Showing posts with label pye dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pye dog. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Varanasi on the Ganga

Varanasi

From Delhi we headed West to Varanasi, one of the holiest cities for Hindus on the Ganga. Pilgrims swarm to the river bank to bath in holy water of the Ganges, they congregate in the evening for music and prayer during the evening ceremony, and they bring loved ones to die in the city and have their ashes spread along the river.

Varanasi was one of those cities where I could sit by the river for hours doing absolutely nothing and I was completely content. While we sat in the sun on the steps by the river, kids flew kits, travellers played music and pye dogs (stray dogs) wrestled one another. There was even a pick-up cricket game taking place on the river bank.

After a relaxing first day hanging out at near Pandey Ghat we woke up early the next morning for two Varanasi musts: a sunrise boat tour and early-morning yoga.

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The boat tour was about an hour and cost each of us 100 Rupees, or about $2 CAD.

Varanasi

Varanasi
Our guide told us that lots of people think the Ganga is dirty and polluted, but he swore it wasn't. Nevermind the human remains that float down the river, the garbage on its shore and general lack of waste removal in all of India. But, it's their river and they can do whatever they'd like with it, I guess.

Varanasi

Varanasi

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There were a ton of seagulls out in the morning. But, they weren't overly aggressive and didn't try to steal my french fries like they do in Vancouver.

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Everything in the city, and pretty much the whole country, is painted some sort of brilliant colour. It's beautiful and even on dreary days the colours really put a positive touch on things.

Varanasi

Friday, 11 February 2011

Old Dilli

On our way from Munnar to Dehli, Emily and I made a quick stop in Nagpur to check out the grave site of Em's great-grand aunt, Sister Aimee. She had been a nun in Nagpur back in the early 1900's and it meant a lot to Em's grandma that we stop by to see if we could get a picture of it.
I was hoping the hunt for the grave would lead to some epic novel I could write and make a ton of money off, but it actually turned out to be quite easy to find. We had the help of the Sisters of Saint Joseph and, of course, God was on our side.

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We flew into Delhi from Nagpur. We arrived late so my first experience of Delhi, pronounced Dilli by the locals, was from the backseat of a taxi. It wasn't until the next morning when we took the subway into Old Delhi that I really got a taste and smell of the city.

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If you can't carry it on your head, you're not Indian.

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If your uncle doesn't have a shop that you want me to go to, then you're not Indian.

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If you don't cheat tourists out of hundereds of Rupees by pretending to not know English, then you're not Indian.

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If you don't sell trinkets outside holy places, you're not Indian (actually, you're not human if you don't make money off spirituality).

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If you don't sleep in the middle of squares, you're not a pye dog.

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If you don't find the most practical, "non-progressive" way of doing things, you're not Indian.