Srinagar i/in Kashmir

Komin i villta vestrid... Danmorku... thar sem menn (eda kannski frekar madur og dagblad) teikna spamann muslima og nornir eru brenndar a bali a Jonsmessunott... villimannslegt, ekki svo?

Jaeja, en thegar eg skildi vid sidast vorum vid vinkonurnar a leidinni til Srinagar i Kashmir. Einhverjir byrja kannski ad skjalfa thegar Kashmir ber a goma en thar hefur verid mikil "tensjon" sidustu arin og hridjuverk fylgt i kjolfarid... okkur var thvi ekki alveg sama thegar vid stigum upp i flugvelina aleidis en ogurlega fallegt utsynid yfir Himalayafjollin dreifdi huganum (verst ad thad matti ekki taka med ser myndavel upp i flugvelina. Oryggisgaeslan a flugvellinum var mikil og venjulega rauda-dregils-tritmentin sem vid faum, thad er thegar leigubilstjorarnir keppast vid ad fanga mann i leigubilinn, var ekki til stadar... frekar skritid...

I have arrived in the wild west... Denmark... where men (or a man and a newspaper) drew the muslim prophet and witches are burned on a fire on St. Hans night... wild, isn't it?

When I last wrote Linda and me were on our way to Srinagar in Kashmir. Some maybe get a little twitter when they read Kashmir because of the tension that has been there in the past and the terrorist attacks, but that is something to not think about when you have the flight ticket in your hand. The beautiful Himalayan landscape helped to spread the mind on the way though, but sadly we were not allowed to take our cameras with us into the plane so no pics from that. The security at the airport was massive and the usual red carpet treatment that we got from the taxidrivers in other areas was not there... weird...

Oryggisgaesla er mikil og flest oll gotuhorn eru monnud med logreglu/hermonnum sem virdast leidast og skipta tima sinum a milli thess ad virda fyrir ser byssuskeftin og bora i nefid. Fyrir nokkrum arum sidan, thegar hridjuverk voru naestum daglegt braud a svaedinu, hvarf ferdamannaidnadurinn en er nuna ad byggjast upp aftur. Eitt helsta addrattarafl svaedisins er natturan og fjallathorpin en thar sem vid Linda vorum bunar med kvotann okkar i fjollunum akvadum vid ad eyda tima okkar a husbat a Dal fljotinu. Thad var ljuft...

The security is high and most of the street corners are manned with police men or soldiers which seem to be bored out of their lifes so they spilt their time finding new poses with their guns and picking their nose. Couple of years ago the tourism crashed because of the threat of terrorism but now is slowly building up again. The main attractions of the area are the hill stations with their beautiful scenery but since Linda and I felt we already filled our high altitude quota we decided to stay in a houseboat on Dal Lake. It was sweeeeet...


LEIGUBILARNIR A VATNINU
THE TAXIS ON THE LAKE


SPOLAN AD HAFA THAD NOTALEGT
HAVING A NICE TIME


SVO ANAEGD MED HEIMALAGADA MATINN A HUSBATNUM
SOOO HAPPY WITH THE HOME MADE FOOD WE GOT ON THE HOUSBOAT

Heimalagadi maturinn var thad besta vid batinn en hann var lagadur af fødur batseigandans. Fjolskyldan, sem telur eigandann, brodur hans og hans fjolskyldu, og foreldra theirra, byr i bat fyrir aftan thann sem leigdur er ut og svo eru thau ad smida thann thridja, med odrum ordum ferdamennirnir streyma inn. Thar sem allt er i uppbyggingu og vid Linda alltaf ad spara (tymdum ekki ad borga 10 rupiur (17 kronur)fyrir ad fara vatnaleidina, notudum vid ospart landleidina sem Herdis Storgaard myndi supa hveljur yfir...

The homemade food was the best about the boat but it was made by the father of the owner. All the family lives in another boat just behind the one that is rented out and they are building the 3rd one so one can say that the tourism is blossoming. As Linda and I were saving money, and didn't want to pay 10 rupees for each time we wanted to go ashore, we instead used the other way in... not a very secure one...


LINDA A LEIDINNI INN
LINDA ON HER WAY INTO THE BOAT

Kashmir er eina fylkid a Indlandi sem hefur muslimskan meirihluta ibua og thvi eru andrumsloftid thar adeins annad en annarsstadar i landinu. Konur sjast ekki mikid a ferli og slaedur yfir har, andlitsblaejur og burkur eru thar sjaanlegar. Vid skelltum okkur i mjog fallega mosku en thar var klaedaburdur okkar ekki naegilega godur og thvi fengum vid thessa fallegu sloppa til ad klaedast...

