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Tibet!

Our original plan was to travel by land everywhere we went. I really value this type of travel because there is a certain appreciation that one gets from the change in landscape that is missed when flying. The drive from Kathmandu is again on a dirt mountainous road - this one around 200km and there are many buses that do it for cheap. Apparently this journey is better than the previous road we took from the Tibet border, but it still takes around 7 hours. We made the decision to skip the bus and take a flight since we don't have too much time. Flights are super cheap and use domestic charter airlines. The flight was 30 minutes from take off to landing, so we caught a flight in the morning and still had the whole day to relax. One of the most awesome things about going to Pokhara is that my wife had been there before about 20 years ago and so this was a really cool experience for her to go travel back to a place of very fond memories. Getting off the plane in Pokhara and seeing the Annapurna mountain range in the distance was quite the treat.
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Pokhara was warm. The border at Tibet was around 10deg, Kathmandu around 18deg and Pokhara closer to 25deg. It's also a major adventure region of Nepal. The mountain range nearby offers multi-day treks from 3-15 days. We met some travellers who had just returned to Pokhara after doing a 13 day hike in the Annapurna range. They said it was simply awesome and they would arrive in a small town each night for food and lodgings. So hiking all day while alone following the trail on the range and then getting to meet locals and stay in the small communities at night. Rinse and repeat for 2 weeks. Sounds awesome! We both felt that this was totally the type of thing we would do with a bit more time. Sitting on the rooftop balcony of our hotel we could see hundreds of people hang gliding above the city - they looked like birds!
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Pokhara has a large lake and is a pretty touristy town. The whole vibe is super relaxed and laid back. Knowing that once we arrived in India it was going to be a sensory overload experience we were taking the opportunity to slow down and recharge for a few days. We did nothing but eat at small local places, people watching by lake, walking along the small streets in town and shopping for trinkets and t-shirts. As much as liked Kathmandu to visit for a few days, I would never live there. Both my wife agreed that we could retire to Pokhara though, and there's not too many places in the world we have been to that we feel this way about.
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Knowing that we are slowly heading south towards India, we are constantly re-evaluating our plans, our timing and what we want to see and do. We have a general plan and keep changing it as we go trying to make plans about 1-2 days in advance. We decide on our way to the border we will stop in a town called Lumbini and see the birthplace of Buddha. Years ago while we were in Sri Lanka, we had visited a placed called Anuradhapura where the oldest living tree that was known to have been planted by humans is still alive. It's a scared fig (Bodhi) tree planted in 288 BC and is said to be from a cutting of the original fig tree that Buddha sat underneath as he attained enlightenment. Given that my Dad was born a Buddhist and studied, taught and wrote about Buddhism much later in life, this was a place I really wanted to visit. In Sri Lanka we kept and preserved a few fallen leaves from the Bodhi tree there and in Tibet we bought some Tibetan prayer flags, so now to be going to the birthplace of Buddha was something my Dad would really appreciate. On the drive to Lumbini we stopped at a roadside hut where a lady was making these delicious egg and onion pastry things. This place would not have passed any health inspections and normally I'm not a fan of onions, but the food was delicious!
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Lumbini is a very small town about 20 minutes from the northern border of India. This far south in Nepal there are no more mountains in sight and it's such a dry and dusty town. We lucked out and snagged a hotel for around $10/night. Every place we have been staying on this trip has been 2-3 star hotels. On our past travels, they were more like backpacking trips and we would always stay in hostels because we like to meet other travellers and get reliable info on where to go and what to do. However in some countries it's probably best to avoid the hostels and we felt like Nepal and India fit that bill. Maybe it’s because we are getting older, have a slightly fuller wallet and enjoy sleeping with cockroaches less than we used to. This place across the street from us looked like it served food so we decided to check it out. Here we could get channa masala, aloo gobi, saag paneer, tons of butter nann all for the low price of $5 total - needless to say the the two of got stuffed on some of the most delicious Indian food ever.
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We chose this hotel because it got very good reviews and was also walking distance to the temples where we wanted to see the birthplace of Buddha. We walked over there the following morning with a plan to spend the whole day exploring. There were so many people there from all over the world coming to pay their respects or do some sort of pilgrimage. Simply amazing place.
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Buddha's Birthplace:
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Because so many countries have a strong connection to Buddhism the grounds of this place has many temples built by different nations. We decided to go for a very long walk and visit a bunch of them. The unique temple architecture of the different nationalities so close to each other was pretty neat!
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A particular temple had all of the walls painted with murals of different stories of Buddha's life story. I showed these to my Mom when we returned and she could recite in detail what each mural was showing since she learned about all these in school as a kid. She had forgotten all about these stories, but they all came flooding back seeing these images.
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In the distance of this pic below is a temple with distinctly Cambodian detailing. Next up India!
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How did you manage to get a picture of a restaurant in india without some street dogs hanging around it?
 
