A weekend in Spain

A Spanish experience

Ever since I got to know about world map, I had a few places in my mind that I always wanted to visit and Spain was one of them. Until 3 years back, I was not even in a position to think about stepping outside India. Call it the education loan, job or maybe I was too busy exploring India that I could never imagine myself going out.
Before writing down my travel log, I would like to reassure myself that though I love motorcycling but I don’t want the below stereotype that comes with a biker:

Ø  If you are a rider (Moto biker), you should not go anywhere using public transport or other means of transport. If you are doing so means you are saving fuel costs or you are not that man with steel balls kind of poser:

Again – To hell with those who buy a fancy bike to polish it, clean it daily and take it out to go to their office or for some picnic or post encouraging quotes and pictures, without experiencing anything. If such people think they are bikers - get into a circus or see a psychiatrist. I use my motorbike for highways and often use a bicycle to commute to office to keep myself fitter or public transport to travel to places where I can reach easily.

Traveling solo – which is something I have stopped even talking about as whenever I meet a new person (Indian) and tell him about my solo ventures or plans I am hit by that same comment – Don’t you get bored, kisi ko sath le k jao. I control a current that goes in my veins at that moment and somehow I convert this negative energy to make myself look like a victim of loneliness in front of others. I always say – ‘What should I do, no one accompanies me, and maybe I am a boring guy or may be people don’t like my company.’ The other person becomes happy on this thought of him being accompanied by a group and lives in his own web of being loved and cared for and I move ahead leaving him back to his illusive world.

Ok – So now back to Spain thing. One fine evening in Germany, I was browsing websites on Spain and saw a few places I could cover in 3 days, booked my flight immediately and was ready to see Girona and Barcelona along with some other places. On Friday – 13^th June, I kept waiting for a bus scheduled to pick me at 15:15 from bus stop in Bochum but the bus arrived at 17:00 hours. Just to mention, there was a storm on Monday and all train routes to Bochum were blocked, so getting out by bus was the most feasible thing. As I boarded bus, I was a little nervous of missing my flight to Girona from Cologne, but in a few hours I was there at the airport, ready to catch my Ryan Air budget flight.

At 22:15 I landed in Girona in Spain, and called my CS host who lived in Sant Feliu De Guixols, a beautiful coastal town at some 20-25kms away from Girona. I came to Girona city from airport but only got to know that next bus to SF De Guixols is in morning 6:30 am. So I told Ngoc (my Vietnamese host in Spain) that I will see him in morning as I am stuck in city. I came back to airport, it was 11pm by then and I took out my towel, spread it there on the floor and slept (yes I was tired to search for a budget hotel). It was a good sleep and at 5 am I woke up and went to Girona city centre again where I met Ngoc. He was going to Budapest that morning and after some conversation handed over his flat keys to me and showed me his building on google maps. I was feeling fresh so I thought of exploring some places before heading to Sant Feliu de Guixols.

I took a public bus and reached Banyoles and had breakfast there, roamed around the lake, clicked few pictures and from there I thought of going further ahead towards Andorra. Yes, on bus – for a moment – but no – No bus, why not try hitchhiking I thought. At that moment I was not sure but then I walked and walked and walked and reached the highway where I could wave my hand and try stopping vehicles for a lift. After 4-5 attempts a car stopped with a man in his forties. He asked me where I want to go, I only knew of a place Olot so I said Olot. He said ok, come. I tried to have conversation with him but he kept speaking Spanish and I could only understand that he goes 20 kms ahead of Olot towards Andorra. When he stopped at Olot, I asked him I would come to his town with him as I had no such place in mind, it was just that I wanted to get lost anywhere.

