Archive for Varanasi

A boat trip down the Ganges

These photos are from the same two hour, dawn, boat trip on the Ganges as the previous couple of posts.

I’ll be rescanning a few of these, and perhaps adding a few new photos. Unfortunately some are blurred because of a remove dust-and-gunk-on-the-scanner filter. Also the colours look a bit out in some cases. Nonetheless you still might find some of them interesting!

The Ganges is life

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A tourist on the Ganges

I took quite a few of this fellow – here are three frames. We are on different boats and he was usually far away – I’m pleased that the pictures came out as well as they did, given the long zoom, and our independent movement.

He prayed as we rowed past a burning ghat. (Cremations take place all through the day.)

Monk with camcorder

Monk with camera

Monk praying as we pass a burning ghat

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Dawn on the Ganges

I hired a boat with a spanish couple (both engineers), Santi and Angels, who I had been sharing transport with since Orcha. The boatman was recommended by Nitin, and was a good choice (none of the problems some have experienced with boatmen)- we spent two hours out in the boat at about the going rate. Leaving from Assi Ghat he rowed us up past the main ghats, including the main burning ghat. The boat trip was the highlight of Varansi, and made up for a not so good experience I had the day before (where I let myself get scammed because I really wanted to believe something – at least it wasn’t for much, about Aus $10).

Details and more photos to follow. Here are Angels and Santi (on what isn’t the most inspiring background, I know!)

Angels and Santi

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The Vibhuti Express

My ticket for the Vibhuti Express from Varanasi to Kolkata. (I don’t remember how the coffee stain got there.) It’s a 774km overnight trip that cost Rs 801, for a 3A berth. It’s a waitlisted ticket, but as usual, a berth became available by the afternoon I was to catch the train. When I figure out how, I’ll link this to a larger image so that the ticket can be read. One day I’ll post on the Indian train reservation system. It’s amazingly efficient, and problably like nothing you’ve experienced before!

From my notebook…

Well, here I am in Kolkata. No problems on this trip.

I was seated beside a yoga master and naturopath, along with his bank manager. The yoga master said that he wants to visit Australia to set up a school here. Being between the two of them, I swapped with the bank manager so that they could talk business. Which they did – for hours. They spoke in Hindi, but it was obvious that the yoga master was after a loan as he had a gazzillion documents and dozens of photos of himself with VIPs to show off. He was well prepared to impress. They were gone by the morning.

Opposite was a frail old man who reminded me of Grandpa. He was with his two grandsons, who were escorting him to Kolkata. He had an infected wound in his foot, bandaged up, and they were pouring betadine onto it regularly. It disturbed me that the betadine didn’t seem to be causing him any pain. Health workers in Varanasi told them that he needed to be taken to a major hospital, urgently. The grandsons took turns through the night to look after him and keep him warm – one remained sitting and awake while the other slept. I slept in my sleeping bag to give them extra blankets. As my pack was stored under their berths, I was the last person out of the train – we waited for the crowds to disperse so that they could carry him off the train. He had a bottle which he kept close through the night, which again reminded me of Grandpa when, he was in hospital a couple of months before.

(I had heard a week before this that my Grandfather had passed away in Perth.)

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