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At Keven, Xavier Lucas Elimo, Nathaniel, Ann-Marie, Catherine, Caroline, Veronica, Olivier, Charlotte and all other students of the school Pre-bloom that have a creative project on the theme of gods and goddesses of India: Please

for your kind words! It's very motivating for us to know that we can perhaps inspire other young people to travel and en connaître davantage sur des pays aussi lointain que l’Inde!

Oui, nous avons d’autres vidéos à vous transmettre ! Bientôt nous serons des vôtres pour voir votre travail et vous montrer le nôtre!

Salut!
Julie et Ugo

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Land of Maharajas

Après quelques 30 heures de transport depuis le Népal, nous revenons finalement en Inde. Nous sommes prêts à revenir manger des délicieux currys, à affronter les foules toujours surdimensionnelles et la chaleur du Sous-Continent (environ 30C le jour, c'est l'hiver heureusement!!)

Notre nouvelle destination: la région du Rajasthan, pays des maharajas, des palais sortis des contes des milles et une nuit, des chameaux, des éléphants, des villages au coeur du désert... Un paradis pour les touristes! C'est ici qu'ils sont les plus nombreux d'ailleurs.

Premier arrêt: Jaipur. Capitale de la region. Difficile de traverser les rues de la cité sans se heurter à une vitrine de bijouterie. Que vous aimiez ou non les pierres précieuses, les couleurs vous accrochent l'oeil et l'omniprésence de l'or vous séduit à un point tel que vous devenez un peu Indien. Je m'explique. Si ces bijouteries sont si nombreuses, c'est que la femmes indienne se doit d'arborer de beaux bijoux. La réputation de son mari en dépend. Celle de sa famille au complet too. "People talk a lot here, you know ..." we entrust certain. December is the month of marriages among the Hindus.

No wonder the stores are full of jewels customers: a marriage is not successful without a loop nose with a nice stone rings for every toe (he should not go into a jealous anyway!) a gold pendant, bracelets clinquetants to the elbow, earrings sparkling, a hidden gem on the forehead as a third eye and so on. It was for jewelry. Next comes the purchase of the saree with flamboyant colors often filled with gold thread and semi-precious stones. Then the mariée, sa mère, ses soeurs, ses cousines et ses copines se font décorer les mains et les chevilles avec du henné... Et tient! Pour rendre le mariage plus grandiose, pourquoi ne pas inviter un chameau et un éléphant!? Il ne faudrait surtout pas rater l'occasion d'épater la galerie pour l'événement le plus socialement important dans une vie!

Bref, les préparatifs de mariages sont évidentes partout au Rajasthan (nous croisons régulièrement un éléphant en route vers une cérémonie...) et l'ambiance est magique!

Après les visites des palais et une sortie Bollywood au cinéma le plus chic de l'Inde, nous filons vers Pushkar au sud-est. Like a mirage in the heart of Rajasthan desert, the city set around a sacred lake with its little whitewashed houses. The highly religious city prohibits any form of drug, alcohol and non-vegetarian food. It seems against the presence of tourists do not help to respect these traditions.

While some restaurants do not hesitate to leave a flask of rum to pour your glass of soda, while others offer outright Lassis "happy" that is to say the traditional Indian yogurt shake Seasoned this time This dried marijuana.

With its 200 temples temples, the Gurdwara (temple Sikh), its sacred ghats and its neo-hippies wandering around everywhere, we can say that the atmosphere at Pushkar is downright spiritual. We can even see him spend time with other foreigners recently converted saddhu, commonly called the wise Baba who left everything (family and material goods) to become nomadic and meditate on life. Physically, they are distinguished by their dreadlocks, which furnishes the ashes their foreheads and their modest clothing. Others just seem to be tourists came for the calm. We are part of the latter. We have fun watching this diverse wildlife move slowly through the streets of the city where we can not cross an intersection that does not advertise a course in yoga, reiki and meditation.

Although we would like to perpetuate, time is against us. En route to Mumbai, India's cultural metropolis!

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few memories of our Nepalese experience ...