That was Nepal, but yeah there were lots of stray dogs and monkeys around. The monkeys you have to be really careful with because they are smart and work as a team to get your food and steal your belongings.
 
The monkeys you have to be really careful with because they are smart and work as a team to get your food and steal your belongings.
They have also learned to operate phones and pretend to be CRA apparently
 
That was Nepal, but yeah there were lots of stray dogs and monkeys around. The monkeys you have to be really careful with because they are smart and work as a team to get your food and steal your belongings.

LOL. We were on a safari in Kenya and our tour guide/driver told us to be careful, because the monkeys in the parks were racist.

We both thought that was a weird thing to say...

...until we were having lunch in the park and a monkey stole my wife's sandwich. Our guide said, "I told you, they are racist. They only steal from the white people. They learn that the black tour guides guard their food too well and throw stones at the monkeys to ward them off."
 
LOL. We were on a safari in Kenya and our tour guide/driver told us to be careful, because the monkeys in the parks were racist.

We both thought that was a weird thing to say...

...until we were having lunch in the park and a monkey stole my wife's sandwich. Our guide said, "I told you, they are racist. They only steal from the white people. They learn that the black tour guides guard their food too well and throw stones at the monkeys to ward them off."
I guard my food like border tribe
 
LOL. We were on a safari in Kenya and our tour guide/driver told us to be careful, because the monkeys in the parks were racist.

We both thought that was a weird thing to say...

...until we were having lunch in the park and a monkey stole my wife's sandwich. Our guide said, "I told you, they are racist. They only steal from the white people. They learn that the black tour guides guard their food too well and throw stones at the monkeys to ward them off."
damn travelling rookies
 
Since we are already right at the border of India, it turns out there is a bus called the "Nepal India Friendship Passenger Bus" that will take us across the border and directly to where we want to stay in India - a city called Varanasi along the Ganges river. The bus actually starts in Kathmandu, Nepal and takes around 16 hours to get to the border and then it's about another 10 or so hours to Varanasi. We wake up at 4am, get introduced to our driver who will take us to the border and connect us with the bus. The border crossing itself is super disorganized and takes hours. You give them your passports along with tons of other people doing the same and just wait on the street eating snacks and drinking tea until they call you. The passport office people are essentially working without computers, in a small room right off the main road with tons of documents and passports piled on up various tables. As with all things, everyone is very kind and it all works out fine in the end, so we hop on the bus. It makes a couple of food stops along the way and each time the food is super cheap and super delicious. Onward to Varanasi!
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Bikes are everywhere.
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We arrive in Varanasi around 7pm. It's already dark out and we need to find a ride to our guest house. My phone says it's only about 3km distance to the hotel, so I figure we should just walk there and take it all in. My wife is smarter than me and says we should not do that and we should find a ride. So we hop in a 3wheeler and off we go. The 3wheeler all of a sudden stops and says he can't go any further because the streets are too narrow for him. So it's only good for walking, or bikes. We have about 1km to walk and I have my phone out so we just follow the map. Now it's worth mentioning that the roads are really narrow, super confusing like a maze of interconnected pathways and after about 20 minutes of walking along these paths, we end up at the spot the driver dropped us off at. Now it's closer to 8pm and we are getting pretty disoriented from being on the road all day. It's really busy out and it's like a sensory overload at times. I was going to ask this Brahmin if he knew, but he seemed pretty deep into his reading.
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As we are walking I stop and ask some lady who looks like she might speak English if she knows how to get to our guest house. It would just happen that she was standing outside her house and goes inside to get her husband. He looks at my phone and says he knows how to get there. He grabs his slippers and personally escorts us the 20 minute walk endlessly zig-zagging in this maze up to our guest house. We offer to pay him and he says no, you are guests in our country and we will take good care of you. And off he went back home. This is something I love about traveling and fully trusting in the goodness of strangers.

