Alright, after a 12-hour bus ride from Kathmandu to Sunauli, I managed to walk across the India border with four new friends in tow. Granted, I didn't get a pic of the 'Welcome to India' gateway because in addition to my new friends we had no less than 2 billion anxious cab drivers and bus ticket vendors just waiting to grab some of that elusive green out of our pockets. After some negotiating which at one point including free Orange Fanta, we all piled into a jeep and took a 5-hour ride to Varanasi.
Varanasi isn't one of those towns you want to roll into in the middle of the night without an idea of where you are going to stay. Fortunately, we found a decent guesthouse near the Ganges River. It was down a dark, rat infested labrynith lined with sleeping homeless people and caked with cow shit. For 200 rupee I had a fairly clean room and a bed. Granted, the bed was a slab of wood with a sheet over it. Little bit of a surprise to the ol' tailbone.
I have found a yoga center that I like and will be doing that for the next several days before slowly making my way to Delhi. I'll post pics when I can. Like Kathmandu, you see some whackass shit everywhere you look.
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That description reminds me very much of my first trip to Subic Bay. Lots of cardboard houses, open sewage and dead things floating in the river. That being said, it was a blast. I hope India treats you as well. I am painfully jealous, having always wanted to go to India. I must live vicariously... *sigh*
Keep your feet dry and your head covered.
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