Meghalaya, one of the 7 (as well count;)) 'states of north-eastern'. Everything is different, India is present only politically. It is so different, I do not know where to start. The world and people.
world: almost vertical hills covered with impenetrable vegetation. When it becomes quite vertical - fall down the stone cliffs, white ribbons przyozdobionymi waterfalls. Clouds, which is the second half of this land. Their diversity surpasses differentiate between various forms attached to the ground. And most important: there's no horizon! (The place where the earth meets the sky, a reminder;)). Here, either the sky covers the land, just holding us in. surface clouds, or can only see the steep walls wawazow, or, if we look to the south, endless plains of Bangladesh, which is heaven itself przeslonietym dense clouds of flooding.
People: as said in the restaurant and met a Khasi 'Yes that's beautiful area but people are short. " No, especially not rise they are;). Ida Street apparently not paying attention to the tourist, with serious faces staring into the distance. But it takes only short 'hallo' and smile, a sincere joy in August rozpromieniaja long-lost friend. Do not deceive - everything here costs as much as they say (pineapple 10rs, batteries 8rs, lunch 18rs). There are insistent - the thing is not to imagine the Iniach - came to SOHR, get out on the market square, the only tourists in the area (not met a white man at all stay here, not counting the Salesians in 1912 with the Archbishop of Bamberg at the helm, greetings from the Philippines, Father Adam, what whipping films;)), the only tourist, standing out of 10 taxis. And what? Nobody is chasing me, no screams, no waving hands. I ate a bunch of bananas, I went where the main street, back and talks to the first in the queue and I will take. Of course, no problem, guy speaks English. Price? 250rs (it was far away, through the mountains with no roads), which is exactly as much as the landlord gives the user department. Another tour of the village of Khasi (a tribe reportedly arrived in the vicinity of Cambodia, the local ethnic majority): small neat houses, courtyards covered with yellow sand, cows graze the fence (Cows grazed here in August, and later eaten. A rarity). The walls of the houses coming rock music. Can see that everyone has their place here, no beggars or vagabonds. It is poor and, yes, but somehow so neatly (they can even spit out the betel nut bins, and chew bezporownania;)).
(this my Khasi describe the denial of india;)).
And what else? The tropical forest (the largest annual rainfall on Earth !!!), wszechkolorowe butterflies (the size of the palm Marcin Gortat would be healthy for us was), hanging bridges over streams on the ropes, bridges, quite alive amazing - the roots of the tree (ficus elastica, if you have at home fikus - poglaszczcie it from me, respect) by the stream 'floor' and handrails, 'Stairs of death "at the bottom of wawazu (500m surpass the stone, moss-covered stairs), and water flooded Bangladesh, the host of' resort '- mr denis Mr rayen daily in white, impeccable shirt and polished shoes (and the middle of the forest), the local market with a thousand fruits, vegetables, fish (including my favorite tungtap - decayed fish, pickled in a bamboo stem), open-air butcher shop (with some strange satisfaction pocwiartowan looked at a cow), clouds, clouds, clouds.
And again at the end I recommend
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pics tomorrow:)
(market for encouragement)
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