MC.India/Rajsathan 2011 / 2.800 km / 10 Driving Days /
Delhi/Narnaul/Sikar/Bikaner/Jaisalmer/Jodhpur/
Udaipur/Bundi/Jaipur/Agra/Delhi/
20 feb. JAIPUR – AGRA 323 km.
8:45 am. - Again a fine morning, the sun shines impeccably, as it has now done in 4 weeks. It has only been overcast skies 3-4 days with a simple rain shower.
It's Sunday so I enjoy that there isn't so much traffic, especially since I have chosen to run the first 90 km. along the main road to Abhaneri to see Rajasthan's most fascinating Step Wells.
I encounter a lot of stone sculpture workshops and sales offices around Abhaneri where they work in the soft sandstone in all sorts of beautiful golden and reddish shades.
- Abhaneri is located 10 km. away from the main road. I encountered first at Harshat Mata Temple, which has been tried together as a puzzle. One senses that there are missing some pieces and many are located entirely wrong.
Chand Baori - This 20 meters deep Step-Well also used as a temple has always been at the top of my list of buildings I had to see when I saw the photo of the book 'Architecture Of The Idian Subcontinent ' by Takeo Kamiya. My first route was created after the visual impression from this book. I was too busy to take good foto's of this masterpiece, that I completely forgot to go all the way to the bottom and feel the size of this impressive Step Wells, with all my senses.
Right behind Harshat Mata Temple is a small cluster of very simple small mud-built houses. I sense a very clean smooth and simple aesthetic. Perhaps because of the pure golden sandy soil without any waste. Who does not know to be at a great white sandy beach without murky grays or waste. Earth color and regular consistency affects one's sense of purity.
In this photo you can very clearly see that there is a small light spot in the middle of the photo. This is probably a little dried-spot on my lense, which I didn't discovered in the sunlight, but first noticed when I saw the photos on my computer screen. So all the photos that day has a bright spot in the middle.
I go further and take some photo's. A family in the background are calling me to come and they offer me chai. The eldest son speaks English and tells me he works as a guide on Chand Baori.
I ask a bus driver, if I can continue to run from Abhaneri on the road that runs parallel to the main road to Agra. Yes I can do that. On my google maps is Abhaneri marked by the main road and not in fact 10 kilometers. away from this and there are no parallel roads on the map. I had to believe the bus driver and drive out there.
I drive through many small villages. In this photo a young man gets a cold bath.
After more than 1 ½ hours drive the way I bet on, get more and more into a desert road, the sand becomes more loosely, so it's hard for me to manage MC.
I choose to keep a lunch break and stop right beside an ox distinctions. It gives me an exotic feeling of being out in the wilderness. It does not spoil my lunch, which I washed down with wonderful cold fresh water from my thermos.
I drove on and the compass arrow tells me that I roughly keep the direction to Agra. After a few kilometers. in loose sand, I can no longer keep the MC and progresses in the sand just before the road turns. I got my left foot free off the MC. I realize quickly that I did not have strength enough to lift it up with luggage. When I start to tighten baggage of, comes a tractor-trailer loaded with bricks, running at full speed out of turn. It is forced to turn away from the road, not to run into me. He helps me raise my MC. with the luggage up. He tried also to tell me with words that I did not understand and gestures that I should not continue.
This is actually the first vehicle I have encountered along this sandroad.
But now that I was accustomed to get different information from the Indians, I thought more on my own feeling, supported by my compass.
I chose to drive on through the loose sand where rocks now projected out along the roadside, so I had to fit on my feet.
Due to the noise of MC I did not hear that in a swing another tractor-trailer with sandstone came toward me at full speed. I broke heavily and the driver drove into the bushes to avoid a frontal collision. I pass him and continue out on the increasingly sandy and rocky road now with more and more increase, I can see the lead up to a quarry.
All stonecutters stop work and got up to me laughing and tell me with words and gestures, that I can not move forward, the road ends here. It was the same message the first tractor driver had tried in vain to tell me. At the photos you can see the quarry are not very loudly.
But it is impossible to climb without a genuine way.
I'm pretty exhausted after this strenuous hike through the loose sand and then in the heat. It was really a downer to end blindly in a quarry.
I do not have much surplus as stonecutters, to think this is funny. After some dialogue, I turn MC to run the way back. But now there are problems with the clutch there is quite loose, so now I can not switch gears. It had become loose after my long drive on bumpy roads.
