"... I think about how many different aspects of India I have seen and how many more I will. The crowded and chaotic streets of Delhi, heads full of lice of the children who tend their hands for a few rupees, cows and people who sleep on sidewalks, the dazzling splendor of the Taj Mahal, and people who spit on the trains at night, rats emerging from the kitchens of restaurants, dark, penetrating eyes of the wrinkled old face, the smell of urine and cow dung, the sadhus shirtless and barefoot living along the ghats of Varanasi , the intriguing and mystical sculptures at Khajuraho and the Kama Sutra, the butterflies as colorful saris worn by the smiling women, old ladies who squatting in their dark rooms  prepare food, groups of men chatting in the street, or upload their rickshaw to bend wheels, the smell of incense and flowers. "

- Paola Pedrini -

07 october Gorakpur (INDIA)

14° day

[Stefy]: We depart at 6.30 am from Pokhara, in Nepal, towards Sunauli, the border with India.

The bus was hot as hell, the seats were all broken, girls puking in plastic bags, the boy sitting across from me kept spitting out the window. The bus stops every twenty minutes to pick up people that accommodate  on the roof, in the hallway etc...

When we get at the border we negotiate for a ride by jeep to the first major city: Gorakpur.

Finally, the mystical India. Thanks to our India e-visa!
It 's been exciting to cross on foot, with our backpacks on our shoulders, the great portal, announcing: "Welcome to India".

Never forget the entrance at  the train station in Gorakpur.


I've never seen anything like that. Hundreds of people camped everywhere on the ground, lying down to sleep on their saris, millions of flies of every  size that assailed you, they  jumped on you,  buzzing around your head, you felt them everywhere inside the T-shirt ... not to talk about the stink ... anyone pissed wherever he could, like animals, without restraint or shame.

But we have other things to think about. Although we have been traveling all day we still have the night sleeper train  to Varanasi, Benares.
We are a bit  worried.

08 october Varanasi (INDIA)

[Stefy]: Getting off the grand staircase and find myself facing the Ganges gave me a strong emotion. I could not believe we were  really there, I had seen  that river in a thousand documentaries.
The water was filthy but the children were jumping in to play, others washed the body and clothes.
Three girls joked quietly at one meter from a floating corpse after cremation, many families do not have enough money to cremate the entire body and...
But what really matters is to liberate the soul and give the spirit  to the sacred river.

Cows in the street,  monkeys jumping on your  head, rats cross your path, dogs snoozing slumped, huge shits of cows everywhere, dirt, beggars, cripples, lepers ... misery, poverty, sadness ...

India is a world apart, it is confusion, mysticism,  chaos, you must eat it in small sips if you want to get to know and then fall in love with it.
Today is only the first day and  already so full, but now I need to rest my brain a little bit  to assimilate all that still shines in my eyes.

09 october Varanasi (INDIA)

Today we spent the whole morning sitting on the ghats to observe the daily life of this people ...

10 october Varanasi (INDIA)

The alarm rings at 4.45. A few minutes later, together with our French friends: Marion and Aurelien, we are already on the road.
I can not believe that at 5 am there are already so many people around.

The sun is about to  born and to we are  on our boat  floating silently, no one speaks, we observe the sacred rites of the faithful Hindus who bathe in the waters of "Mother Ganga".

Slowly we approach the main ghat of cremations: the Assi Ghat ...
Comment is superfluous, but in the late morning we decide to return, and this time by land ...

We walk in flip flops, between  shit, mud and all forms of rubbish ...
From the top of a abandoned building  we observe different ceremonies of cremation. The arrival of the corpse wrapped in colorful veils, they lay the body and finally the fire. The are so many bodies.... Besides, if you bathe in the sacred waters of the river you cleane all your sins, dying here becomes the greatest aspiration for every Hindu.

11 october Allahabad (INDIA)

In three and a half hours to reach Allahabad by  bus.
This city is famous for the famous Hindu festival of the  "Kumba Mela", a  ceremony that is held every six years and attracts millions of Hindus from all over the world.

We are welcomed in his city by Nitin, an advocate of the Indian High Court.
We hosts us in his beautiful villa with lots of keeper, gardener, as well as the many waitresses so out of tune with the surrounding background.

 
 

 

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