The leaves absorb the snow my steps as a cushion. Moisture from the river we follow ice my fingers. I consider myself to walk fall in Ste-Adele, except between the trees to my left, the eternal snows of the Himalayas stand at over 8000 meters.

Laurentides = no. Nepal = yes.

Getting together for a project in Nepal in India? Everything is a question of visas. Our pesky but essential Indian visa expires before our return to Quebec. We must renew and thereby confront the bureaucracy in Delhi, that is to say "camp" two days in a crowded waiting room. Another option: leave India and get a new visa abroad. An alternative slightly more exciting!



After two months in India, we offer seven-day trek in the heart of the mountains of Nepal, the tiny country which is home Yet eight of the ten highest peaks in the world. Less populous than Canada, it is bordered by well impressive neighboring south India (1 billion) and north China (1.35 billion).

hard not to be swayed by such powers ... From India, Nepal and the Hindu religion borrows money (the Indian rupee is accepted everywhere as well as the national currency Nepal).

From China, Nepal draws a small taste of communism. Indeed, the Maoists, the political party whose idol is the great helmsman Mao Zedong's people, are busy for many years renverser le gouvernement népalais. À coup de bombes, d’attentats, de kidnappings, ils se font entendre. Mais, assurent-ils, jamais ils ne s’en prendront aux touristes. Suffit de ne pas se trouver dans le mauvais autobus...

Mais rien de cela ne nous touche ici au cœur de la neige, alors que nous suivons notre sentier à travers les Himalayas. Notre seule préoccupation est de respirer. Car bien petits au creux de notre vallée, nous approchons tout de même les 3700 mètres d’altitude. L’oxygène se fait rare.

Notre balade de vallée en vallée et de village en village emprunte les sentiers des Sherpas, une des ethnies locales devenue célèbre lorsqu’un des leurs a transporté le matériel de la première expédition réussie au sommet du mont Everest.

Voilà qu’une femme sherpa aux vêtements colorés, les joues brûlées par le soleil, avance vers nous sur le sentier. Un immense panier rempli de bois est suspendu à son dos. Je me sens soudainement mal à l’aise d’être ici, avec comme unique but mon plaisir, alors que cette femme doit monter et descendre, parcourir durant des heures ces pentes abruptes pour approvisionner son village. À chaque jour recommencer, remonter, recharger le panier, repartir de nouveau. En plus, elle me double en vitesse et en âge. Gênant.

Mais arrivée my height, she gave me a toothless smile, then joins his hands in a traditional hello: Namaste ** **. I shall return his smile and looks away. She lost in the incredible panorama that encompasses it. Glaciers, snow-capped peaks, raging rivers ... I realized at once that it is rather to be sorry for me, I who pass here once in my life. Basically, it does not have daily access to the paradise that is the harder to bear ...

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In India, women are poorly represented in social life et ce, particulièrement dans les villages. Combien de fois nous sommes nous arrêtés soudainement pour constater que Julie était la seule femme sur la rue ... et blanche par-dessus le marché. Rien pour passer inaperçue! Mais alors, où sont les femmes?

On nous dit qu'elles sont cachées derrière leurs fourneaux. Disons que c'est aussi parce qu'elles ne sont toujours pas les bienvenues dans certains milieux de travail comme dans les commerces au détail, par exemple. Dans les grandes villes, la situation des femmes est évidemment meilleure.

Lors de notre passage à Bodhgaya, haut lieu du bouddhiste, nous avons fait la connaissance d'un jeune Indien qui a mis sur pied un organisme specially dedicated to women in rural India. The Academy of Root Development allows women to organize themselves living in their village, to report back to the house through the manufacture of crafts and even becoming head of the family budget.

The youth in question invited us to visit some of these villages. Here are some pictures of those women who wish to contribute to the functioning of their society. Point out their jewelry, attention to detail and beauty of the fabrics that surround them ... and tell you that these women are part of the lowermost caste of Indian society. We had you ever told how the Indian woman is the most flirtatious of the world regardless of social level?








And speaking of women ....

