Varenassi, India
We reunite with the mother Ganga once again in Veranasi, but it seems a little different from where we left it on rishikesh. The river was no longer the beautiful crystal blue river we onced rafters down and drank in an religious ceremony.
The mother Ganga in Veranasi was quite the opposite: brown, dirty river where there were a constant number of people washing themselves, their clothes and anything else in it. Hundreds of hand made boats running up and down, ...