Grr.. today we went to a "bazaar" (marketplace). I must admit, that first time in India I was really terrified - all this noise, people, hustle, motorcycles, bicycles, cars, screaming, shouting, waving, staring..
I didn't want to be there. I would have wanted to turn back and go away at the same minute, we arrived. But our bus was already gone and we had agreed, that it will come back in two hours. So - I stood in the middle of the street and wanted to start to cry.. But - survivor as I am - I found quick solution => keeping close to people who look even more different, than me (clever, aah?! ;) Having someone around, "sharing" the attention and having the possibility to look around myself (as someone was looking after me) made me feel much better. Eventually - we heard a lot of funny comments, got a lot of looks and made a lot of jokes ourselves! :)) Many people were asking, where we are coming from - and as the guy was from Mozambique - I answered to everyone - with the most serious face -, that we (both) are coming from Mozambique! I think, some people even believed me! :))
Traveling alone is not for me! ;) I will always have someone around, I believe..