Why again? Exactly! There was still something. Which continually and suddenly occurring Power outages have forced me to finish the previous blogs.
But like everything in India, it was not bad that I arrived almost an hour late at the airport. True to the "Shanti Shanti" - Motto rise delays at each other. Thus came to Ben's flight with almost two hours late at the Indira Gandhi airport. Unfortunately, this was nowhere appears, just typical Indian, and I assumed that something went wrong.
Having overcome the initial shock, it was said to Ben: "Open your eyes and raise your ears again honk the Rikshaws, adjust the stomach to the water to try as much variety of culinary delights." For a few days later, the express train to Agra to the well-known and most impressive buildings in the world. The Taj Mahal ! The nearby ghost town located in the same Fatepur Sikri No time was still taken to the trip for me again Jaipur (I) reported lead. There, away from the tourists, we visited shrines and elephants resting places, followed by a Evening show at the famous and beautiful movie palace Asia (shown, a comedy on Indian Hindi without subtitles), which has received any celebrities an audience and came up a touch of Arabian Nights in us.
After more than three hours of dance, drama, and not to forget the Indian love (They could write a separate blog entry, only this much: Indian love consists almost exclusively of hours of "To look into each other's eyes."), we are back to my third Indian family hospitality experience run.
Prof. Vinita Sareen, her husband and daughter Smalka had invited us both to his home and asked to remain with no obligation. Since both of us to each have experience and have concluded that family from the beginning in our hearts, we felt at home and were showered with all sorts of delicacies formally. A true feast for the eyes and palate. I got to know this nice family by accident. Because when I Shipra , a fellow student from Delhi, to be invited home, she asked me if I would like to have tea with her aunt - which I gladly accepted as already described. 
The next day we went (Vinita, Smalka, Ben and I) is finally Chirawa, which is about 200 km north of Jaipur, and the home of Shipra . bermals we were warmly received and as with the sarees with all the possible goodies fattened formally. For a "No" there was not and we were literally amazed at what can from such a small miniature kitchen all be cast.
It's not only stopped eating, but we got all sorts of temples, parks and other attractions to face and how expected to rush through the half circle of friends Shipras father were presented, I certainly do not need to mention.
All this must come to an end, we were not actually released by both families and only by promising more to come once again had the chance to go, is already an exceptional and unique experience.
unique was the experience of going way back in the "local bus" by Chirawa after Bikaner. Then shot the other passengers, only Indians, striking frequency order and meticulously scrutinized carefully any movement on our part. The bus of his best years have long been behind him, he apparently had no rear shock absorbers and more fell during the bus trip bus ticket from 200Rs to ultimately 100RS are only small episodes on the edge, which I will sorely miss in Germany .
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