The road was beautiful after Banyoles, there were mountains, greenery and beautiful countryside houses and farms. I never thought of all the places in Spain, I would end up in such a mountainous terrain. And when I got down at Ripoll, I got to know Andorra is further 100 kms ahead so I dropped the plan of going there. Now I was in middle of a place I knew nothing about, a few camera clicks and was back on highway. At that moment I dropped plan of going into mountain of Garrotxa and instead spend my time in hitchhiking and getting lost for a few more hours into the unknown. Trust me I had no idea of where I was, no maps, no language understanding, no knowledge of anything but still I enjoyed. On my way back, at first I was able to stop a couple in a big van after around 10 unsuccessful attempts and hell yea I was greeted with a Namaste by the friendly lady and they knew English. She told me about India (27 years back) when she visited and was good to talk about India at such a place where even English was an alien language. They dropped me near a beautiful Castle at Besalu and after clicking a few pictures I was again on highway. This time, it was a tiring effort and people even showed me middle fingers but didn’t stop. Finally, a delivery man in a truck stopped on other side of road after watching me and promised to take me with him after 20 minutes as he had to drop a package in Besalu. I waited for him and he was there again in my direction in next 35 minutes or so. While I told him I am from India in English, he kept saying in Spanish he don’t know Indian language (I could make that out), was funny but he was a curious man and as I speak in English he replied in Spanish and when he asked something in Spanish I replied in English, it was a strange way of communicating.
The roads were clean, there were mountains on both sides and I rolled down windows and suggested him to switch off ac and feel the air, he smiled and agreed and it was same feeling afterwards. The breeze was fresh and in no time I reached Banyoles and from Banyoles I got my bus again for Girona and another bus from Girona to Sant Feliu De Guixols. In SF de Guixols, I was lost again and my phone’s battery died as well, and then I saw a Kebab center named Salim Kebab and I saw a board of free wi-fi. Let me get in and talk, may be they are Indians and if I see internet, I will get to the address and building I am looking for. I ordered some Kebabs (to sound like a customer) as the guy kept speaking in Spanish. Then I plugged in my charger and asked wi-fi password from him and he asked me where I was from – India I said and I asked him – Pakistan was the reply. And then the conversations continued for next 30-40 minutes or so in Punjabi. Punjabi is a language spoken by Punjabis – I think majority in Pakistan speak Punjabi as well. From music to cinema to borders to politics to about cities of India and Pakistan – I felt fresh again and got help from Salim and he showed me the building where I wanted to go, I was thankful to his gesture of offering me to eat Makhani Dal and Tandoori naan, but I was so full with kebab that I couldn’t think about any more food. Rest of the evening I rested, the place had wi-fi so could connect to Noopur and tell her about few of the events and rest she will read here.

Pics for the day:

Just walking in Banyoles

 

Banyoles view of lake from top

 

Banyoles lake

 

Hitchhiking with a Spanish driver

 

Walking on the highway somewhere after Olot

 

Another van in which I hitchhiked

 

In Besalu

Finally at the coast in Sant Feliu de Guixols

 

 

Next day was Sunday – A leisure day at beach. It was the first time I saw a beach with topless women, yes was new to me. I tried to be normal but couldn’t stop my eyes catching someone every now and then. I took a dip and after some swimming I slept on the beach and this totally rejuvenated me. Then I moved around in town, got some fruits and food and then a few beers and walked to the edge of beach with not many people around and finished my beers there. In the evening, I pampered myself with a nice meal of bread with tomato, garlic and a few more beers. And from the 10^th floor of sea facing apartment’s balcony, I admired the sea and quality beers and slept.

View from my balcony

A typical fruit market

Beach in Sant Feliu de Guixols

View of town

Mediterranean sea overlooking the town

Next morning – 16^th June – was my off from office and I had a plan to make full use of this day to see Barcelona. I got a bus at 8:30am and by 10:30 I was in Barcelona. Barcelona, in spite of being crowded with tourists, has a charm. As I was walking with my camera around my neck and a backpack (typical tourist look), I remembered something from an Indian colleague in Germany:
When I was having a meal with Indian group in office, I was asked about plans for weekend and I told them about going to Spain.
One guy in his twisted English accent warned me to be extra careful in Barcelona else I will be looted.
And out of nowhere an unwanted discussion started between us which ended up with:

Me (trying to win a point) – This can happen everywhere, you need to be confident with a positive body language, if you look like a lost tourist with unarranged maps and crawling around with a dumb look on your face you will be always spotted.

Guy again (this time supported by another guy) – No, you not getting me. If you are lucky enough you will be spared, else Barcelona is dangerous place.

