Up around 5 am and onto a rowing boat on the Ganga's ready to see the sun rise on what is considered the most sacred river, where its said you can see life and death together. The sun rising was pure bliss, it felt so peaceful in a city when i first arrived felt so busy. As we got rowed past all the ghats, we went from family's washing together, to a middle aged man dressed in white meditating at the waters edge completely at piece with the world to the burning ghats, where a body was being cremated. It was like seeing every step of life in front of you.
We think we got over charged for our boat ride as we had gone with our hotel id recommend just going down to the ghats and bartering with the boat men yourself, we paid 100rs each but i know some people who got it for 50 rs each.
It felt quite breezy today (i now think its just we had never been up that early before). Because of this i left my scarf in the hotel room when we walk down the ghats, i instantly regretted this as there is little shade and the sun soon picked up. Giselle kindly lent me hers (thanx dude) We walked for around an hour round the ghats and passed lots of woman washing meters of fabric which then covered the steps and made multiple rainbows. After awhile the heat was getting a bit too much so decided to try and get a rickshaw back to our ghat. We came across a group of auto rickshaw drivers, told them where we wanted to go and they started arguing with each other occasionally shouting prices. It was great they were just bartering between them selves. Out of no where a cycle rickshaw man came and shouted the cheapest price, "yes, well go with him"..."noo nooo he cycle rickshaw you want auto rickshaw". We explained we didn't actually care as long as we got from A to B . "oooh auto rickshaw to the back, cycle rickshaw win" he replied..
That afternoon we decided to start on our postcards, our mum had kindly got us blank postcards for us to draw our own pictures on. Yes! time to bring out our artistic talent and you'd think after a year of studying pure art id have some. It appears not, Giselle finds it reasonably hilarious that all of my drawings look like a five years olds done them (id like to say quirky). I'm afraid we have failed to send any ones postcards, so if you were expecting one and haven't received it don't take it personally it is just that me and Giselle are rubbish and not that we secretly hate you. we love you all.
Giselle had spent a lot of time drawing an accurate drawing of a monkey holding a kite for our little brother which she gave to me to look at. ( At this point i had a mini premonition that the card got caught by the wind and blown away.) I gave the card back to Giselle, and then a monkey jumped onto the roof top and was trying to get into the restaurant kitchen. I turned to watch, heard Giselle do a little squeak behind me and assumed it was just a like scared squeak in response to seeing a monkey, it was actually that Giselle's monkey holding a kite postcard had blown away. I am now nearly certain i have psychic powers.
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