Hare Rama Guest House
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... early and walked the rest of the way. I felt a little silly up there perched so high like a queen. So I walked again along the ghats, some guy approached me, "a chunk of hash mam? Love? Massage?" no to all the above thanks. He says, "why not" and I gave him a ," are you for effen real?" Stare, he left me alone. I have learned if you don't act timid and even use a smidge of humour (depending on the situation) it goes a long way. Again, to walk those riverbanks and see ...
... and after walking around aimlessly for half an hour I realised I must have gone the wrong way. The grey, dusty buildings all looked the same to me and amidst the chaos of people, animals, traffic and darkness I came to the conclusion that I must be the only person on the planet who could get lost walking in a straight line. I had no choice but to retrace my steps and seek another path to our lodgings. A journey which should of taken ten minutes took around 45 and by ...
... through the ashes to recover any gold or jewellery, before the ashes are swept away into the river. Apart from that, the cremation is very much a DIY affair, with the families undertaking the building of the fire, the laying of the corpse, and the collection of the flame from the temple – the duty of the eldest surviving son.
As night fell, we returned to the Ghats and found them even more crowded than in the morning. Every night, members of the priestly ...
... than a funeral, like a running machine and this cultural difference took me a while to get use to. For the India's death is not the end of life. Seeing a body burn, the cloths burn away and the feet poking out, flesh blackened was not gruesome. It wasn't upsetting or even to unpleasant it was just a body. The more I watched the more I felt that actually perhaps the India's have a healthier view towards death than we do. I am terrified of seeing dead people of finding a ...
... Then nothing. We waited for a while, 2 or perhaps 3 or 4 white people there. When our patience ran low we started to wonder what was taking so long for the elusive stamp to be awarded and asked a white lady with a lovely little baby boy (he was so cute) and she explained that she had been there for a long time, and another guy since 6am as the computer network had gone down and there was a wait to clear immigration.
So we sat and waited, there ...