Varanasi, India
Mr taxi man was there to greet me when I got off the plane, and even more surprising my rucksack had arrived as well.So we blasted off towards Varanasi with him changing gear at around 400 RPM each time. How the engine never stalled or gave up the will to live and just fell out I will never know.As we got near the chaos of the main street he told me the traffic is too bad and that I would need to take a short walk to the hotel, but that a porter would meet me an...