Photographer's Note


...this were the first words my Indian friend Ghulam Nabi said to me after a horrible and very uncomfortable busride from Delhi.

In July 1995 I went together with my Indian friend to visit his family in Kashmir. Allready in these days Kashmir was a dangerous place, because of terrorists sponsored by Pakistan, who wants to claim Kashmir for Pakistan or a seperate country.
But I was thinking when I stay together with a Indian family nothing will happen.

So we took the "24h DEluxe-bus" from Delhi to Srinagar. The worst busride I had (was even worse to the trip to Nubra-valley; see travellogue). The way led us first trough the Indian states of Punjab, home of the Sikh, then via Jammu to Srinagar. The last 200km the road was very dusty through the Hindukush mountains with many curves and some landslides on the way, where the bus has to stop untill the Indian army repaired the road.
On this way we had a puncture in the middle of the night (took two hours two fix it again).

Through the mountains I felt sick because too many curves.
Just before entering Kashmir we had to cross a tunnel and then after this tunnel the view was soooo amazing!!!! The Kashmir valley underneath us looked like the promised land. everything green upto the horizon, no dust no curves!!!
The only bad thing was I was too sick to take a picture from this marvelous view :(
After driving a while in the lush and green Kashmir valley we had a break, my sickness was completely gone...

This picture shows theplaces where we stopped for lunch.
A good old TATA bus, the very solid and undestroyable bustype of India (not comfortable at all, but best for the bad road conditions)

In Srinagar I had a wonderfull time together with the family of my friend, I will never forget.

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