We are staying at the Ganpati Guest house that overlooks the Ganges river. This place was awesome - food was incredible, staff so kind and perfect location. Nice rooms too!
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My wife has been to India a couple of times. About 25 years ago she backpacked by herself all across the country for several months and then went back again in 2008 to northern India and spend a month in an ashram doing yoga. It's pretty awesome for a white female with blonde hair and blue eyes to do things like this by herself. One of her favourite places to visit was Varanasi and this is why we came here. The next morning we wake up and grab a bite on the rooftop patio restaurant. The food at this guest house was so amazing, and so cheap, I could eat here for every meal, for the rest of my life. Overlooking the Ganges down below while eating our breakfast.
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The Ganges river is a very holy river. One of the interesting things about Varanasi in particular is that people will come from far away to cremate their dead on the banks of the river. We met a local guide here who took us on a walking tour of the city. He told us that they used to allow the dead bodies to be wrapped and left afloat in the river and there would be many dead bodies floating along. At the same time, people are washing their clothes in the river, bathing in the river and who knows what else. Some years ago that practice stopped and all the bodies are just cremated along the shore in specific area, right beside our guest house. Just after sunset, each night they have a huge fire and dancing celebration here which attracts thousands of the surviving families and others. Then each morning they have another similar large celebration as the sun rises followed by a tabla/sitar concert. As we walk down to the river to see where the bodies are cremated we pass by the area where the close family members have their heads shaved before the cremation ceremonies. This is what the maze is like everywhere in this part of town.
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All this wood down below is for the cremations. I think our guide said they cremate close to 400 bodies a day here, starting from around 7am until 8pm.
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We decide that we are going to hire a boat and take a ride down the Ganges to see the night celebration. If we are lucky then tomorrow morning we can see the sunrise celebration and take in some music.
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You know whats trippy about india? Everything looks old, like everything, every building every road every step you take looks like its been there for
a thousand years(probably more)
 
