meter! I was frozen with shock and wasn’t sure if I should get into the auto. I did little more than stare at the metre in awe and wonder why there was a panic button on it.
Namma Auto has been launched in Chennai – there are 40 such autos with functioning metres and a minimum fare of Rs. 25. They are planning to grow into a “call an auto rickshaw” service, similar to cab services. I think it’s a brilliant idea, particularly because cab services are also ridiculously unreliable in Chennai – call taxi companies in Chennai usually manage to remember the date, but remembering the time and adhering to it is a bit too much to ask for. It’s a market where showing up is a competitive advantage.
Great post, looks sort of strange, yet change always does!
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