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... the Ganges River in Varanasi, where pilgrims bathe in the river and cremate their dead, you've seen a ghat. Children were busy lining the ghats with small clay bowls, filling them with oil and laying a wick in the oil. Then as the sun started to set they went about the task of lighting thousands of these lamps all around the lake. With the softly lit ghats and the thousands of oil lamps, the effect was quite beautiful and serene.
We walked around the ...
... probably thought, as I
realised that my curiosity had woken him up! Opps! After a rather uncomfortable
Namaste from my side I deposited a box of fags at his feet, and scuttled out of
the cave. Sorry Mr monk – I didn’t know you were sleeping, stupid tourist!
Up above the monks cave was a hugging stone which we had
been told about, although we can’t quite remember the full story and local lore
surrounding it, and each of us had a ...
... took a few photos though of the colorful aftermath. After seeing so many people with ruined cloths and dye in their eyes, we were happy that we stayed away. A final thought that we've been meaning to share is an observation we've seen throughout our time in India: it isn't uncommon to see two Indian men holding hands or walking with their arms around each other. We had some interesting conversations about this with Catherine in Varanasi who shed some light on masculinity ...
... I had experienced.
The Return of Delhi Belly
You wouldn't think a holy site like Pushkar would be celebrating a western holiday like Christmas...but here we were, christmas party at the Sunset Hotel that put on repeat an acquired playlist of mind boggling doof doof that went on til 1 am in the morning followed by traditional drum banging and sitar plucking. Seriously...its 3am. Full blast hardcore trance at the holiest of the ...
... stop them from running off, but most of them were free to roam around as they pleased. Our concentration was broken as a slightly distorted sound of boy playing a violin came from behind us. The noise was painful and the boy wanted money, so we proceeded to walk out further into the camel ground. Despite us asking him to stop, he must have followed us a good mile before retreating back to the fair.
We stayed out with all the Camels and their hearders to watch the sunset ...