Monthly Archives: January 2011

Mumbai, 23.12.2008

Mumbai, India, 2008

Mumbai, India, 2008

Diu, 21.12.2008

A short guy enters Deepee’s bar and sits in front of me. He asks for the liquor’s menu and more than once orders a bottle of  whiskey and then gives it back. I think that he doesn’t know how to read roman characters, because he asks me to help him to understand the price of the different brands. Finally, he orders 180ml of Imperial Blue whiskey. The price is 40Rs. When the bottle arrives he sends it back again, says something in Gujarati to the waiter, and the waiter comes back with a 375ml bottle. This one costs 80Rs: in the range of 1.30€.

The guy asks for a glass and some water. He tries to open the bottle of whiskey, but the cap has a safety mechanism, and his efforts don’t succeed. He asks for my help again, while telling me that he comes from Bhavnagar. Bhavnagar is home to one of the biggest ship wrecking yards of southern Asia.

He pours a couple of centimeters of whiskey in the glass, then fills the rest with water. Drinks it while nodding his head and smiling full of excitement. Gujarat is a dry state and people drive 8 hours to come to Diu and drink some booze. Deepee’s bar is one of the dreariest places I’ve ever seen in my life.

Diu, India, 2008

Deepee's Bar, Diu, India, 2008

Diu, India, 2008

Deepee's Bar, Diu, India, 2008

Venakbara, 20.12.2008

Venakbara, India, 2008

Venakbara, India, 2008

I’ll keep posting with more regularity from now on, sorry for the long hiatus.

Sasan Gir, 19.12.2008

Sasan Gir, India, 2008

Sasan Gir, India, 2008

I’m in a phase of rejection. This place is small, people speak only Gujarati. They offered  a tour to see the lions in the Sasan Gir National Park that was more like a kidnapping than an offer. They closed the main entrance of the Umang Hotel and didn’t let anyone out, until the guide, Prakash who was the cousin of the owner, arrived. Prakash took everyone in a jeep and told that he was an expert tracker, all what he was doing was sending SMS to someone else to ask if they saw any lion hanging around.

The small villages on the side of the road are all the same: small houses in concrete or bricks that sell Lays, sodas, paan, and cookies, together with ubiquitous chai. I never see Indians buying this stuff, so I ask myself why is it there.Wall plugs, hotel rooms, hotel corridors, lock shops and rope shops. Lock shops sell only locks. Rope shops sell only rope. An incredible quantity of barbers shops.

The news try to convince people that part of the responsibility of the Mumbai attacks lies onto Google Earth.

Sasan Gir, 18.12.2008

Sasan Gir, India, 2009

Sasan Gir, India, 2009