

Varanasi, India
My memory of the last few days is questionable, 8% lager and whiskey had a lot to do with it.
I wrenched myself out of bed for the 5:30am boat ride, quite an achievement for somebody who savours every last second in bed. We passed a school of Brahmin children out for early morning mediation, bald heads sat regimental across the ghat wearing bright orange robes, their master instigating the rituals. A wonderfully interesting spectacle, one difficult to photograph...