teatime: we sit in the garden of the Hotel Pratap Palace in Chittorgarh and drink masala chai. this is black tea with ginger, cardamom and milk sweetened with sugar tastes
it best for me. Yes I am already half an Indian woman holding with märzetüpfli. (Lili will laugh now and say: "de heinz and tea, safe nööd. you're right heinz
hop has a bead (Foster's Australia) the right to enjoy the cool and bright.
obligate the palace visit, we have also done kota. but what a palace. we felt like the maharaja and his Maharani. well-preserved chambers me very miniature images of everyday life on schöhnen
yard. mirror-equipped and walls painted with flowers. It seemed zuüberladen on us, but who asks us already. we could put us on the seat cushion and
photos machen.die Indian woman which led us has shown us all rooms open and proud.
a Hindu temple in the 11th century, we visited a small village. beautiful stone work with a number of deities and flowers have grown up kamasutra ornaments were on display.
the road from Kota to Chittorgarh 180 km we have overcome in handudrehn. a newly built highway (Indian highway) with minimal traffic and without holes
us forward very quickly. The landscape has always changed crass, from deep green brown and barren rocky. about 80 km we had quarries on both sides so far as the eye can
. deep holes are dug and stone blocks out of there. we think it might be leaning. the rest is debris in huge you can say
mountains piled up. mountains in many of these has the naturally taken hold again. When I look into the wide look at me heimelt it right, it looks like
"at Chittorgarh albis". other parts are orange trees with farming, with fields of wheat, rye, sugar cane fields and opium (poppy white). the poppy fields
pull himself into the wide, should be considered wunderschöhn. the poppy is grown for medical purposes. I would also puffing a bit. if you want
I invite you to the opium den.
good smoke, mlg.
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