India #2 02.07.2019

Despite the fact that this is a new entry, its start takes place in the plain. The flight is nice, call me crazy, but one of my favorites are the turbulence s, breaks up the uniform plain riding experience.
As we reached Dubai and got off the plain, you could feel the wall of hot air hitting you in the face.
During my two hours of waiting time, I wanted to get a closer look of outside the airport, but it was night and I was not allowed, to leave the transfer zone, for I have no visa. So I sat down and ate some "Coppenrath und Wiese Buttergebaeck" which my mom got me for the flight. Thanks mom :).
The second flight vehicle was an older one. Most of the time I slept. At two o'clock EST the breakfast was served. The currents position time was around 6 o'clock. A bit weird for me, but hey, food is food, right?
The meal consisted of some kind of pea soup masala and little pancakes, additional there were some fruits.
At the end of the flight I had a little chat with Audidi (written as I heard it, I have no clue), an indian woman, which was on her way for home leave with her family.
The plain landed, 8 o'clock and something in the morning. I went to the immigration counter, immigrated picked up my luggage and went to the counter of the Prepaid taxis, to get my lift to the Baptist Missionary Society.
I stepped outside and holy cow, what an atmosphere. Hot and humid and of course it was raining. And like my sister predicted, you start sweating, by just standing there.
I got into the cab, I guess I never rode with such an old car. Helping my driver to find the motherhouse, because he had no idea where to go, we weaved through the traffic. The honking concert was overwhelming and the style of driving too. What are road sings and markings even for?!
I saw my first cow standing in the middle of the street and the iconic Tuktuks. On many vehicles you can read the writing "Save drive Safe life" . My favorite one was the Tuktuk with another writing above the first "Obey the traffic rulls", the spelling was one thing, but how he drove, whoa man, I think that was a good example of double standard :D.
I finally arrived at the BMS, checked in and brought my baggage to the room.
With a filled water bottle I went on a little exploration tour of the near vicinity of the BMS.
Soon I went back and laied down. I slept for some hours, awakening occasionally, and having chats with on of the other 5 dorm room people.
At 17:45 I got up and dressed and went to holy hour in the monastery of the Sisters of Charity, the motherhouse of Mother Theresa.
The adoration was in a rather unspectular room, with the tomb of Mother Theresa in it. But that humbleness made it even more beautiful.
Afterwards I asked some of the fellow volunteers, what a god place would be, to pickup a meal. I was recommended Yos Noodle. It really is a good place and the dish is nice and hot speaking of temperature AND spiciness.
I took the meal back to the BMS and joined the other guests. I talked with some french girls, who where all about talking in German, because the needed to learn. It was pretty confusing sometimes but also fun.
It's ten o'clock local time now and I'm going to sleep now.

To all of you blessings

Sincerely Yours