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women at the shrine

the sexton of the temple.
he asked me to take off my bag before entered. but considering dollars inside my bag, i decided not to go for the temple

the central temple. every road leads to here.

primitive roads

roads with cow dung

roads for pilgrims.

the oil tank atop the mountain

miscellaneous stall, with prices double. looked very dirty.

the water alms station. i gave my drinking water twice to strangers. but later i had to buy water from a stall with an extortionate price.

this station water was free, though.

god's footprint

a woman , bare-foot, walking on the hot ground, it needs great devotion to suffer that heat.

took off the shoes and prayed and gave the offerings

a roadside shrine

mountain view

day 26

got up at 6am, a trycicle driver took me to the mountain foot. then i took a motorbike to a stage most close to the top.

the morning haze

had my dinner at the station. 500naira.eggs , fish, and rice. that curry juice was delicious.

end of day 25

47 degree ! they still wear long sleeve clothes.

more skin exposed, more dehydrated, sooner to die.

found 2 beehives on the transom .

at first i thought they were human feces. i did not feel any surprise , on 25th day in india, to see feces on the wall .

booked a room, the ONLY guesthouse in town. although very ramshackle, it charged me with the same rate as those even in Mumbai! monopoly !

i also gave another small note to the little daughter of the owner as a gift.

after a transfer, i arrived at this small town which was still amazingly connected by railway . a jaina holy mountain was nearby, which i would climb the next day.

i forget the name of this small town.

the flatland

dry river bed beside the railway

the cucumber slice with curry powder

later both of them went to the toilet. and i sat on the opposite seat to him. he was about to get off at the next station . the other one was haunting around. guess they did not even know each other.

another amazing thing happened on the train. probably the most amazing thing i saw on the train.

two gay indian sitting beside me at a lateral-direction bench. they sat very close, facing each other. i did not notice anything unusual at first. but later i found out that their legs entwined, and one was masturbating the other, with pants on and all the other passengers around.

this was one of them, the one being played.

take a closer look

yogurt in a commode-shape container, for sale.

day 25

heading to a small town near city ranchi. there was a holy mountain nearby. it was for jaina religion.

chelseamann:
This thread has really open my eyes about India...I prefer Nigeria 100millions times over India.

kind of envy you.

you know nothing of india , and there are still places that can amaze you. as to me, i already had a stereotype of india before i went there. it was a reinforcement of the impression to me when i was really being there. you would have bigger culture shock and more fun if you go to india.

and patriotism is another kind of religion. so , being an atheist, i also kind of admire your infatuation with your religion. you found something bigger than your life. congrats.

good4all40:
Op please if you don't mind me asking, which country passport are you using for this wonderful voyage and adventure?

what if i say i am an indian ?

the typical varanasi fish meal, which saved me from starvation (if i did not venture to other odd looking food)

day 25

backed to varanasi railway station.