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Varanasi in the Afternoon ....

grain wagon wheels are still moving along the iron rails that further expands due to heat, overnight trip we were rewarded and the fields are barren desert in the scorching sun began to be right above the head. At 10 noon we were awakened by the heat in the train began to feel, look out the window, even the blazing light of day has a very highly.

The journey reaches the city of Varanasi, a city in North Pradesh, India is fairly long, 16 to 17 hours from Agra, through a variety of natural weather, the heat of the dry fields, to change into a verdant paddy fields irrigated by streams that appear lined up neatly.

We started to get restless when at the arrival of the train which should, at 12.30 am, we were riding the train had not stopped at the station Varanasi. Many times we look at the writings bilboard every time the train stopped at a station, but many times we are also disappointed because only small stations that we found.

We even had time to panic for fear the train has passed through Varanasi, misuh-misuh not stop, we got busy asking other passengers, one by one until a father with his English is fluent explain this train is going to come late to arrive in Varanasi. According to the story of middle-aged man with 3 children it was a night train to stop up to 2 hours at a station due to some problems. The explanation made us realize that we slept so soundly last night, so do not know about the incidence of train problems that have minor damage to his machine overnight.

Finally late in the afternoon, at 15:15 o'clock this train started slowly among the many cars pulled over at a station, Varanasi JN name of the city of Varanasi railway station is a great station, more than 10 cars available, we went down through the hopper 5, and then along the exit door in The main platform. Again, drivers, rickshaw drivers started to taxi drivers scramble to offer services. We are only interested in a friendly young man who offers the best price is ok, 70 Rupees to the inn we mean, Shanti Guest House.

But along the way too young man who turned out to be kenek for the driver who was none other than his father, we offer other accommodation that is cheaper and more accessible. It is said that children and fathers work together to deliver this to us, because the location of accommodation in Varanasi ghat surrounding areas quite far from the road. At the ghat-ghat road was reportedly only able to pass the two-wheeled vehicles only. The child is assigned to drive us along the road between the ghat-ghat is to arrive at a hotel with a price of 200 Rupees only. Because information and explanations we were rewarded a few sheets of Rupees before he left to go.

The road from the front hallway there was quite far, almost 800 feet we walk, steps, steps to the banks of the Ganges began to appear surrounding houses. Incidentally the hotel is given seems not far from the main ghat of Varanasi, aka Manikarnika ghat, ghat ghat is famous as the holiest to function as a cremation ghat.

Hearing the name alone we have started to shiver, this time we look weird traveling with the visiting pengkremasian. Not to mention Mishra Guest House is seen dimly lit because of the lack of lighting. But yah pretty cheap, so we're ok-ok with whatever the circumstances, the important clean. In room 232 on the 3rd floor we ended up anchoring a moment, though a little room felt damp, but the fan is rotating faster makes us embarrassed eroded, another good and clean spacious bathroom.

Our hungry stomachs began waging incessant protests, because all day we were on the train, just eat a few biscuits only. Because of the shops along the street in the alley had seen already started to close, we finally decided to eat at restaurants that we occupy lodging only.

As always, located in the rooftop, visible stretch of the Ganges River flows calmly look, dangle dangling hit rock layover in jungle rivers. Unfortunately, the river which is said to have a heavy flow it seems dry now, many born small islands in the middle of the river, the water is dirty brown to blackish green. The edge look much residual waste that pooled there was no solution.

But the mystique and mystery so strong and anesthetize our observations, with strong black athmosphere that be a sign of respect for a Hindu goddess who supposedly mastered this Ganges River. While enjoying the tofu curry and biryani noodlle we try to read the story of Hindi-language film that aired on local TV stations India this inn. Anil Kapoor, veteran actor was being played in the famous Movie Star Our age old school, whatever its title, but we still remember the storyline of the film, up to but not understand the language used, we still remember the dialogs at least 10 years ago it was.

The sun began to sink on the horizon across the Ganges, jingle bells greeted the more lively sound, interspersed with shrill voices who sang the sacred Hindu mantras pervasive in the breeze. We remembered homelands which usually presents the Maghrib prayer with the Muslims Shalawatan who drugged into submission as the sun was setting. Aura obedience was no less strong now we feel, observance of the Hindus, Varanasi is regarded as obedience alone Muslims in Arab countries there, because the city of Varanasi have the same degree for the Hindus, like the Mecca for Islam, such as Bethlehem to Christians.

Instant city is so dark, no advanced lighting that illuminates, nothing but candlelight, and old-fashioned lanterns mounted, supposedly not because the city is underdeveloped, whole area around the ghat in Varanasi was carrying candles and lanterns to illuminate their worship night them, hoping blessing of candles and lanterns lit their adoration.

Tonight we do not really taste to continue the dinner, because the menu a few hours ago was still meets the stomach. We decided to only drink a few glasses of chai before finally returning to the room and rest. Seeing the clothes are dirty and smell begin to pile up, we try to offer low-cost laundry service inn, 16 pieces of clothing out only 223 Rupees. But we could imagine what would happen if our clothes were washed by river water was blackish brown. Tired of negative thinking, we just let the laundry was taken by the receptionist to the results appear tomorrow afternoon.


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