I got irritated. Me – Have you ever been there? Has it happened with you?
Guy – No, but my friend was there and he tells me.. aah..  My patience overran by this time and I said – Ok, thanks for your concern, I will be careful. Most of the people who have not been anywhere, who really don’t know about any place are the first ones with their free advices. Same way I am encountered by many people who talk shit about Muslims and I am like do you even know any Muslim, how can you have so much hate and then you say Muslims are not good. But like I said, it’s all people and by now I think I am strong enough to deal with all sort of jerks – either in my professional life or personal space. From a last few years I have actually started deriving pleasure out of such idiotic people and I have a tendency to support their foolish points only to get more foolishness out and laugh on them inside my heart.. In Hindi we say – Swad lena. J

Ok so back to Barcelona and I was feeling sorry for the guy who gave me such an advice on getting robbed in Barcelona. I hitchhiked in mountains in Spain, I stayed at a stranger’s place and even he trusted me to give his flat keys to me while he was away. Back in India I have been staying on highways, in Dhabas, in dim lighted cheap lodges, meeting people of all sorts but if I was afraid, I am sure I would also have ended up in one of those boring guys living in an unreal world, ready for a free advice and with fear dripping out of every single thing they say.

I will share a few pics of Barcelona soon as I don’t really think I would do good in remembering the names of places – museums, castles, forts, historical cathedrals all man made. The best part was a food market where I could eat a lot of freshly prepared food, fruits, juices and breads.

Ok, so that’s all I want to remember about Spain and I am done with my documentation. I would really love to read my blog after a decade or so and remember all this again.

Amsterdam and beyond - Beautiful Breukelen

As any other unplanned travel, my trip to Amsterdam was also not planned. I did a quick booking at carpooling.co.uk and through Couch surfing found a host who informed me he stays in outskirts of Amsterdam and will pick me. A typical weekend trip to Amsterdam and around it was, and there are many people who come here to spend a weekend from nearby places.
Until a few years back, Amsterdam was always a name for me. A global city famous for sex tourism, architecture and the best thing nature could offer to mankind - Legalised cannabis.
After saying goodbye to the carpool driver, who was funny and weird and late I stepped in Amsterdam. First thing to notice there was boat taxi, and then a series of sex toy shops. As I walked around the red light district and few famous squares and monuments, I can't even remember names now, my craze for visiting Amsterdam started to fade. 'Aaah, this is what it is, nothing really special' and then the kick I got in a coffee shop made me happy again. I stopped thinking much and met my CS host - Klaas-Meyer from Breukelen.

The traditional ride

The famous and the most talked about thing about Amsterdam

That's a show window, I took a half hearted pic here

As we took a train and reached his place in night, welcomed by 2 friendly cats and tasty dinner, a round of conversations and beers followed that night and then I slept. Until now everything was behind the veil of darkness, and the next morning we planned to bike around to Breukelen and around. As I moved out on bike, we were immediately in middle of nature. Very beautiful farms, windmills, canals, tea houses with boat parking, folding bridges. I was not expecting all this, but I find it much more exciting than Amsterdam.
As we pedalled around, I saw an unmanned small fruit shop where people would pick stuff and drop money in a chained box. I remember in my university, there used to be a box full of chocolates, chips and a money box next to it and the collections were put on the board daily. A university with future lawyers, MBAs and Engineers, the board always displayed an average of 1 person who paid and 19 who don't paid and picked stuff. To make this average better, sometimes me and my group used to put in extra money in box without picking an item. Aah - and here I am.


God/Allah is watching you so better pay the money :)

And then I got a chance to understand that 70% of Dutch population is living below sea level. There must be a lot of floods every year and large scale devastation, no? Well no, thanks to the architecture and connecting canals which also serve as transportation medium. Also Netherlands is equipped fairly well to deal with natural disasters and floods, so good that US had to contact the Dutch after hurricane Katrina and Rita. I checked the pumps, the control units that can divert water flow and was really awed by the way this place was designed and developed.

Netherlands fairs really well, in top 10 in terms of GDP with a highly open economy, dependent on foreign trade and investement.


The next pick for me was Windmills, I got to know that these old windmills were used to crush wheat. It was a perfect set up standing next to a canal with eyen on a beautiful tea house set in the lawns of a sprawling house with a man rowing his kayak and an old wind mill in the background.

Tea houses were made by rich and influenced people to hold tea parties where people from far could come on their boats. It was interesting to hear the stories about the place

That's the floating house

Crossing river Rhine



A house, tea house and gate where boat is parked




 

The leisure morning ride was concluded by a nicely cooked meal at Klaus's home. And then I left Breukelen with a promise to be here again :)

Cheers and Have fun.