They really want to help me but they have no tools. Therefore I have to buckle my luggage off to fetch the little tool bag. I am more and more hot in my leather clothes. Unfortunately I lack a spanner that fits one of the nuts, so they find it difficult to tighten the coupling.
Eventually they find a solution by putting one of the other fixed keys in tension with the nut. So they managed to fix it for me.
The road down from the quarry is a little steep with many nasty boulders protruding along the wheel track. I run a bit too fast down and is always just about to slip. I clear it luckily. I was not in the mood to hear their laughter over me besides not knowing the right direction, nor could I control my MC. Embarrassing.
Residents, cricket and horse pills in this little village looked very surprised when I 2 hours later again run bye, probably a very rare sight to see a tourist astray.
When I find out to the main road back towards Agra and Fatehpur Sikri, I must note that I only have got 20 km. closer to Agra after 2 hours drive . A bit frustrating. If I wanted to reach my goal before it gets dark, it's probably best I follow the stream along the main road.
4 pm. I finally made it to the city gates to Fatehpur Sikri 'The Ghost City'.
Fatehpur Sikri was built by Emperor Akbar and was the capital of Mughal / Mongul Empire in a very short period 1571-1585. Shortly after Akbar's death, when the city suffered from water shortages, it was abandoned and only this well-preserved Palace and Mosque Jama Masjid is the rest is now only ruins.
This is the only photo of the rubble from the city of Fatehpur Sikri, I got taken
Dome of Jama Masjid. Is absolutely fantastic with its 54 m high entrance portal, which is the largest in Asia.
Now we reach Agra, before it gets dark
After visiting the mosque, I had unfortunately no more power on my camera. I have otherwise been lucky on the trip, as this is only the second time I've run out of power.
Since my camera had gone dead, I took the decision to proceed because it was important to arrive at Agra before it was too dark. I had otherwise been looking very much forward to see the town in ruins.
The sun was going down and it had gradually been a long and strenuous MC trip with lots of impressions.
Agra / 1.3 mill. inh.
I arrived at Agra just before it was completely dark. It was a bit of a traffic and orientation struggle to find the Guest House I had chosen in Lonely Planet.
One was quite close to the Taj Mahal and was ideally with a lovely small garden in their restaurant. Unfortunately I could only sleep this one night. It was a much sought-after Guesthouse.
10 pm. it rained heavily with thunderstorm, but it lasted only a half hour.
I feel that I slowly worked me more north. It has been a little colder weather and more humid. At night, I had to creep well below a couple of thick blankets because they had too many air channels their could not be covered.
21 Feb. Find a new Guest House
Next morning they referred me to their newly renovated Guest house, there was not so far away.
After a few hundred meters I stopped up to inform me. A man asks if he can help me. He tells me that just on the other side lies a Guesthouse, which is as good as what I'm looking for and it is cheaper.
To me, this newly built Guesthouse little sex loose and dull. But I give it a try, it has a large tree plantations in the backyard and was close to the Taj Mahal. They actually have an excellent room with a view from the window into a tree plantation wilderness. It is the army there owns the entire area.
If I need to use the Internet the helpful man has a couple of computer in his souvenir shop next to the Guesthouse.
Taj Mahal / 1653 / The white marble mausoleum Islamic
On all approach roads to the Taj Mahal must go through 3 checkpoints. Where they stop all vehicles which have nothing to do in the area. My Guest House is located in the inner circle.
The day before when I drove at night, I had no problems running through them, perhaps because they were so busy as it was teeming with people.
To get inside the walls of the Taj Mahal area, you must pass through a very thorough check. You have the feeling that they really are nervous of a terrorist attack against the Taj Mahal.
Taj Mahal is a visual eye opener. Although feeling the joy all feel about this beautiful sight that fills most minds.
Taj Mahal almost dazzles one with its white marble there reflect the light. Out of the gate opening, dark circle enter up to one, hovering on the horizon, like a perfect picture of a dream castle from 1001 Nights. Built 1632-1647 by emperor Shan Jahan as a memorial for his wife Mumtaz Mahal, which means 'Palace of Light' who died in childbirth the 1631st.
Shan Jahan wanted to build a similar Taj Mahal on the other side of river. It would just be black. It never came to fruition before he died.
The architect Ustad Ahmad, got carved of the right hand when Taj Mahal was completed. This should prevent that he built a similar one.
