We've been here too long, and now it feels more like an escape than a departure. We've learned the hard way; always plan your exit strategy in advance in India ( and most other places in the world, and in life). Now we're stuck in Varinasi for another day and I'm standing at 60% health as my body fights off the strains of malnutrition (because I no longer trust the food here), exhaustion, a bhang lassi hangover, and the poorest air quality I've ever inhaled. The beggars and marketeers can see it in our eyes that we're on the edge, about to snap, and so they don't bug us anymore. Instead they send in the little kids with dirty faces and big eyes. They melt our hearts but they don't win the battle of sympathy. If they did we'd be broken down and living amongst them.
Our train is set to depart early tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn so we've spent our last day seeking out the small things left undone. We hired a small boat to take us out on the Ganges river for photos of the rising sun. We ate and slept. We drank water n' electrolytes. We slept more. We walked down by the Ganges at night to see the ceremony of burning bodies before having the first (and last) nutritious meal of fruit and lemon ginger tea. Then it was Jon's turn to get sick so we stayed at the guest house until it was time to catch the train.
Read Day 9
Our train is set to depart early tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn so we've spent our last day seeking out the small things left undone. We hired a small boat to take us out on the Ganges river for photos of the rising sun. We ate and slept. We drank water n' electrolytes. We slept more. We walked down by the Ganges at night to see the ceremony of burning bodies before having the first (and last) nutritious meal of fruit and lemon ginger tea. Then it was Jon's turn to get sick so we stayed at the guest house until it was time to catch the train.
Read Day 9
No comments:
Post a Comment