Few more pics:

Yes, I have been there :)

Breukelen bridge

Anyone in for a lunch

Perfect road to jog

One of the 2 pets of Klaus

Bavaria - Any hint?

Yes, the same girl's house who was killed under German invasion

 

My heart beats for Delhi

Delhi is so much more than just the capital city and power centre of India. For centuries it has been conquered, divided and rebuilt, with each new ruler leaving their unique stamp. Wandering through the streets of Delhi you stumble upon overgrown tombs from the Mughal era next to colonial bungalows left by the English and intricately carved havelis.
Interesting Fact: Delhi is the world's second most bird-rich capital city thanks to Delhi Ridge. A part of the Aravalli Range, Delhi Ridge is a forest with rich animal and plant life.
Delhi is at its best during the winter months of November to February when the average temperature ranges between 21 and 29 degrees Celsius. Whilst the temperature is pleasant, what makes Delhi winters worthwhile are the vibrant oranges, blushing pinks and flaming reds that blanket its parks and roadsides as flowers come into full bloom. Delhi is the shopping capital of India, with a wide choice of local, luxury and High Street brands. Some interesting shopping spots in Delhi include: Dilli Haat is a market place where art, craft and cuisine from all over India comes under one roof.
Hauz Khas Village famous for its Mughal Tomb and hip hop shopping has become a creative hub where you can wander through alleyways to find independent young designers, art galleries and hidden cafes. If you enjoy street shopping then Sarojini Nagar is the place for you. With rows of shoes and clothing stalls, this market offers a large variety of clothing and accessories at a lesser price, especially if you bargain hard. There are sweet shops and fruit stalls around, and lime water to satiate your thirst in scorching sun.
Delhi has a lot of options to stay, luxury hotels in upscale locality with all sorts of comforts or low priced guest houses in Pahar Ganj area (also known as main bazaar). Do not miss delhi's street food. Cheers and have fun.

Magical mcleodganj - lapped in himalayas

Mcleodganj, situated at an altitude of 2082 metres in Dhauladhar range, also known as little Lhasa owing to large number of Tibetans who have settled there. In 1959, the 14th Dalai Lama – Tenzin Gyatso, fled to India after failed uprising in Tibet against the Communist Party of China. Mcleodganj is the home to Tibetan refugees and headquarters of Tibet Government-in-exile. People from all over the world flock to this place to seek blessings and teachings from His Holiness the Dalai Lama. Mcleodganj is around 7kms from Dharamsala and one can reach Dharamsala by regular buses from Delhi, Chandigarh, Manali, Shimla. A shared taxi to Mcleodganj is easily available from Dharamsala and once you start your journey uphill, beautiful peak of Triund (mountain peak) welcomes you with a great view. Mcleodganj has options for learning Yoga in Himalayas to keep you fit. You can enjoy a sip of herbal tea on a rooftop café with clouds playing hide and seek with sun, music of monastery bells in background and your favorite book. Walking ahead of Mcleodganj, one can visit Dharamkot for nice street music, trance cafes, Shiva temple and Bhagsu waterfall. A 2 day trek to Triund peak is something not to be missed, having momos and having a meaningful conversation with Buddhist monk is a priceless experience in Mecleodganj.
Once you Plan to go there try getting  information about festivals, local transport, maps, adventure sport like trekking, camping in wild, waterfalls to visit, monasteries, eating joints, yoga centres and all other attractions about Mcleodganj and have a great time there.

Gent & Bruges - Beautiful Belgium Memories

Before I began with my experience with beautiful cities – Gent, Bruges and Ostende in Belgium, I think it is important to let fellow budget travelers know about this website – carpooling.co.uk . I used this site to get good carpool to travel from one city to other in Europe and find it safe, quick and cheap. As an Indian, I had a natural instinct of converting Euros in Indian currency, and cost of carpool was cheaper than what I would spend in India on petrol driven car.

