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Thursday the 4th December - From a sand bank in the Ganges River to Varanasi Almost forgot, as we were coming close to the camping spot last night we saw the Ganges Dolphins near us surfacing, pretty magic ! After an almost sleepless night on the sleep train with our travelling team and couple of loud snoring Indian fella's, I though sleep would come easy tonight. It doesn't ! There are Hindu temples with beating drums and ring bells and chanting ...
... as our memories of the rabid monkeys in Jaipur were still fresh. Luckily, there weren't 5,000 this time and we were able to reach the temple in safety. Whilst there, we met an artist whose gallery we agreed to go an see. However, this turned out to be a massive mistake as we spent the next half an hour smiling at her **** pictures and politely refusing to buy them. Unfortunately, we did not escape empty handed as we were forcibly persuaded to pay ...
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... edge to send two candle lit lotas flower floats in the rippling water. We'd almost made it when a Hindu priest spotted us and chased us back up the steps. I guess our dots didn't fool him! We snook down the other end where a little praying boy helped us compleate the ritual with some brass tray waving, leaf trowing, a quick dot paint top up and off our flowers went slowly down the river.
With all our sins now completely washed away, we headed home for ...
... afternoon we wandered down to the Ghats for our first taste of Varanasi's water front. We'd been walking for five minutes when a dirty dark plume of smoke appeared in front us. As we got closer we could see three large bon fires burning. We sat on the Ghats stone steps and before long Maya pointed out a log on one of the fires which carried a strange shape. It was a blackened torso that was only just recognisable. A young man stood by the ...