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No movement in our camp until after 11 as we recooped and had some decent sleep ( well in a real bed and not moving). It's Holi day here and we saw many youths all brightly coloured playing in the streets. No further movement until after 4pm...lovely!
As the day progressed you could see youths all brightly coloured and tanked, all zooming …
Day starts at 6.30 with one of the boat men offering chai in the hope of enticing us out of bed - wasn't too hard, bed was not one that I wanted to stay in. Breakfast of porridge and toast and we were packed up and on the boat for a 4 hour trip further down the river towards Varanasi. How those guys could face more rowing was beyond me - they were …
Continuing, there was a heavy police presence near the Kashi Vishvanath Temple, the most sacred shrine in the city. Entry is restricted to adherents only. Along a main road, gawking had to consider potholes underfoot. Anuj finally walked us to a main intersection re tuktuk options.
Walked back to the ghats with 5* and Mark to continue northbound. Rounding a corner, there was Manikarnika Ghat, the main cremation ghat and location of the fire ...
... or no. Jed would get annoyed as I wouldn't know enough about my person and more than often would reply with, "Well, I think so, maybe, can't be sure" It was a good laugh and passed the time, some personal highlights was when I'd chosen Gandhi and after being asked "Were they a politician" My reply came, "I'd say he dabbled in it" Fi had chosen a serial killer...which was hard as we were asking if they were singers, or actors! And then Jed's one being Hitler...he sad he ...
... on our way at last! Village life sped past us and as many Indian towns and villages do, it intoxicated our eyes and fed us with an almost endless visual stimuli. I never get tired of looking out of a car or train window here, there is always so so much to see, your eyes can’t keep up with all this information which is being presented for processing.
We got to the train station, and after some hustle and bustle at the ticket office Jacob and ...