Perhaps you've heard about the scandal of Richard Gere in Mumbai in April? He said that frequently visit India embraced the face of the Indian actress Shilpa Shetty at the flash of cameras. He then returned under arrest (Do not worry fans of Richard, he was quickly released ...). Here, contact between men and women are virtually nonexistent in public. Sometimes, in the cities, young couples s'effleurent hand, but often these displays of affection are held hidden behind a tree at the bottom of a park.

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Bip. Bip. Bip.

Damn alarm clock. Determined to capture the raw excitement of Kolkata (Calcutta) with our trusty video camera, we leave our hotel at dawn with eyes full of sleep. A city in turmoil awaits us. I support

RECORD.

Most of the action focuses on the city sidewalks. It works, you press it, there pray, eat, there is his natural wants, in short, they live there! In this morning like the others, some are busy setting up their booths, while others, freshly arrived from the countryside, are preparing to leave their urban camping in search of work in this jungle already saturated labor . THE PARALLEL

to human misery, a crowd of wealthy businessmen headed to their air conditioned offices. Park on street chic, beautiful but faded buildings remind us, through their architecture, Brittan in the passage of this ancient capital of their colony. Women decorated gold rush to the shops of luxury fabrics to be cut a sari for the wedding of a distant cousin. Kolkata is the city of fashion in the country.

Here conjugent extremes. Nowhere else in the world, differences in wealth are also evident.

" Rick-shaw, Sir!" A man hitched to a cart like a horse to us. He strikes a bell on the seat of his car to summon us to be seated. Kolkata is the last place on earth where the work of rickshaw human remains. The human rights organizations Moreover shiver at the thought that thousands of Indians still practice. Yet, the day the trade will be completely abolished, countless families will lose their only source of income. Moral dilemma.

Dazed by urban wildlife, we set our camera for a moment. We buy good vanilla ice cream in one of those small street stalls. Immediately, some children form a circle around us. " Ice cream, please!" After two months in India, the sad truth is that we built a wall so as not to crack poverty. But today, as we base our cream icy stares at these and decide to share the pleasure of our gluttony. Delicious iced for everyone is our tour! Their eyes full of happiness worth the few rupees we have to spend.

We leave them in a hubbub of " thank you" felt good, then go into an internet cafe, just to reconnect with what is happening in Quebec. Some new emails, one of which is a subject of "Exchange Gifts": Hi everybody, like every year we exchange Christmas gifts. We thought that this year, everyone could make a list of suggestions not to end up with a gift he does not ... Budget: $ 30

I reread the last sentence in disbelief: (...) to avoid ending up with a gift he does not want to! The concept seems incongruous. A gift is a gift! I suddenly wanted to meet my friends they play the spoiled children that gifts that do not command, that if they saw the young who are dying in the streets here they would accept the first present with the utmost gratitude ... But I stop. My friends are in Quebec. I am in India.
I know that on my return, I will be faced with the upheaval values that is the basis of this wonderful journey. Do not despise the other. Share my learning. Phew! Our expected return for Christmas may be our biggest shock of India ...

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Calcutta India lively!

From Nepal, we send a special hello to all the Grade 5 class school Arc-en-ciel de St Remi Armerst making an animation on the theme of India.

They will receive this Friday a television team from the Lower Laurentians filming their work!

Thanks for your interest in this fascinating country with us!

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barter India for Nepal


After Having visited the Taj Mahal, participated in a Hindu festival in Orsha, admired the statues of Khajuraho Kamasutra, meditated on the banks of the Ganges in Varanasi, visited the largest city in the Buddhist world Bodghaya and strolled the busy streets of Calcutta ( Kolkatta), we decided to give us a break from India and took the road to Nepal for a few days ... Today we begin a trek lasting one week from the charming but oh tourist town of Pokhara.

In return, pictures of our escapades Indian and Nepalese our latest madness!

you soon!

Your two adventurers!

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The sun fades into the water of the Ganges in Varanasi while the full moon on the faded blue sky guide our steps. By chance, we meet a couple of Quebecers. Like us, they are thrown headlong into the madness of India. Soon, stories jostle. Our experiments seem to merge separate though and it makes us laugh. Our voices ferocity: "Crazy India!"

Oops.

Our laughter is suddenly faced with the silence of death that floods the scene. A grayish smoke takes us by the throat. All around us, a fire. All around us, a body that burns. That of a young woman.