After reaching Gent in Belgium from Dusseldorf in Germany on a pooled car, first thing I notice were a huge no. of bicycles, some parked and some being pedaled. I thought about a while if I should hire one, but then I was not comfortable in keeping anything with me apart from a small back pack and my camera. So I chose to walk around in the city and very soon realized that Gent has a plenty to offer to those who chose their feet as mode of transport. I knew nothing about Gent or Belgium till then, apart from my local CS host in Gent. I met her at a supermarket and we purchased some food and after lunch I set out for a city walk tour.
Gent was more beautiful, friendly and lively than I could ever imagine. As I walked past a few cathedrals, canals and other old structured buildings, I reached Kouter – a grand square surrounded by old monuments and a canal passing through heart of it. The square is known as meeting point of people of the city. A little ahead and I could site 3 towers of St. Nicholas Church, which was an amazing site to watch in night. The lights gave all the monuments a special look. And on the other side of square was Belfort standing tall as a 14^th century castle.

I walked inside city’s famous and oldest cathedral – St Bavo’s and witnessed the grandness and the effort with which it must have been build.

I walked across a few other monuments and structures and captured the pics, but can’t remember all the names.  I learnt about canal route for exporting wheat and woolen clothes out of Gent on the trade ships.
By this time I was hungry again so I decided to try a few Belgian chocolates and then I had 3 local Belgian beers. All that I had was good enough for me to keep me walking again.

On my way back I casually reached the red light district of Gent, where semi naked women were trying to lure people from the show windows. I felt a little sad at that moment seeing the beautiful ladies behind the show windows in a set up made to satisfy lust of a man. But then, this made me go deeper into this subject and I will mention that in another blog here :
Prostitution – An insight into Indian and European brothels.

From there I walked to home of my CS host and we bought some Indian ready to cook food from a nearby shop that had a sikh owner. The place of my CS host was nice and she offered me a separate room on a separate floor and told me about her son who until a few years back used to stay in that room.
Some pics from Gent, if you are downloading any pic drop me a note, I will be happy to know people are liking the pics :

City square and beautiful canal

My trip to Gent was complete and before I could sleep I dropped an email to my wife back in India.


After having breakfast the next morning, I found myself in Oostende – a Belgian city located in Flemish province of West Flanders. Oostende was a small city standing next to North Sea which was set up as a town in 12^th century when fishing used to be a major source of income for the local inhabitants. Due to a harbor, it was always attacked and controlled. It was controlled by the Dutch, Austrian and was affected by British intervention in their trade with Africa as well. It was a cold day and I could see pets enjoying their day out on Sunday at the beach. I couldn’t stay long at the beach due to very cool breeze so I quickly sneaked inside a cozy bar to have some scotch. After visiting a few touristic spots I was out again in the train, this time to Bruges.

Bruges - often referred as 'Venice of North' is another canal based city with architecture ranging back from medieval period. The city was fortified to save from sea pirates. It is very interesting to know that earlier this city was connected to sea through canals which was closed naturally for a century and later a storm opened all canal links to sea. I reached here from Ostande and without wasting a moment was up on foot towards city center. One thing that mesmerized me most was the way medieval architecture is still intact and the way city is open to tourists. Being a UNESCO World Heritage Site, the government expects a lot of tourists and once I was there I didn't feel I am in new Europe, but in a very clean, medieval yet modern part of architecturally rich Europe.
I was suggested by someone I befriended in train to take a map and walk by foot, I did the same. A map that I took from tourist office at station helped me in moving between different monuments, forts and cathedrals. If you are visiting Bruges and have lot of questions, don't think about any and just be there and get lost in the streets of Bruges. I am sure you will agree with me that you are in a different era as long as you don't talk to anyone :)
After visiting a few monuments, I tried many Belgian beers and got high after having 8 or 10 different brand beers, beer was my energy drink that day to walk. I really loved the beers and would request beer makers of Belgium to launch some of their beers in India. All brands were new to me so no loyalty, but all were so good.

My second bullet is Electra 4s

How fool or cool it would be to buy another cast iron 350 when you have one? Everyone is running after new technology bikes but i laid my hands on a used electra 4s from a known person at a good price in an excellent condition. It is a 2005 model with gears on right. Another 4 to 5 k spending and this will be the best in its class. Below are few pictures, i am yet to do complete photography of it.

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World's oldest trade

Prostitution – An insight into Indian and European brothels


Often labeled as the oldest trade in world, prostitution is a trade which is not always a topic of discussion among people. In various countries, it is legalized whereas in many countries in Indian sub-continent and Middle-East it is still considered a taboo to talk to prostitutes or to talk about this subject. My curiosity about legal prostitution in Europe made me draw some parallels between the way prostitution is carried out in Europe, and in India.

