Kaare wants to take Sadhu to Varanasi, so we all take a train from Ajmer, with Delhi as the first destination. While going there, I am told that Camilla, Sadhu’s mother, and his cousin also is coming along, and they will meet us the day after in Delhi. Sadhu has never been in Delhi, and he has only traveled by train three times. He is enjoying the trip to the full extent.
Delhi is hectic as always. People are carrying on trade everywhere. Money are changing hands faster than one can count. It is swarming with life. Sadhu joins Kaare at McDonals, something he loves, and they managed to go there twice during the two days we spent in Delhi. Camilla and Shanti shows up as plannet, tired after a long bus trip from Pushkar to Delhi. We order tickets for Varanasi the next day.
We enter the ordinary sleeper on the train. Traveling by train in India is like moving inside the circulatory system of the organism India. I use my camera bag as a pillow in the upper bunk. A colleague of mine once got robbed of his camera equipment and roll of films on a trip from Varanasi. I feel relatively safe, one just have to be alert and pay attention. It is good to see the Banjare family inside a train compartment. Tea and food is sold here and the atmosphere is good. Further into the wagon there is a group of Tibetans – good vibrations. They are on their way to meet Dalai Lama, who is coming to Varanasi on the 12th of January. Varanasi is considered as oldest continuously inhabited urban community in the world. About a thousand corpses are cremated here every day, and it has continued since time immemorial. Two ghats are used, luckily we got a hotel with a view to the smallest of them. I was told that Varanasi is both demanding and rewarding to visit. After a couple of hours here I can feel the intensity. It has been a myriad of impressions and the journey continues.
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