My new thoughts had depressed me a bit. And as anyone that's depressed I could only do two things, eat chocolate, which I don't like, or go on buying. I went on the buying option. I was in Mumbai, if I had to buy anything, that was the place. They would try to rip me off, and I would try to get the less ripped off possible.
One of the things I decided to buy was a compact digital camera. So far, I was depending too much on other peoples photos. Mainly in situations I decided not to carry with my own camera, because it was too heavy, because I could loose it, because it could get stolen. It turned out that while my camera was cheaper than in Spain, the compact one was more expensive. I had seconds thoughts about it, but I went for it.
Taking photos was getting bored. Indians do the same things everywhere. Whether they are in Mumbai, Pondicherry or Varanassi, they sell in bazaars which are practically all the same, stand around stalls eating deep fried food, and, in general, seem to be doing nothing all day long. This is a very vague and simplistic characterization of Indian people, but it works for my purpose on this post. So in order to regain my pleasure in taking photos, I decided I had to reinvent myself. For which purpose, I needed a tripod. Something small and handy.
The last thing I bought wasn't going to settle up my thoughts, but it was a must. My shaving machine had died back in Hampi. I had to change my beard for a while cause I couldn't shave properly. Those who know me well, can understand. I needed a new one.
I had new toys. My bag was heavier and I was in a new trip. New people to meet, new friends to have, new emails to loose and use. It was a new trip, but as well the end of my first stay in India.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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