Thursday, December 27, 2007

Bhavnagar and Palitana

Jenn, Jenn's sister Vanessa, me and Claudia went travelling for a few days of christmas holiday.


On the way to the dissapointment Along. We got our permission too late and never got into the ship breaking yard in Alang.


Road restaurant.


Toilets at the road. Ladies right side.


Woman on a bus.


Workers in Alang - at a shop selling stuff from the breaked ships.



Temple in Bhavnagar.



The school girl to the right and her friend met us at the Gandhi museum shop and decided to take us to the temple. And nope, this is not some kind of advertisement. This is a travelling big Gandhi on wheels which stopped in Bhavnagar for a few days. The people try to touch a part of his plastic body or kiss.


Outside the temple.


The two school girls took us to their girl school hostel. Their teachers where _very_ excited about me and Claudia. I've never felt so much of a sensation yet in India - and yet I've felt as a sensation so many times.


The day before Christmas in Bhavnagar. Great to see some Christmas decorations finally!



On our way to the famous jain temple of Palitana! 3000 stairs. I didn't know that there could be stairs all the way up on a mountain. For me mountain climbing is _not_ about walking stairs.


It's possible not to walk yourself. Carriers brings you to the top for around 100 rupees which is 17 Swedish crowns. When we reached the top as the only western tourists people where amused by the fact that we as (comfortable and luxury) westerns had managed to climb all the stairs without being carried.


Jennifer on the way.


Those white dressed women had dedicated their lifes to the jain temples of Palitana and therefore, since it on the day was full moon, they had to go up & down 19 times in 24 hours.


On the top.


On the way down again.

3 comments:

Who is I? said...

Hej Amja! Ville önska dig en god jul och hoppas att du har det bra. Här är det regnigt och kallt. Kram!
//Fatih

Puzzelmartha said...

19 ggr 24 timmar. det låter jobbigt.

Vad var det där med skeppen? trasiga skepp?

Jag saknar dig.

Jaz said...

The place is different though. But still quite deserving to be memorable.

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