Both cited the life and death, Varanasi is the mecca of the Hindu religion. 60,000 pilgrims arrive every day to take part in a ceremony, usually that of the cremation of a family member at sunrise or sunset. According to Hindu belief, those who are cremated on the banks of the Ganges in the holy city enjoy a privilege: to go to heaven and end the cycle of reincarnation.

We had heard of. But the live show is something else. Around what amounts to simply a campfire to keep the male members of the family. Women can not attend the ceremony for two reasons: they were crying too much and sometimes they outright immolation during the cremation of her husband to comply with the belief that they are nothing without their spouse. Now, a law forbids this type of suicide.

While other tourists attending the event, I can not help voyeur feel. I feel like stealing someone's soul on his last journey. Worse, my eyes can detach from the leg stiff that emerges from the flames. Aaargh ...



A man armed with two long sticks replace the said leg in a fire. Each to his own, but his is very specific: it must ensure that burn the bodies are brought here. He does not pleasure, but rather because it is his karma. It is part of the lowermost caste among the Hindus, the untouchable. 15 years ago, these people were not allowed to attend public places with the rest of the population, not even the grace to enter a temple. Today they have all these benefits, but it still poses a look at them in disgust.

A little later, we begin to "prep" a new body. Soon, the beach will fill these crematorium and bless their families from the deceased. Suddenly, what seemed barbaric and absurd, seems like a magical rite in which the culmination of a life takes its full meaning on the banks of the sacred river. All smiles, I turn to my new friends in Quebec: "The night is young. We should go enjoy it! "It should certainly not Varanasi is also forgotten that the city life ...

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Next stop: AMRITSAR

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Next stop: AMRITSAR. City of Golden Temple, the highest shrine of the Sikh religion. We find it as two lost souls in its dusty streets. Horns irritate us eardrums, as the cries of vendors and drivers of pedicabs that we seek to extract a few rupees. The smell of urine we stick to his nostrils. Find a hotel. Afford an intimate space. Out of this mess.

To travel in India without getting tired too, it is imperative to learn to let go. If the Sub-Continent offers its share of wonders, he will rage all Westerners eager to organize. Forget your little comfort, forget the route that you had set, and especially do NOT stay on your first impression. You miss out on India.

So we decide to defy our first impression rather disappointing with respect to Amritsar and we head towards the Golden Temple.

We cover our heads with a scarf, we déchaussons, we wash our feet, and then penetrate into the gurdwara (Sikh temple), the largest in the world. Before the splendor of the scene, the calm takes hold of our exhausted bodies. Nestled in a basin surrounded by huge marble went, advances the sacred building that reflects its gilding under a blazing sun. Prayers to the rhythm of drums, multicolored turbans, pilgrims who prostrate themselves before their holy scriptures ... what make us forget the chaos that reigns outside.



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Indians suddenly forget the immense golden temple for which they often traveled hundreds of miles. The focus is now turned to two Western tourists, in this case we. It is jostling to be photographed with us. Click. Click. The crowd gets denser. We find ourselves without our knowledge in the heart of a family portrait. Click. Click. The fascination for us is boundless, even insane. We're white, we wear different clothes and ... Julie is blonde with blue eyes, like in the movies! One snap

With You, please!

STOP!

We make our way à travers nos fans en délire. Direction : SORTIE !

Petite pause dans un dhaba (sorte de snack-bar à l’indienne). Jasmeet Singh, le proprio, nous accueille dans toute son austérité, coiffé d’un turban et d’une barbe fournie, éléments cultes de la religion sikh. Il rêve d’émigrer au Canada comme beaucoup d’autres de ses compatriotes qui composent la deuxième plus importante communauté étrangère.
Il nous fait visiter sa cuisine, fait gonfler quelques chapatis (pains indiens) qu’il nous sert avec des haricots au curry et une préparation de fromage frais tomaté. Ses amis se joignent au repas et les discussions s’entremêlent. The subject of marriage attracts our attention.