The family of India is hereby visualized in front of their crown jewels.
The central part of the mausoleum is surrounded by four identical minarets, built with an inclination outwards so that in case of an earthquake they will fall away from the tomb.
I look into India's Taj Mahal Treasury and the Internal dukle I think that I can discern the light that slowly intensified the more I concentrate.
To the left of the Taj Mahal, this mosque was built in red sandstone, to sanctify the area and provide a place for pilgrims. On the right is an exact replica of the mosque, known as the jawab ("answer") which alone is built for symmetry's sake. The building is not used as a mosque because it does not have the correct position in relation to Mecca.
22. Feb. a night filled with small bites
Have had a very restless night I half-asleep, have scratched or knocked out after small mosquito that is constantly trying to poke me. Next morning I find out that the rear vent window to the bathroom right next to the wilderness of trees, there not is a fine-meshed nets for. It is from this window, the little mosquitoes has come into my room.
The air is very moist, so it takes a few days for the laundry to dry in the room because there is no draft.
Surroundings are not very interesting
The day before I have droved around in the vicinity of the Taj Mahal, which proves to be particularly exciting, with a little dull and ugly new buildings.
So today I'm going to move me a little farther on my MC. I am running for a while but do not some streets or areas, I think it would be exciting to explore.
Therefore I choose to drive back so I can go on the internet and upload some more photos while getting a little longer with my reports.
I got through the first two Check Point, but at the last, there were only 20 meters from my Guesthouse, I could not get past with my MC.
I made a persistent attempt to let them understand that I stayed in Guesthouse right next to it and therefore wanted to have my MC with. But I was forced to park the MC at this Checkpoint.
There was a few blackouts here which lasted for a long time, so it was great that I could use the internet cafe beside. He had a generator that could handle several hours of power failure.
23 Feb. AGRA - DELHI 234 km.
11 am. After a few hours at the Internet cafe, I got ready to run on the main road to Delhi.
I have chosen to drive the direct route along the main road. I have no more the great mental and physical energy to visit / meeting several thousands. I am currently after a months journey, filled to the brim with an impression.
Again problems with the accelerator
2 pm. After a short lunch break and only approx. 100 km. back to Delhi I begin again to have problems with my throttle. I find it hard to hold a march speed exceeding 70 km. per hour.
I decided to drive all the way to Delhi, even though I had these problems with the accelerator. 50 km. from Delhi, was the go as low as 35 km.
I was now aware that the gear discs were being worn down, so I started looking for an MC. workshop.
I found one that quickly found that they could not do it, since they had no spare parts. They referred me to a Honda shop there should be about. 5 km. from here on my way towards Delhi. Blessing in disguise.
I reached a speed of approx. 10-20 km. to the Honda workshop. Finding out that I should have replaced some of the discs and parts of the gear and clutch system.
This was the 4 time I have repaired and replaced the same parts. They have so far not been able to give me an explanation - why it happens, in English I could understand.
I tried to tell the sales manager, the only one who could speak English, that they only had to perform the most necessary, so I could run the 30 km. into Delhi and give the MC problem to the MC.dealer. I had no desire again to pay for the same part. It was not so much for economic reasons, but by frustration that the same problems now for 4 time prevented me from moving forward.
I got the sales manager to talk to the owner on the mobile so that they could agree how much was needed to carry on my Honda and how much the MC.dealer was willing to pay.
1. CHAILA / After 335 km. / Accelerator and Clutch destroyed / The corner is broken at the plate that holds the springs, which can clearly be seen on the photo.
2. Bikaner / After 330 km / Accelerator and clutch wear / On Honda Service shop mechanic said that the workshop in Chaila not have changed the worn parts with new parts.
3. Jodhpur / After 773 km. / Accelerator and Clutch worn / Honda Service Shop / mechanic at this workshop claiming that Honda Service Workshop in Bikaner has not replaced all the parts. At the photos can be seen that the damaged plate first now being replaced. I also accept plastic bags and the replacement parts what is important, because this is the concrete proof that they have replaced the parts. Evidence that I can directly relate to. Since I am only passing through, I'm a good opportunity to cheat because they know I'm not coming back.
4. DELHI / After 1456 km. / Accelerator and Clutch worn / Honda Service Shop / The disc holder and the slices were again replaced.
Waiting times I tried to exploit by writing further on my report but it was not possible, since I could not get power through the cord to my computer. I was certainly forced to buy a new transformer wire. Shit!
