I was extremely lucky to visit city of Varanasi exactly the day of a big celebrations taking place at the banks of The Ganges river. It wasn’t my plan to be there at all but the Indian communication system is such a unpredictable thing that along my way to Nepal I needed to take a stop in the holy city of Varanasi. India itself is a synonym for unpredictability, but even though for the average western mindset India may seem to be quite a chaotic place – somehow – it all works out after all. And so it worked for me too. What seemed to be a problem with the train communication turn out to be an excelent opportunity to explore a very magical place both with my spirit and through the lens of camera.
It’s interesting to witness the hindus lifes here. It all revolves around the great Ganga river. Everyday life with the fishing nets, loundries, daily prayers and celebrations. And death. All next to and in – the holy Ganges.
In order get the most out of my short visit in busy Varanasi, I took the boat ride to see more from the distance and take some rest away from the crowds.
The overall vibe and impression of this place is absolutely amazing. Celebrations next to the cremation piles. Funerals next to celebrations. Daily routines next to death.
The sadhu (a hindu holy man, or kind of a monk figure) was a bit ashamed in a humorous way when he saw me with camera pointed directly into his face. He took a newspaper and hide himself behind it. It was just cute. I’ve stood still and keept smiling to him. At last – he uncover his face and let me be the vicious paparazzi.