Varasnasi

From Agra we got a 12 hour sleeper train to Varanasi. Possibly our favourite place overall. It can't really be put into words but it was so Indian. There was no Western influence over Varanasi at all. And it was like we dropped right in and got to experience it to. From Sunset/sunrise boat trips up and down the Ganges, marveling at the Ghats, watching the ritual cremations, to walking the crowded streets. It was oh so Indian. And we loved it for it. One day we took a small excursion to Sarnath and stood on the spot where Bhudda actually gave his frist sermon. How amazing is that?! People complained that there wasn't enough to do in Varanasi because there were no obvious malls or districts or sights to see. But we found plenty. Oh and we bought some Henna. For about 10p. And got the receptionists to apply it whilst they loveling fed us cake and samosas. YUM. I got a double star on my wrist, a lightning bolt down my ankle and the four card suits across my Knuckles. Its only just fading now. I look like a grizzled biker.

Eventually we had to sadly leave Varanasi, home of the best Naan (dolphin restaurant) and the best pancakes (bread of life) and leave back for good old Delhi. Familiarity.