Here, the union of one man and one woman can be granted only if both partners belong to the same caste and that if their astrological signs are consistent. The important section is divided encounter newspapers also by social class. But the young men we confess, smile, that if a West offered them his love for a visa abroad could falter their principles ...

Night falls. Our chef Jasmeet we grilled in its clay oven, a chicken just as delectable as yet. In Amritsar, we do not pass near India. Instead, she Absord more.

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I try to sleep, but vain. Vendors of tea, pakoras - vegetables fried in chickpea flour and bottled-water crowd into the aisle of the sleeper train that starts 12 hours of endless journey. Transport in India have no parallel for measuring our degree of patience. Obviously we would need a life for us to do.

"Ugo we play a game of chess? "

Silence. Or rather, heavy breathing in the bed from above telling me that I am only one not to sleep. Comfortable like a sardine in a box, I grab my travel guide, dog-eared as the Bible at the bedside of my grandmother, then browse the description of the Mughal city of Agra. This city is home to one of the seven wonders of the modern world and the most popular attraction of India: the Taj Mahal. We are going with the reluctance of tourists seeking to leave the beaten track.

The story behind the majestic palace, however, arouses my interest. The Taj Mahal was built in the seventeenth century, at the request of the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan's tomb to receive his second wife died giving birth to her 14th child. No other monument built for love is so great.



Five years after construction - which will need 22 years of work and 20 000 workers in total - a son of the emperor who was not heir to the throne, murdered his brothers and imprisoned his father and seize the kingdom. But he has had the kindness (or cruelty) to leave his father views Taj on the back of his dark dungeon where he mouru eight years later. What a dramatic story!

Also in the travel guide, I read a avertisssement reinforces my concerns about this visit: the popularity of the mausoleum has transformed the streets of neighborhoods festival touts of all kinds. They watch your every move. Looking for accommodation, taxi, currency exchange or a restaurant? Here, someone always answers to your needs ... in exchange for a good commission.

I dozed on and the bad news shakes me awake for lorsqu'Ugo announce our arrival

The circus begins as scheduled. We were harassed on all sides. Even the monkeys are part of me stealing the candy and milk that was my breakfast. No mercy!

"We must keep our composure and understand the information. Here is the law of survival. "Throws me Ugo wisely.

It loses some of his wisdom before the entry price to the famous Taj:

"20 bucks! Flight! "

You tell me that's the cost of a cheap restaurant in Quebec, I would say that it is four days of food and accommodation in India. Spend or not spend? Dilemma ... Good. Let's go! We do not often go in the corner after all.

We reject some false guides and a dozen homeless currency changers, and then literally earn our place in paradise. Meet before the Taj Mahal is magical and unreal. Even our photos look like watercolors. Tourists abound, perhaps, but nothing can dispel the feeling of grandeur that we invaded before the huge marble dome which reflected the first rays of sun. Canaries and convinced of being in the right place at the right time, we take a deep breath. An unforgettable moment!



I'd rather not tell you a little later, we get ripped off by a taxi driver. It is better to forget it!

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After twelve hours of night train from Delhi and some three hours drive we reach the town of Dharamsala and Mcleod Ganj, respectively, the seat of Tibetan government in exile and home to the famous 14th Dalai Lama. In fact, he is the one we came to catch the last minute before his flight to the United States and ... Canada.

Unfortunately for us, we get a few hours too late: the lessons they gave to the temple in the morning are over and it will do more before his departure. "Is There Any Way We Can Meet Him? We're canadian journalists...» « NO. NOT POSSIBLE!» , nous assure la personne qui s'occupe des communications de sa Sainteté. Déception.



Cet homme, prix Nobel de la paix, est connu internationalement pour ses enseignements bouddhistes et son dévouement pour le peuple tibétain qui lui vouent une immense fierté. Cette fierté est encore plus grande pour les quelques 130 000 Tibétains exilés qui vivent en grande partie à Dharamsala, et ailleurs en Inde, mais aussi au Népal et au Bhoutan. Les États-Unis, la Suisse et le Canada sont aussi les terres d'adoption de quelques-uns d'entre eux. Sa Sainteté le Dalaĩ-Lama est donc carrément an icon for his people but also for Westerners, including us, who are his lectures as short performances of rock stars.
So this man who went under the nose. Passed under the nose is the expression to use, because the day after our arrival, His Holiness was released by car from his home before our eyes of eager groupies. Little satisfaction. It will have at least glimpsed ... failing to have an interview! (Laughs Pace yourself for this pun in two sub ...)

