8/jan only one minute
Right after leaving the airport, you realize that you are in another world. I know it sounds a classic definition. Just 2 hours. And everything has changed. You can see that from the airplane as well. Prismatic forms of the houses that contrast with the organic ondulations of the rivers, channels, lakes... we were flying over the biggest delta of the world, the ganges delta, shared with bangla desh. Water is all around. And this is the dry season.
And the indian people has already nothing to do with thai people. Only 2 hours. Skin here is so dark (dark like dark coffee?), but a different kind of darkness than black people, even if some indian have totally black skin. But it's another world of colors, and eyes, so white and big, powerfull. The form of the face, of the fronthead, the hair, the whitest teeth, the expression, the smiles. Thailand really seems to be a kind of switzerland if you compare it with kolkata (previously called calcutta). Everything seems to be organized, even clean to me now. And most of all, silent. And thailand was for me the most chaotic place on earth, and noisy, where cars just respect buses because they are bigger! Here is worst.
Light is the thing I see more different, together with the scene, the atmosphere. Everything is full of dust, since many roads are not paved. Hyperphotogenic spaces, at only 1 minute far from the airport. Cows, mangroves, sandy open spaces, semi-destroyed houses, extremelly dirty all of them, half-dressed children (maybe half-naked) playing...And everything at 15 degrees (10am). Cars looked really old fashioned, almost like the first cars, very solid and heavy. Taxis are yellow, and all of them old as well. Abd the camions and buses are huge!! like painted and dirty monsters. I feel like living on 1920 or '30. It's like I've been traveling on the time. One of my dreams, like the first travelers, the pioners, that were feeling the trip step by step, being aware of the differences between towns, areas, countries... with the food, the people, languages, clothes.
Rickshaws, and bicycle rickshaws, and 'indian tuk tuks', mixed with those monsters of cars, camions and buses, the biggest chaotic traffic I had ever seen. The line in the middle of the road doesn't really exist (if it's painted). The one that horns (claxon) louder, is the stronger, so deserves to pass. And everyone is horning all the time. BUT WHEN I write all the time, I mean all the time. With no reason at all most of the times. Ans all of them have a different noise.
And the street is full of disfigured people, asking for money all the time, in the dirtiest streets, full of shit, and all kind of fragrants... and just laying there, next to thoses mountains of shit and trash. And then, once in a while, in this male world, a woman apears. Like a white witch. More than elegant. Timeless. Like living inside his own bouble, alienated from the outside world, with all those sensual agressions. Moving in a strange speed.
And all this happened in less than a minute. And the biggest smile of an strange impotence came to my face. Everything is happening but me. Prelude of something big? time.
13/1/05
And the indian people has already nothing to do with thai people. Only 2 hours. Skin here is so dark (dark like dark coffee?), but a different kind of darkness than black people, even if some indian have totally black skin. But it's another world of colors, and eyes, so white and big, powerfull. The form of the face, of the fronthead, the hair, the whitest teeth, the expression, the smiles. Thailand really seems to be a kind of switzerland if you compare it with kolkata (previously called calcutta). Everything seems to be organized, even clean to me now. And most of all, silent. And thailand was for me the most chaotic place on earth, and noisy, where cars just respect buses because they are bigger! Here is worst.
Light is the thing I see more different, together with the scene, the atmosphere. Everything is full of dust, since many roads are not paved. Hyperphotogenic spaces, at only 1 minute far from the airport. Cows, mangroves, sandy open spaces, semi-destroyed houses, extremelly dirty all of them, half-dressed children (maybe half-naked) playing...And everything at 15 degrees (10am). Cars looked really old fashioned, almost like the first cars, very solid and heavy. Taxis are yellow, and all of them old as well. Abd the camions and buses are huge!! like painted and dirty monsters. I feel like living on 1920 or '30. It's like I've been traveling on the time. One of my dreams, like the first travelers, the pioners, that were feeling the trip step by step, being aware of the differences between towns, areas, countries... with the food, the people, languages, clothes.
Rickshaws, and bicycle rickshaws, and 'indian tuk tuks', mixed with those monsters of cars, camions and buses, the biggest chaotic traffic I had ever seen. The line in the middle of the road doesn't really exist (if it's painted). The one that horns (claxon) louder, is the stronger, so deserves to pass. And everyone is horning all the time. BUT WHEN I write all the time, I mean all the time. With no reason at all most of the times. Ans all of them have a different noise.
And the street is full of disfigured people, asking for money all the time, in the dirtiest streets, full of shit, and all kind of fragrants... and just laying there, next to thoses mountains of shit and trash. And then, once in a while, in this male world, a woman apears. Like a white witch. More than elegant. Timeless. Like living inside his own bouble, alienated from the outside world, with all those sensual agressions. Moving in a strange speed.
And all this happened in less than a minute. And the biggest smile of an strange impotence came to my face. Everything is happening but me. Prelude of something big? time.
13/1/05
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