I will start with condition of brothels in India. Prostitution in India is sitting on a pendulum that swings it back and forth between boundaries of legality. Brothels are illegal in India, but no effort is made to eradicate them, although they are present in only a specific area inside a city or town. In ancient times, the kings used to have ‘dasis’ or slaves for satisfying their sexual desires and there were many places for men to enjoy sexually erotic dances. But prostitutes were never a part of society and there was no one to see their plights. Even after few centuries, the condition remains same here – The prostitutes are forced into this trade and once they give up, they are sold to brothel owners and are used for sexual business with customers. They often suffer and spread sexually transmitted diseases, they are considered as an unwanted portion of society, they struggle to get their identities or rights that any other Indian citizen enjoys. Often they are raped without use of condoms and they give birth to unwanted kids and this vicious circle never ends. For an example a brothel in Delhi charges 250 INR from a customer out of which around 70 comes to pocket of prostitute, 70 goes to pocket of pimps and brothel owners, 30 goes towards welfare of brothels or towards a temple set up inside brothel and rest goes to different parties for security, maintenance etc. There are several NGOs that try to educate prostitutes on HIV, they try to take the kids out from there for a better future but at the large the picture remains very sad. Many people in India call prostitute (randi) as a slang (gaali) but no one says anything to the customers who go there for pleasure. The alleys inside brothel are poorly lit, drunk people move around freely and aggressive pimps are present inside. All this goes on and on, everyone knows this is not good and must be either regularized or stopped but no government ever dares to stop this or regularize it or voice their opinion on welfare of those involved. A few cases how prostitutes in India possibly enter this field is:

· Neighbor in connivance with parents.

· Neighbors as pimps.

· Aged sex workers from same village or locality.

· Unknown person/accidental meeting with pimp.

· Mother/sister/near relative in the profession.

· Lover giving false hope of marriage or job, eloping with girl and selling to brothel.

· Close acquaintance giving false hope of marriage or job.

· Husband forcing wife into prostitution.

Now let me throw some light on operations of a brothel (known as landlord or place owner) in Europe.
I’ve had a chance to see and witness some in Germany, Belgium, France and Netherlands.
There are red light districts regulated by local municipality and government and the brothel owner rents out room to prostitute, where she can stay. Suppose owner rents out room at 100 Euros per day, there are show windows from where the girls try to lure customers by provocative gestures and showing their semi naked bodies. Now when a customer goes inside and pays 100 euros and she gets 2-3 customers a day, she is able to pay 100 Euros to landlord as rent and remaining is her profit. She has to pay a month’s rent in advance, which can be lowered to 10 days at many places and the day she settles her dues, she is free to walk out, still very much citizen of country enjoying all her rights. When she is living in red light district, she still enjoys all the benefits under labor law.
There are girls who often do this for a month or 2 in year as part time. Now the brothel owner or landlord is one who pays property taxes to government out of his income, he is one who makes sure of safety and security and if some customer tries to force himself in an undesirable way there is a legal system to punish him.
If the prostitute is not able to make money, she can give a notice, pay some penalty for early termination of contract and can very well leave the place.
Also, there are various sex shows that one can watch through peep window in one of those multiple live sex theatres. When I was walking in a lane in red light district, suddenly a door opened and a pretty girl smiled at me and asked why you are so serious, come in. Well I said – ‘Would you talk to me for a while’. And she replied – ‘Yes, I am talkative and can keep talking while having sex’. I was disappointed at the way how strange people must have asked strange demands while having sex, which has made these girls reply in a tape recorded manner without considering anyone as different from a prospective customer.
Well, a secondary search revealed that in eight European countries (The Netherlands, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Greece, Turkey, Hungary, and Latvia) prostitution is legal and regulated.
But I saw it in France and Belgium as well.
So when you compare the above two styles of prostitution what one you think should be adopted?

There are people who say it should be stopped, I would not go into that debate of what is right or wrong. For Indian brothels, I would only say that either stop it or control and regulate it. There is no mid-way and if there is one, it surely passes through a lot of pain, rapes, diseases, poverty, slavery, illegal trafficking, rights abusing, and child rapes and should be stopped.
I am shocked by state of affairs of my country and wish this should change along with millions of other things of governance and administration.

Feel free to leave a comment.

Cheers!