But our exploration of the new home of the Tibetans' s fortunately not stop there. At the foot of the Himalayas, this land seems out of time. It has the taste of land there and enjoy the fresh mountain air (especially after having spent several days under the overpowering heat of Delhi.) We choose an accommodation in the mountainside, set back from the city. The owner of this little corner of paradise is a friendly farmer who built an annex to his modest home he turns into cottage for tourists to question its rounded ends meet. As his English is limited to hi, room, and thank you hot water , our conversations are limited, but extremely intense.



We enjoy visiting temples context pouir Buddhists in the region and spend a day in a village developed specifically to accommodate young Tibetans in exile orphans. They live in foster families and attend schools where they can continue to be taught their culture in their language.



We meet the proud general secretary of the village and we're also making friends with some children who practice their English course with us.



The timing is fabulous. But like all good things, yes, there is an end! After an extended stay in the city the Dalai Lama, we leave this happiness to another. Branch Amritsar in the Punjab region, the birthplace of the Sikh religion.

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After Delhi and Haridwar, it feels good to be in a city where the smell of incense and spices are to replace the smell of diesel.

self-proclaimed world capital of yoga, Rishikesh has everything to please the tourist who wants to stop time. Small cafes along the Ganges, restaurants veges-like hippies, yoga, meditation, Indian music class, etc..

We take this opportunity to replenish your energy. We subscribe to several workshops and we spend long afternoons drinking wine cellars (we definitely created a dependency on this ultra spicy sweet tea!)

Every day, we travel the pleasant road two kilometers connecting the two main districts of the city. On our way we passed monkeys, cows, mopeds and sellers of just about anything, all in the pleasant surroundings of a lush forest bordered by the sacred river.

At the end of the trail, we arrived in the largest districts, those of Swarg Ashram with its temples, ashrams (retreat) and its ghats where religious ceremonies take place at sunrise and sunset.

A special all energy emanates from this place where we would we try to perpetuate ...

But we must continue our journey!

A little history

Rishikesh owes its popularity to the Beatles. In 1968, the city made headlines worldwide when the famous British group stays in one of his ashrams (retreat). According to rumors, Ringo and his wife would have shortened their journey because they did not like spicy food, while others stayed nearly two months. Many songs became popular originated here. In fact, disillusioned by the greed shown by their guru, the Beatles left India by calling You made a fool of everyone (you're fucking everybody!).

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Haridwar. Place of worship Shiva, holy figure lHindouisme, has escaped a few drops of nectar to make his mark coronation. Every evening at sunset, millions of pilgrims gather to sy purify themselves in the waters of the Ganges. As we are relatively close to its source, a few miles south of Himalaya glaciers, the sacred river is almost transparent.

Everyone leaves drift from the dun constituted an offering bouquet of flower petals quil lighter in its center. He recited a prayer and looked at his gift is lost in the furious waters of the Ganges. Furious because he ballast! The Indians have every incentive to be held near the banks not to be foolishly carried away. With this current rage, no doubt that all sins are washed.

It isn't only the sins that are, the finances of pilgrims too. In this sacred place of prayer and good conscience, we must pay for the offerings to Shiva, pay for a Gadget leffigie their gods, pay donations to the Police Shiva (???), proclaimed, pay, pay and pay again yet in honor of their sacred sainte figure...

Mais cest avec devotion et satisfaction que les pelerins sortent leur portefeuille. Ce pelerinage annuel fut en quelque sorte notre bapteme de lHindouisme.

Pendant que les Indiens se baignent dans leur Gange, nous prenons un bain de foule gigantesque. Mais cest un peu satures des bousculades, des mains tendues vers nous et de la dangereuse circulation que nous empruntons maintenant le chemin des montagnes... Direction Mussoorie a 2000 metres daltitude dici.

