came to Varanasi after a few days stay in Lucknow, a city lying on the road between Agra and Kolkata. Here you actually stopped to take a break in the long journey by train. Accommodated in the ashram Babadji known, now deceased guru. I was struck by the cleanliness of the ashram, in the living room and good food. The accommodation was very cheap in the Appendix. Address of Landmark got from a girl from Germany, who had previously lived and visited Haridwar in the same ashram as we do. I learned to write interesting addresses and other information from the people I meet on the road. They are many times very useful. I stopped already booked in advance in hotels. Being on site looking for something suitable. We take the train autorykszę, we discuss the price with the driver and please keep us drove to several hotels in the appropriate price for us. Select the accommodation and if it seems to us that the hotel does not match, change the next day. It is hard to fathom the various categories of rooms, it seems that in India there are no rules to this. Sometimes the rooms are ok but it happens that such bedding is not changed, only the cold water on the floor and move from breakneck speed kalaruchy. Only a price he says that this should be a good-standard hotel. In the worst case we have in their own sheets and thin blanket and we always get along. From the station rickshaws took us to a decent hotel in the city center. From the hotel window watching the construction of the house in the yard where the cement was mixed in bowls by hand without any protection. A woman working at the construction site and the workers wore on their heads baskets of cement.
next morning we went to see those famous Ghats of Ganges. Rickshaw took us to the borders of the old city and the rest of the way we passed through the narrow streets on foot, following the old town, showed us the way ryksiasz. I understood why popszedniego evening, he would not take us there. Rickshaws just will not fit on these streets. Besides they create something in a kind of maze in which it is not easy to fathom, even in the daytime. Wide stairs we went down river. The old town is situated on a hill like a brick lined kilkinastometrowymi stairs down to river. This gives a unique impression of clogging in the chest. At the top of the stairs the various buildings of the old and new. These huge buildings and high stairs give an impression of something simply magical very special. These high podmurówki buildings in places where there is no steps to protect these buildings against flooding. Every year during the few months of the Ganges river poured and the state is raised by a dozen meters. Walked down the stairs chłoniąc everything was happening. We met in small groups praying in an orchard, religious or praczy wash the clothes in the river and rozwieszających them on the big staircase. Someone there, bathed their cows (as they there last), someone else took the same in this holy river bath.
beggars everywhere, almost forces the donations for themselves. Find river front hotel with a very nice room on the third floor, with a large tarasem i przepięknym widokiem na Ganges i panoramą miasta. Varanasi to niewątpliwie miasto wielkich kontrastów. Już nazwa tego miasta kryje w sobie tajemnicę. Oznacza miejce położone pomiędzy dwiema rzekami Waruną i Assi. Słyszałąm opowiadania o mieście że brud, smród, ubóstwo, że bogactwo kultury. Czekałam na własne doświadczenia. Jest rzeczywiście bardzo inaczej. Jest brudno. Ludzie nie sprzątają po sobie i wyrzucają wszystko niepotrzebne na ulice. O koszach na śmieci to tam chyba nikt nie słyszał. W niektórych miejscach odór rozlegał sie dookoła. Wszędzie krowy i ich odchody. Ludzię zbierają te odchody lepią of these cakes, which are drought and then on the stairs and use the fuel.
visiting the famous Ghats passed residents, traders in their small stalls, children playing, cows walking the streets, everywhere, beggars asking for alms; zorówno little children and women and old men sitting on the street, with in front of the tin utensils for eating. One evening when I had already zciemniło still looking out of the street maze. I had the impression that we will never find the way to the hotel. We asked for directions but I encountered a person did not know English. At one point it appeared that we were at the crematorium in the place where the river parlance. It was not fun at all the more that we did not know which way to go. Finally we reached the steep stairs leading down to river. From there it was easier for us to get to the hotel. The Ghat is Dasaswamedh cowieczorna puja. On-site crowds gather, Hindus, sadhu, tourists to admire the performances of the sadhu. This is actually a religious ritual sacred river bow down and takes place at dusk, square is beautifully lit sadhu and waving candles and the sounds of bells send out prayers. It feels very special atmosphere. Many boats with tourists gathered on the river, and nothing like the amphitheater, watching the ceremony. Six priests even do different gestures with candles on a string, spinning wheels in the sky rotate in all directions, and send their prayers to their gods. This view will be in our memories for long. Morning from our terrace admiring the sunrise, we saw many boats on the river with tourists who come each day in the morning watching this special sunrise over the Ganges. This is one of many tourist attractions in the city.
One day we drove a dozen miles out of town to the village from the famous Sarnath that the Buddha made his first predikan here after receiving enlightenment. We visited this place standing on the tempel and słynnąStupę. Buddhist guide guided us and told. We visited are in this town other temple and a Buddhist ashram where he lived too small, barely a few years boys. Everywhere there were crowds of visitors.
In the shop with silk dealer showed us the materials and silk scarves . On low benches or sat on the floor kuckach and women chose their colorful saris. It was not until late in the evening we returned to the hotel very zmęczeni.Zaprzyjaźniliśmy with ryksiarzem who obwoził us in Varanasi. One day, returning to the hotel stood at the gate and invited us inside. We entered the large plats probably put themselves in array at a higher building. Ryksiasz lived there with his family in a small makeshift wooden crib. He was very was proud of his four children and wife, and talked about their lives. Cried the mother immediately and eagerly lined up for photos.
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