5: 30 pm. after 3 hours long wait, did I finally leave. From experience, I went quite often down the workshop to the mechanic to ensure that he dealt with another MC.
Actually, I should not complain. Every time I have needed acute MC help on my trip, I have received here and now.
Delhi
It was dark before I reached all the way to Delhi. Luckily I found the computer area easy at Nehru Place. I found a second transformer to my computer and tested it with the original. I then found out that it was itself the male, which perhaps had a loose connection. The original tripod contact had just been replaced with a normal temperature. male. It turned out to be here, there was a loose connection.
There was so much traffic, so to find Delhi Station at night was difficult. I would try to find a better hotel than the last near the station, because I know this territory. It would be easier next day, driving over to MC.dealer. Delhi is an extremely difficult city to turn itself in.
I asked for directions many times 'Delhi Station'. But again and again I have not understand them correctly or they may not have understood my simple questions. I still feel that I find myself in the situation 'Lost in Translation'. It turned out that I had difficulty identifying the area in darkness, because I was on to the other side of the station.
At one point I was stuck on probably the most busy street in Old Delhi. Everything moved in slow motion. I know the streets well, since I have lived in the area. I quickly found out it was probably best to take one of the narrow side streets, what you can on a MC.
Only the 5 hotel I asked, had an available room. It was OK and the bathroom looked fine.
As I stood in the elevator with my luggage, along with two Indians, it began to chop and work its way up in slow motion. The first thought that formed in my mind was: 'Bjarne you simple do not need any more hardships and challenges. You have no mental energy to handle, being stuck in an elevator in 2 hours. with 2 Indians. You must stop attracting more hardships. " When it finally reached the 1 floor, rose I eased off and carried my luggage up to 3 storeys. I was not in the mood to tempt fate anymore.
After this exhausting trip, I'd wanted to take a bath but the water was cold. The receptionist could tell me that tomorrow morning I could get a hot bath. I tried only with cold water but the shower was one of them, which simplyout of in a few beam. I had tried that before, which was not fun. Instead I soap me from head to toe and then pouring a bucket of cold water over my head. Incredibly efficient, it's like to stand under a waterfall, you wake up.
I was at the top floor where all the young employees use some of the guest rooms. They moved in and out of doorways and was also knocking on my door and try to get in.
I was so tired that I lost contact with space and time before I actually went to bed. First time on this trip.
24 Feb. MC. Dealer
I agreements with the MC.dealer that I came at 3 pm. When I show up, he was not there.
They ask me to sit and wait, as he immediately will be back. I know too well, for this to wait one half hour take the other. I got instead lunch at the excellent restaurant in the area that I usually used.
They ask me to sit and wait, as he immediately will be back. I know too well, for this to wait one half hour take the other. I got instead lunch at the excellent restaurant in the area that I usually used.
MC.dealer was nowhere to be cantankerous 1 rupee from, except the amount of the last repair he hadagreed to pay. I used big words to influence him to pay a lot more of all the expenses I had paid repair bills.
His argument was that I simply had driven too fast on the Honda. It could only tolerate that I drove 40-50 km. per hour. I had simply been driving too fast and too far. This Honda model was only for city driving. It had been nice to have this knowledge before I rented it. I have told him that I was going to do a 3,000 km. ride.
He asked me all the time to sit down and relax and get a cup of chai. I stopped first with my hard cash arguments, when I could sense that I could not affect him. He breathing a sigh of relief and said smiling, though we again were good friends, we shook hands. Next time I rented a motorcycle I would get it cheaper he could promise me.
Back here in Copenhagen, I asked a couple of workshops, what can cause the same damage occurs 4 times on this Honda model. The only answer they could give me was that this could be due to the coupling may have been tightened too much. It always should have a little clearance. The only other explanation they could find was the MC. mechanics at the various workshops, had not done their job well enough.
I contacted a technician proficient in Honda Company in Denmark. He did not know the model and therefore could not give me any better answers than I already had. That the Honda's only could endure the ride 40-50 km. when it had a max speed of 110 km. is not right. But it could well be true that this model was only manufactured for the Indian market.
So I still have not found a conclusive plausible reason for what caused these 4 MC. damage.
Back in the big city, back to the global news in loose leaf form.
The million city Delhi
Being located in a million city where too many people are squeezed together, where survival is harder and alienation larger and thus less solidarity, you are constantly made aware of.