Notez que apres cette experience sainte, Julie comprend quil est temps de se vetir a lindienne question de passer davantage inapercu.

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Un pied dans l'avion, mais la tete depuis deja longtemps en Inde, les papillons dans notre stomach are they the result of our accumulated stress symptoms or precipitates dune gastrointestinal disease that shows up the nose?

Montreal Delhi. 23 hours of flight and Descaler. 10:30 nudge. One day of our lives that sevanouie in time zones.

For the first time in our lives we fly over a country at war. Altitude of 11 km separate us from lAfghanistan.

linde Then, finally ...




Delhi seems like a frantic chaos that challenge the senses. The five are placed at Lépreuve and perhaps the sixth as four to be: linstinct survival allows us to walk to our hotel without getting hit by a car a motorbike or a sacred cow.

In Plane, an Indian we had joked that we would see in four months more people than we had seen over the last decade in Canada. A walk in the narrow streets, you feel has come out dun game of the Stanley Cup. Even close ... but 365 days a year. Lequivalent dun third of the Canadian population is in this Indian capital.

dhabitants 12 million, 12 million horns, dodeurs 12 million, 12 million degrees in the shade ... Sitting on the terrace of our hotel at 7 per night, sipping our first winery under the starry sky, we realize that Linde also offers 12 million reasons to smile.

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"We do not plan to India, he was seen. "

All travel guides we tell and retell, but ... approach and departure fear grows. A good scare though. Bulimic travel junkies and expatriation, we dive into India, the country / continent where the landmarks are scarce. This destination energizes us, we in the veins like a drug exhilarating. Meditation, relaxation, yoga, self-seeking ... India promises three months of intense healing. But I thought: time is running out and we are far from ready! Can not be

Zen before setting foot on the plane! Vaccines, visa, grapefruit seed oil capsules and yogurt (the new neo-naturalistic methods to get the spicy food), air ticket ... AIRLINE TICKETS! It's still in the list of things to do ... Do not panic! On the news, for once, we talk a bit about India: Floods cause thousands of deaths and diseases can spread throughout the country ... I switch off the TV. Better to take a double dose of seed oil ...

During qu'Ugo bites his nails until they bleed, I'm in orbit around my backpack ... what to bring? Despite our many travel experiences, this time we start at zero.

India ...

A population of one billion people, who believes in God a dozen different, speaking a hundred different dialects, who lives in Mumbai, Delhi or Calcutta, but also in rural, coastal and ocean the Himalayas. India is also one of the most powerful economic developments of the planet alongside the more blatant poverty.

In India, we feel far from his mother ...

This trip is intended as a challenge while double-contradiction: India draw the essence of our existence, but also achieve both a proposed television series for Canal Vox and writing a novel ... nothing less. The fluid versus the tangible.



Who are we?

Ugo Monticone published four travel stories and two novels. He earned a scholarship this year's Arts Council and to write letters of Quebec seventh book. His visit to the Holy Land became his source of inspiration and driving force for future book.

Julie Corbeil has made the documentary One Way in Latin America (2007). Since January, she made the show Never too Cultural Art Television Lower Laurentians. This trip will allow him to conduct a series of programs on India as the main character with Ugo.

"In India?"

Obviously, everyone has their own little board and his little warning because they have heard of India's step-brother's cousin's friend blind neighbor whose aunt had heard on TV.

"You will see in India is dirty, it stinks, it's disgusting ... There are corpses in the streets. "

Yes, yes, I imagine that it will ...

"Eat no meat, no de lait et surtout pas de légumes car ils sont lavés avec de l’eau contaminée...»

Bah, de toute façon, on finira bien par être malade d'une façon ou d'une autre.

Et il y a ceux qui sont déjà allés visiter le pays de Gandhi et qui savent nous rassurer :

« Les Indiens sont gentils, mais ils te prendront un sein au passage et te taperont les fesses pour rire un peu... juste parce que tu es blanche»

Ah bon....

Au fond, nous nous ferons notre idée bien assez vite. Et vous aussi ! Car nous vous apportons dans nos valises. Par nos chroniques hebdomadaires, vous serez avec nous jusqu'à la fin du mois de novembre... Parez au décollage !