Kashmir is only the state in India with muslim majority and because of that the atmosphere is a little different than other places in India. Women are not much around and hair and face covers and bhurkas are very visible. We went to a beautiful mosque but as our dresscode was not good enough, we got these nice dresses...





GRAFHYSI OG KIRKJUGARDUR
TOMB AND A CEMETERY


FOT TIL SOLU
CLOTHES FOR SALE

Thar sem skolarnir eru i sumarfrii flykkjast indversku fjolskyldurnar til fjallanna og safnast svo audvitad saman, helst a sama fermetranum, og borda, tala hatt og fara i taugarnar a okkur utlendingunum... eg meina, i gardi thar sem thad er nooooog af plassi sitja allir saman helst a somu torfunni... er thetta ekki pinu fyndid?

As the schools are having sommervacations now the Indian families seek shelter from the sun in the mountains and gather there, preferrably at the same square meter, talk loudly and irritate us foreigners... by that I mean that in a big park, where there is enough of space, everybody gathers on a small spot and pack up their packed lunches with the feet of someone in their side...


ALLIR SVO GLADIR SAMAN
EVERYBODY SO HAPPY TOGETHER

Audvitad skelltum vid okkur i klukkustundar batsferd fyrir 60 rupiur (um 90 isk) og thad a fostudagseftirmiddegi i muslimsku fylki... alla malla... greyid strakurinn sem sigldi med okkur var klaeddur i sitt finasta puss thar sem hann hefdi samkvaemt truarbrogdum sinum att ad vera i moskunni a thessum tima. Hann sigldi med okkur i storan hring og taladi allan timann og a endanum vissum vid hvar riku thjodverjarnir gista og hvada Indverji var giftur utlendingi... mjog mikilvaegt...

Of course we didn´t let the oppertunity of a calm and quiet boatride on the mirror like lake slip us by and hired a young boy to sail around with us for an hour for 60 rupees... and that on a Friday in a muslim state... o ohhhh... poor guy, dressed in a very nice salwar kamez, should rather have been in the mosque at that time. He sailed in a big round and talked all the time... at the end we knew where all the rich Germans stayed and the name and the address of an Indian who was married to a foreigner... very important...



RAEDARINN MALGLADI... FINN I TAUINU, EKKI SVO?
THE VERY TALKATIVE BOATBOY... LOOKS GOOD DON'T YOU THINK?


UTSYNID, MINUS BATSDRENGUR
THE VIEW, MINUS THE BOATBOY


FANNST AKAFLEGA GAMAN AD SJA THESSI STAERDARHLUTFOLL... ISLAND, BEST I HEIMI!:O)
WHO SAYS SIZE DOESN'T MATTER, THOSE AT THE BUCKINGHAM PALACE?? GO ISLAND (THAT´S HOW WE WRITE IT!!!)


MARKADURINN... EINS GOTT AD HAENURNAR KUNNI AD SYNDA THVI EKKI ER HUSID STABILT...
THE MARKET... HOPE THESE CHICKENS ARE A SPECIAL SWIMMING BREED AS THE HOUSE DOESN´T LOOK TO STABLE


VATNALILJA OG SPOLA
WATERLILY AND SPOLA


LINDA ALLTAF SMART I TAUINU
LINDA ALWAYS LOOKING GOOD


ENGIN THORF A AD HOPPA I LAND EF MADUR TARF AD KAELA SIG NIDUR, NAEGIR AD KALLA I ISBATINN!
THE ICE CREAM BOAT - NO NEED TO GO TO THE SHORE TO COOL DOWN, JUST SHOUT AND THEY COME QUICKLY!

Aleidis a flugvollin sigldi brodirinn med okkur ad landi en ekki var baturinn betri en svo ad Spola thurfti ad gripa til konnunnar og ausa svo ekki yrdi farangur, skotau eda utlenskar domur votar i faetur... sver ad farangurinn var ekkert of thungur... raegt!!!

On our way to the airport the brother took us in a boat that was not so good... that ment that Spola needed to grab a cup and pour the water out so luggage, shoes or feet of foreign madams didn´t get wet... and no those of you wondering if the luggage was to heavy, it wasn´t so much to heavy.... ;o)



Farin ad fa mer rugbraud med lifrarkaefu...
Gone getting very brown bread with leverpostej (sorry, don´t know the english for that one)
Spola