Even though it can look busy and even dirty at times during the day, every night and early morning the city gets cleaned up. We would wake up early and go for a walk along the river and see lots of people sweeping up the pathways, cleaning up and collecting garbage, washing the entrances to their stores, businesses and so on. Visiting places like this always give me a renewed sense of appreciation for the fortune we have in Canada, but also reminds me that happiness and contentment comes from so many different ways of life. I really like Varanasi. It's a really interesting city that doesn't feel super busy - has a strange laid back vibe to it. There's no shortage of art and beauty here as well.
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Down at the water, looking up at our guest house. Those umbrellas way up top are where we eat our meals and look out. Check out the workers on the left redoing the beautiful painting. Gotta love that scaffolding!
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We hire the boat and head out for a ride down the river. Along the Ganges there are a number of Ghat's - 88 of them. Some of them are quite opulent - almost like castles on the river.
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Most of them are for religious ceremonies or bathing, but there are 2 which are for specifically for cremation and one of them is the one beside our guest house. I was expecting it to smell really bad with all the bodies constantly burning, but it didn't really smell that strong. This view is from the river, looking back at the Ghat near our place and all the fires burning. In some of the rooms just behind those fires are indoor cremation sites as well, so there is quite a bit of burning going on at any time.
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A good friend of mine spent a year travelling India and spent time in Varanasi as well. She told me to make sure I go for a dip in the river. No thanks! The sun is slowly starting to set and this means the main celebration is going to start soon. Here you can see the area where it's going to take place and they are getting things ready.
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We continue down the river until we reach the last Ghat. Everyone one of them is unique in it's design and looks like some of these Ghats were much newer and don't really fit in with the aesthetic of the older ones.
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After seeing the last Ghat we head back for the ceremony. It's only been about 30 minutes since we passed the area, but a ton of people have already shown up and they are almost ready to start. Now there are hundreds of boats, each packed with people, while at the same time there are thousands of people on the mainland all taking in the ceremony.
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In fact, there's so many people who come for this every night that they have two ceremonies going on side by side, almost in perfect unison with each other. People selling snacks, tea and offerings for the river would hop from boat to boat. I wonder how many times a boat has tipped over or a vendor has fallen in the water. There was so much music and people speaking different languages that it offered endless people watching to do here - totally amazing and surreal experience.
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Growing up my parents listened to all kinds of music and took us out to concerts and a fair bit. There is a pretty interesting group called the Toronto Tabla Ensemble whichI took my Dad to a few years ago if yo uare ever interested to see some insane tabla playing. Being able to potentially hear some sitar and tabla in India, on the shores of the Ganges was going to be a treat. Another amazing day capped off by stuffing our faces with some delicious food back at our guest house. Tomorrow morning we will check out the sunrise ceremony and concert!
 
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I imagine the further north you go, the cleaner it is to dip in!
 
I imagine the further north you go, the cleaner it is to dip in!
Yeah probably. We did see a lot of people bathing in the river right near all the dead bodies and they must all have some crazy immune systems, because if I touched that water I would get warts or flesh eating disease.
 
Yeah probably. We did see a lot of people bathing in the river right near all the dead bodies and they must all have some crazy immune systems, because if I touched that water I would get warts or flesh eating disease.

I bathed in it as a kid, but that was 700 kms north of varanasi in haridwar near the mountains(I imagine that place is crawling with hippy dippy white yogis now)
 
I bathed in it as a kid, but that was 700 kms north of varanasi in haridwar near the mountains(I imagine that place is crawling with hippy dippy white yogis now)
Sweet! That's actually where my wife was for a month - up in Rishikesh. I think it's been pretty hippy there for a while now considering that the Beatles went to an ashram and brought publicity to the area.

On a side note, the roads around there sure look like fun!
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Sweet! That's actually where my wife was for a month - up in Rishikesh. I think it's been pretty hippy there for a while now considering that the Beatles went to an ashram and brought publicity to the area.

On a side note, the roads around there sure look like fun!
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the roads are always nice in the mountains, I dont remember the quality though, and monkeys, I still remember the monkeys
 
Great update! Thanks for sharing...

The waters of the Ganga get pristine further up from Rishikesh, a place called Devprayag where the Ganga gets it name when the two rives Alaknanda and Bhaigirathi meet to form the Ganga. This area of the state Uttrakhand is called "Garhwal" and the bike ride up the road to the source of the Ganga called "Gangotri", around 300kms from Haridwar, is simply superb! The higher you go, the thinner the crowd and the narrower the road...
 
Great update! Thanks for sharing...

The waters of the Ganga get pristine further up from Rishikesh, a place called Devprayag where the Ganga gets it name when the two rives Alaknanda and Bhaigirathi meet to form the Ganga. This area of the state Uttrakhand is called "Garhwal" and the bike ride up the road to the source of the Ganga called "Gangotri", around 300kms from Haridwar, is simply superb! The higher you go, the thinner the crowd and the narrower the road...
That sounds amazing. Do you have pictures of this ride? Was it paved or dirt?
I would totally go back and spend more time in northern India and Nepal, hopefully on a bike!
 

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