Friday, January 7, 2011

Paragraph About When I Was A Baby

It is cold

The adventure has finally begun. After a week of wedding and a week relaxing in the green south we (Annie and I) flew to Varanasi today. The plan was actually to run again in the twilight of the Ganges and in the evening in peace finally to maintain this blog. Finally, no single report is drawn up. But everything is different because it is cold. COLD. At the moment here are six degrees. The home remained would probably be happy, but if you like us only with summer clothes and only a sweater on the road, it makes no fun. Moreover kommmt that there are no heaters. That means the hotel room also has 6 degrees and the bed only a thin, ugly rug. Hot water is also not natural. Buy things we can not because you are in Varanasi in the dark alone should not necessarily about driving. So the only one: from the restaurant and order a tea. If it is present. In most cases, namely, three-quarters of all deals "not available" are. Now we try to come here first to leave. All organize night are booked for tomorrow. Even in the women's compartment. Express Tickets are no more. But luckily still Foreigner tickets for the sleeping car with the windows open. But can not book online, but until tomorrow noon. Please press your thumb:) So, does not write any more, my fingers are too cold. See you soon!

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