Trekking
The adventure started at the Old Delhi Railway Station. I found my name on the sleeper and sat down by the window with my wide angle camera. It was just like having a front row seat at the theatre. India was unfolding right there in front of my eyes. Colorful national costumes, porters in red shirts with a mountain of suitcases on their head, different colors of the skin, languages, costumes, spicy food carried on large trays – and as if to underline that India is the world’s leading railway country the train moved precisely on time on its way to Basecamp Dharamsala.
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