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Three things I didn't like about India

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On the edge of the tower contemplating the beautiful blue city of Rajasthan: Jodhpur. In the end I did not throw.

First of all clarify that what I tell you here is simply my opinion based on my personal tastes and experiences. Come on, as always happens in this blog, you already know us after so many comics.

In conversations about the India I come to be like Mourinho talking about the referees. I charge them in 2 minutes.

It does not fail. I let the typical comments of those who were enchanted by his mystical strength, the authenticity of its people, the peace of its landscapes, etc ... etc ... When the other interlocutors nod to the words of ecstasy, it is my turn to release an already classic: "Well, my experience was a real bazofia".

And so you get to the famous phrase that defines the feelings of the people who visit India so well: “India: You either love it or you hate it”. It is like that. This country does not grant average terms. You are of letters or of sciences, monarchist or republican, of BarÇa or Madrid, of Eva Mendes or Scarlett Johansson… of “I love India” or of “the next temple that I see bursting with stones”. In my case: I choose stone . No paper, no scissors. With mitigating, of course.

Mosque in New Delhi. First day in India and still full of optimism.

I traveled to India in November 2003. It was my first long trip and the destination - within my first World Tour - had been included on the recommendation of some good friends of Rober, my inseparable travel companion and best friend.

We had about 20 days to spend in the country and we committed the typical beginner mistakes that made us bitter the first two weeks of our world adventure.

Here you have some advice or, simply, things that made us wish we never set foot in that country again.

1. Do not hire guides of any kind.

Many people think that we exaggerate with our negative stories about India. Well, I'll tell you how our visit started to the land of the Maharajas.

We arrived in New Delhi from London. It was 2.30 am and we went straight to a tourist information stand at the airport. There, a noble old woman with gray hair that he had to touch the sixties and he wore beautiful clothes - and the classic red circle drawn on his forehead - he attended us. We asked for a hotel from our 2003 Routard guide. She told us, active and passive, that this hotel no longer existed. He had disappeared ... Along with his honesty. Of course, the hotel did exist, as we checked later.

But I had some taxi driver friends That would take us to a very good place. Tired and confident in the advice of such an endearing character, we let ourselves go. How great the figure of the taxi driver friend in India !: Everyone who deals with the tourist has one.

Snake charmer at the exit of a restaurant in Delhi.

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