Back in Jerusalem

Puh. That was a long journey. I started from Kamsheet yesterday at eleven in the evening. First a private transfer to the airport in Mumbai – a three-hour hell-ride with several near collisions and a portion of driving against the traffic on the wrong side of the road in Mumbai. Scary stuff.

Then waiting for hours at Mumbai airport, boarding the plane for an almost six hour long flight, more hours of waiting in Istanbul and finally the last flight back to the Middle East. After more waiting at Tel Aviv airport, I caught a transfer to Jerusalem. And now I am home! It is a much harder life being a travel journalist than most people would ever imagine.

Tomorrow morning there will be lots of photos from India here.

Now in Panchgari, up on a mountain

This is the site where we fly in Kamsheet

Women picking cow dung.
Later, they will mix it with water and form them into
standard sized cow dung pancakes. These are dried in
the sun and sold as fuel.

Kids close to our take off. It is their mothers that pick the dung.

I am still enjoying myself in India, doing a lot of paragliding for a story in Hypoxia, Sweden's paragliding magazine. Today, we moved from Kamsheet to Panchgari, four hours driving eastwards, high up on a montain.

In the new hotel, there is better internet, so I will try to upload some photos.