Rishikesh to Amsterdam 1, from lockdown to lockdown
Rishikesh to Amsterdam 2, from lockdown to lockdown
Rishikesh to Amsterdam 3, from lockdown to lockdown
Rishikesh to Amsterdam 4, from lockdown to lockdown
You may have noticed that my news about the corona virus coincided quite often with news about Trump, the president of the USA.
Already since he was elected I follow his presidency.
And especially his handling of this crisis has shown how detrimental it is for the population there, when the popularity of Trump is so important for him that he is not willing or able to listen to the experts.
This is only two month ago:
On Feb. 26, Donald Trump said there were only 15 confirmed coronavirus cases in the United States, and he predicted the number would soon be zero.
Today Amerika is the hotspot of the world:
World / Countries / United States
The last day before the Janata Curfew I posted this report by Rachel Maddow on facebook with this comment of myself:
“I keep thinking ‘How is this possible’? Later, after the upcoming wave of victims in the USA will have been buried and cremated, there will be made estimates of how much of those deadly victims are on the conto of this so called ‘president’, the main producer of fake news that I know of. Of zoiets.”
In response to my report of the upcoming lockdown and the airspace of India being closed, a friend wrote enthousiasticly: ‘This will be the time of your life.‘
I answered her, quite realistic methinks: ‘Yes, and with a bit of bad luck it will the last time of my life. Don’t you follow the news? And I just heard from my Guesthouse that I am under house arrest by order of the police.’
I wrote this the morning after this India wide one Sunday exercise called Janata Curfew.
What I had not seen coming was that overnight several states had decided to prolong that from the next day on.
A good title for the post I wrote later that day on facebook could be this sentence out of it, expressing another thing that I did not see coming:
“And guess what! They closed the bridge.”
I answered someone in a way that I can use the text to put up on Facebook. Here it is.
The next day, March 24, I posted a so called Facebook memory. It is a picture that I took the year before along the Ganga, close to the Dayananda Ashram.
I added: India is turning into a quiet corner like this one.
The next day, March 25, I shared another socalled memory from the year before: Ganga view.
I added this comment: “No more cappuccinos these days. Lockdown of India is prolonged till half of April. After 10 am no one is allowed to be out on the street. I am in a secretly open restaurant where I intend to spend again my day till after dark. So basically from 9.30 am till 8.30 pm. Today I brought my drawing gear. We’ll see.”
That same day I posted a few more things.
One is the TED talk by Bill Gates about a possible outbreak of a new virus that he already gave in 2015. (Look it up if you want to see that).
And two pictures that showed how fast the idea of social distancing was landing in India.
Social distancing somewhere in India in circles.
Social distancing somewhere else in India, squared.
And a picture of the first lockdown drawing, as you can find in part one of this series of reports. For fun I crop part of it out for here:
I posted this comment with it:
Made during another stay for a day in the same place as the last two days. What a blessing that those guys keep there place and kitchen available. During the day I was most of the time the only guest. The atmosphere about not being in the streets felt very strict today. And I expect it to stay this way.
So, lockdown drawing no. 1.
Time for dinner.
Now surrounded by seven other eaters. In an hour or so I will walk home through the already dark night. Cheers.
On March 27, I posted a short video, with this text:
A rainy Laxmanjhula, ‘the other side’, completely devoid of people. This is most probably, except for this corona virus janata curfew period, never ever to be seen again.
Already for a few days I had been buzy with gathering info about and taking action in the direction of ‘getting home’.
I had applied for that at the newly created website www.bijzonderebijstandbuitenland.nl
Also on March 27 I wrote:
Yesterday evening received a first email from ANWB ALC BUZA Repat Flight India.
Have replied in the affirmative and provided the requested information.
Also that day I posted a message that I found in the facebook group Rishikesh Community:
The times of India tuesday 24th reported information about embassies trying to take their people home.
Contact your embassy.
Also on March 27 I posted a picture of my view from the restaurant with this comment:
“View to the left in pre evening sun, 20 minutes ago.”
In one of the remarks someone kind of blamed me for still playing the tourist. She had done this once before, so I took my chance to clear this up and answered like this:
Are you only looking at my pictures or something?
I laughed when I read your remarks. I suddenly understood your mistake. You wrote something like this before, under which I wrote the question where the fuck does this apparent criticism come from? Now I get it. You don’t read what I write and you only see tourist pictures.
Let me clear this up for you. I spend 23 hours and 30 to 35 minutes a day indoors. I walk around fifteen minutes in the morning during the time that shopping is allowed.
A friend of mine wrote that my behavior in the Netherlands would be called antisocial because I spend part of my time in a restaurant.
I wrote this to him 5 days ago:
I understand your reaction.
But here the tourists who stayed behind are quite inconvenienced.
We don’t have a kitchen, we have a hotel room.
This restaurant where they know me remains open very carefully.
That’s a blessing to me and a few more people.
Most come through a skylight and the rooftop of the adjacent guesthouse.
I myself walk in before 10 am and stay until after 9 pm and go back to my room in the dark.
I spend most of my time here alone.
And at regular intervals a few people come in for a meal.
Most of’m coming down from the rooftop, as I mentioned before.
At the moment we are four guests, nicely socially distanced.
There are four men working in the restaurant.
They cannot go either way.
Their situation is that they live, work and sleep here in the property during the months of the Western tourist season.
They cannot go home. I know from one of them that he lives near Gangotri. That is high in the Himalayas about 300 km from here.
Just like me, they fill their time with internet and looking around.
And occasionally prepare something to eat or drink.
And so earn some more.
Economically, these are desperate times for everyone, anywhere in the world.
Except of course for the wealthy speculators, who will get richer if they don’t die of the virus.
So something like that.
The next day I wrote this day report:
For a change, view to the right in pre evening sun, 15 minutes ago.
The next day,March 29, I shared two Facebook memories. The one with the tree, although apparently out of context, I offer it here too. It is a much appreciated sight and I might never see it again.
Two years ago it came with this comment of mine:
“You may have missed it in the other picture: in the wall is
the only tree that i know having its own balcony.”
To which I added: “Yeah, the tree is still there, motionless and very alive overseeing the world from it’s very own balcony“.
I also reposted a post that I had read in the group Rishikesh Community. It expresses the irritation with and the astonishment about all the conspiracy stuff that started popping up since the day after the virus popped up.
Sound sympathetic enough. And all those conspiracy nonsense coming along!!! My goodness.
To be continued.