I'm afraid as things have got busier i have been on the computer alot less, im sorry ! Varanasi is slowly turning into a distant memory so these blogs may be less detailed and shorter but i shall do my best to make them as exciting and accurate as possible.
Varanasi turned out to be one of my favorite places and definitely my favorite city. While we were there we came across a treasure of a restaurant that did the best mint and lemon mocktails ever which was very refreshing. It was called Phulwari restaurant and was off the main street, had comfy seating and lovely staff. Though one of the waiters was a bit strange and reminded me and Giselle of either Quasimodo or Igor. After refreshing our selves with one of their drinks we went of on a mission to find our selves a nice Shalwar Kameez, we wondered around a few shops and settled on two that we liked. We had no idea how much some one would pay for them, so just tried to use our initiative and ended up paying 500rs for each of them which is around 7 pounds i think. I love mine, and feel a lot like a princess in it.
The nice thing about Varanasi is that because it is so busy if you say no to some one they tend to just move onto the next tourist which meant we could wonder around fairly quickly and not have to stop for a conversation every 5 seconds. This is however where we first experienced people wanting to take photographs. Some people make it obvious, some ask and some try and sneakily hide and do it. I have now got used to it and in less I'm in a foul mood just let them get on with it, though i think half of India have a photo of me looking reasonably pissed of at them.
Alot of Varanasi was spent on the roof top restaurant of our hotel, it seemed this is also were all the other tourist spent most their time. We loved it, the view was amasing and the food was tasty. But the restaurant was way over staffed which meant the waiters had alot of time to sit next to us and have extensive conversations about anything. The most memorable waiter being Sambo, who first came up to us when we were watching the hundreds of monkeys jumping around on the roof tops. Giselle later thought that Sambo might of been a bit 'special' as she put it, i now also think this is a possibility.
Sambo told us all about Varanasi and the millions of festivals that go on in India. In return we tried to tell him about some English celebrations. Pancake day for example "hahah you have a day for eating pancakes!"..."You eat them all day!?, hahahaa!?" and easter "You give each other chocolate eggs! Why? hahah" and he found that some people decorate boiled eggs and roll them down the hill even funnier. We continued to try and explain halloween, bonfire night and in Ireland St.Patricks day.
He had seen on a documentary that somewhere has a day for celebrating Tomatoes and seemed reasonably disapointed when we said that we didnt think it was England. Sorry Sambo.
In the near future you shall be hearing about our adventures in the desert with a lovely Canadian guy called Conner, but until then here is the link to his blog http://www.connormckenna.com , I hope to be this cool when I'm 26.
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