Varanasi
We arrived in Varanasi after a 12 hour overnight train ride from Agra. I managed to mistakenly book the 3rd class sleeper carriage, which essentially means 9 bunks in a space no larger than a prison cell. Mrs K was less than impressed with me!
On arrival at Varanasi Junction, we managed to dodge the rickshaw Wallas and get some excellent advice from the tourist info office in the station…
Finding a place to stay was a bit of a mission. Hindered by far too much luggage, we buckled and allowed a cycle rickshaw take us to a hotel recommended by another traveler. The journey was excruciating, mainly because I felt so sorry for the poor driver who must have been half my weight. He pulled both of us, and the equivalent of my weight again in luggage, through the narrow streets of Varanasi. I felt so ashamed I gave him a massive tip, which seemed to jolly him up!
Varanasi is full of Swamis, Indian pilgrims and tourists. Along with the locals, the city is packed, the markets buzzing, the filthy restaurants producing some of the best food so far in India. The Ganga is quite a site to behold…
Holy men washing in the Ganga
Hi Tom -
Hi Tom.
Great photo of the Ganges! Kelle told me of your misfortune with the new camera which stopped working. What a shame! The photos really bring it alive for us poor saps stuck at home.
Lovely to keep up with your stories, and I look forward to hearing them in person when you are back in Blighty in July. Gather you are not too well at present so get better soon!
Love, Diets
Re photo (which is beautiful by the way) Ben says “Which one’s Tom?”
Well who can blame him, he has never met you!
Bobbin
Thanks for the useful info. It’s so interesting
LOL, I can imagine Kelle not being too happy- I thought the hostal we had here in Lloret was pretty darned fine- she did nothing but complain….