Wow! I've forgotten already how India can be tough...
Bus ride was more than extreem sport - the bus was clearly old and should be retired long time ago, the roads...as they are in India. The journey was supposed to take up to 8 hours took...13 hours... At noon I wanted to stop and buy a bite to eat (samosas!!!) but the driver gesticulating informed me that we will stop in one minute. He didn't specify - Indian time...we stoped after 4 hours! The bus finally broke down 5 km from Varanassi... I arrived in to a guest house after 11p.
Just remind me again: why do I travel? :-)
I don't know how I had fallen in love with India 6 or 7 years ago when I first came here. Varanassi is the toughest face of India! Narrow, dirty, smoky from burnign garbage streets, crowds of people hussling you all the time with their small talk that finish always with "come and see my"...whatever. Hot, hot, hot...
To top it up, I have been screwed over today in very classical way by a very classical crook. The guy took me to "his father's lassi shop". After a ceremony of showing me pics on the wall, requesting lassi etc he took from me 100 Rps "to get a change" and dissapeard with it...
I was shocked - during the 6 months in India and all these times I have been here, that has never happen to me... My faith in Hindi is lost.
But I was happy that it took only 100 Rps (1,5euro) to teach me a lesson :-)
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