On the internet cafe which was also a kind of travel agent, they interacted with some votes that were in a very unpleasant tone of voice. A cultivator sound of stressed and frustrated people.
This last evening in India, I eat dinner at a Chinese / Indian restaurant and got a vegetarian dish, not more than 20 inr. 1/2 $.
At the hotel, I feel the craving for something sweet, but I think the dessert / cake on the menu was too expensive 100 inr. It costs more than a dinner dishes. He offers me a cake for 50 inr. if I give him the money in cash. 5-10 min. later he stands in the doorway, with a cake in a box instead of on a plate. He has perhaps earned half of the 50 inr. by runing down to the local bakery, outside the hotel's accounts.¨
Indians
To describe the Indians and my relationship to them is very difficult even after this, my third visit within the last 5 years. - It's like describing an old worn washed-out faded giant patchwork quilt composed of many millions of different colors and patterned pieces of fabrics, a chaos of visual and informative information. A chaos assembled in one's consciousness and in spite of forming a perception of organic whole, where the contrasts, the contrasts imperceptibly merge into each other and not directly collide.
'The ancient Greeks would probably have taken a party to the river's mythology, but they should at least have only one set of myths to do while Indians have never been able to settle down with a simple mythology, if they could put hundreds more in '. Quote from the book "Song of the River" by Gita Metha. A very fine book.
In the book 'Shantaram' by Gregory D. Roberts, who himself is / was an Australian convict who fled to Bombay. 'Extraordinary True Story of eight years in Bombay underworld'. I've only had time to read the first 100 pages of this exciting report on the MC. journey. I read very little, but had written more. This quote from the book, says something about Bombay and India. "So tell me, Didier what it makes you to stay here in Bombay 'I am French', he replied, 'I'm gay, I'm Jewish and I'm a criminal, more or less in that order. Bombay is the only city I've ever found that allows me to be all four of these things at he same time".
India seems to me as an incredibly tolerant country that can accommodate a variety of contradictions that can live side by side. They have developed a political culture that gives space, so the most extreme spiritual people can flourish maximum and gives the liberal extremely wealthy people maximum opportunities to exploit the gullible and uneducated masses economically and keep them stuck in poverty.
The main religion, the Hindu as 82% of the Indians believe in and which allow individuals the freedom to choose among millions of gods, some with several heads arms and legs. This spread has certainly influenced and stimulated them to greater tolerance for dissent and for their own destitution.
On my visit to India I have often been confronted with the third of Indians who believe that the wise, have the right to cheat the less wise, 'the freedom of liberalism'. I refer to my actual experience with my MC. workshop visits.
The second third of Indians are located halfway between 'freedom of liberalism' and 'the deeply religious'. The last third 'the deeply religious ", who truly believe in the best of the other person and follows the moral code, could not kill a fly.
Their Hindu philosophy of karma and dharma, affects their daily lives. According to 'karma' (payback act) where any action bears its fruit, also for the life to come. Dharma is the religious ethics and moral rules, the individual must comply.
The whole society is characterized by karma and dharma, the law and that it is up to Brahma if it goes well too. If you are starving, it's your own fault / karma. The ordinary thousands have too much faith that everything is destiny based and the free will, not has so much to say, therefore the Indian social structure move very slowly.
On my MC trip, I have chosen to stay if it were possible, in the old part of the city, which over the last 150 to 250 years have not changed much, because here you can not afford to restore the buildings and many places they do not had running water and toilets and sewers are still channels in the street.
Fascinating and somewhat exotic as a tourist, but incredibly unsanitary and disruptive in the lives of the poor Indians. These old historic buildings radiates spirit and dignity that is lavished on the aesthetics. They are built in an era when they used better materials and had more time to cuddle for detail and comprehensiveness, and created individual personal houses. Most of the houses are passed down through generations, therefore the residents feel a sort of pride and obligation to preserve the house in good condition, although they hardly have a living. Therefore, they are also proud to show their houses up for me as a tourist, despite their decline skill, as most houses really need to be renovated.
As a tourist and artist, I enjoy this aura of aging aesthetics. The obvious poverty, I feel not so strong and negative, since in these neighborhoods in a way the culture of wearing something strong and beautiful. It was still a surplus of energy to hold together the outer soul, and spirit. Just as the body is the soul's dwelling house, is the house the bodies. In a healthy body live a healthy soul.
