Baba Lolark Pg on Ganges
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... come and force the women to open the door. I don't know how we did it but we now had close to 60 in the car.
At most station stops food vendors were selling their wares through the window in our non-air conditioned car.
I stayed up the whole night dosing off once or twice. At one point in the middle of the night as we left a station a teenage boy came running up to the car jumped and tried to grab an earring off a woman's head. He didn't get the earring but ...
... in a short lightning storm along the way and getting drenched. The food was really good and there was live music on with a Sita player and a guy with a flute type thing. We got back a little late about 12.30am and the gate to our guesthouse was closed. We had to haul ourselves over then wake someone up to come let us in, they didn't look too happy.
In the morning we were all meant to meet up at 5am for a sunrise boat trip along the Ganges. Quite a lot of beer had been drunk the ...
... you could see two remaining little fires and one cremation being prepared. They build a bed out of sandalwood (at a staggering 200 rupees per kg and 360 kg are needed in average per body, a lot of money for most of the indian people) on which the body was put and then being covered with more wood.
For centuries Hindus have been seeking „Moksha“ - release from the cycle of life, death and reincarnation by dying in Varanasi or ...
... some of the many temples situated around the area. We hopped in a tuk tuk provided by the hotel and set off. Each temple was different from the rest. One of the temples was a monkey temple however the monkeys seemed to be a bit of an afterthought, the main part was a big shrine where big groups of people queued in male and female lines to give sweets to the people behind the barrier next to the shrine. In return they got given what I could see as a handful if water. ...
... to take me, which I did. We had to go through the lanes to get to the main road where the bank is. They seemed to go on for ever and ever and I wondered if I would ever get out of this place without being knee deep in cow ****, without being head butted by a cow again, bitten by a dog or spat on (accidentally) by one of the locals. We eventually got to the main road just to be thrust into a different in kind of chaos. I took my **** into my hands and tried to get it ...