When visiting the poor in some of the areas where they live in newly built boxes, one senses real poverty. There is nothing positive and beautiful for one to rest the eyes, and for them to rest their souls by. No story which outwardly tell who they are and where they come from. Here it is only discord that has.
It is the deeply religious Indians, in my MC trip there has affected me most strongly because they are most unfamiliar to me, while I think they can give me an insight I need.
The selfish and materially minded liberal people I am used to experience and there knowledge I can not use.
25 Feb. Journey
Woke up totally refreshed after a long heavy and nice sleep at 7 ½ tim. here the last night under Indian skies.
On average, I have on this trip, only slept 5-6 hours per day. night. Tension, restlessness to move forward on the journey, awakens one early. Even when I was not traveling physically, my brain and soul was it even while I slept.
This MC. journey has been a little less hectic than my 3 previous journey since I have chosen to dwell for several days in the same place. But since it lies in my nature to be the more active experience and challenging tourist who tries to manipulate and to stick with the visual impression and convey them, I just displaces the more relaxed, enjoying and more empathetic and receiving tourist.
On this journey, I have experienced most situations from the visual angle, through a lens. I forgot most of the time to be present with all my senses, to go close and direct feel and brand structure and weight of the mud-old houses and all the wooden doors I have photographed. Similarly, I could have come somewhat closer to the people I met if I had given myself more time to ask about their ordinary lives to gain a fuller picture of their everyday lives. I chose to have been in constant motion.
Every time I've been on a MC. journey, I've opened up a little more, to feel the world a little more with my soul. On my next Journey it is important to see if I can stop a little more and be more active, but in the passive recipient role. Overcome my human shyness and get even closer to reality and not hide behind the photo lens as well as combat the turmoil in my mind is constantly on the jump, when boredom shows its face. - Despite the fact that it is probably why I chose to travel around on an MC.
My best journey to date
This MC. journey has been absolutely fantastic, which is mainly due to me on ¾ of the tour has visited cities with exciting visuals old neighborhoods with beautiful temples, Palace and Forts. I have lived in beautiful Guesthouse and Hotels.
It's been a positive benefit for me because I am traveling alone, that this time I have preferred to stay at the somewhat more primitive Guesthouses than on the larger, more impersonal hotels. I've had easier to get in touch with the locals and other travelers when the tone is more relaxed. So I've met some more wonderful people on this MC.journey than I have done on the others.
Rajastahan with its 56.4 million. a sparsely populated state, so I have avoided the heavy traffic of both cars and people.
The trip was exciting when I consistently chose to drive alternative ways, thus I gained a closer contact with the Indians.
I have been traveling at the right time of year. It's been a little chilly at night 7-10 c. but nice comfortable sunshine each day with up to 24-28 c. Few days with clouds. Only a few brief showers.
This time I could face to drive with all my MC. clothes on. Safety vest, leather jacket and leather pans. On this journey I have been a more responsible Mc.driver. I could on this Honda Unicorn 150 cc. only run 90 km. Next time I had to get a new model with at least 200cc.
The only minor drawback of this journey, was that the distance between the cities, I chose to want to sleep in was a little too big. Running 250-350 km. is too much in 1 day when driving alternative routes and makes stops along the way to photograph and experience some of the interesting small villages you pass through. On some sections there were also exciting cultural treasures. It was a little stressful because you wanted to reach the target before it became dark. If I chose to repeat my Rajasthan route, there were probably not many towns halfway between the main towns where I would stop and stay overnight. Next time I might sleep earlier and start already at. 6 -7 in the morning.
MC.India/Rajsathan 2011 / 2.800 km / 10 Driving Days /
Delhi/Narnaul/Sikar/Bikaner/Jaisalmer/Jodhpur/
Udaipur/Bundi/Jaipur/Agra/Delhi/
MC. journey
With the end of this report, I finally also mentally back to my everyday life here in Copenhagen.
I thanks you who have followed me on this incredible visual MC. journey. In my thoughts and mind I'm already planning my third India MC.Journey. 'The Holy MC.Journey Trip', where I will follow the sacred river Ganges from Delhi to Varanasi and on.
AUM
Bjarne v.H.H.Solberg
Artist
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Scenographer
BvHHS@email.DK
www.BvHHS.com
+45 30230036
Artist
&
Scenographer
BvHHS@email.DK
www.BvHHS.com
+45 30230036
