Because of power and lack of time we have divided the work - Jenny will upload pictures and Annika writes:
It is the city, a pilgrimage to the credulous Hindus to die. Wen death in the holy city overtaken, which is burned in a ceremony Ghat (or not) led to the remains into the Ganges, and so he escapes the endless cycle of rebirth. Accordingly, we meet here in a higher proportion many old and sick people. As if this alone is not scary enough, is since we are here, broke a cold wave with gray haze and mist. Instead of Kerala nice sun we can now see our breath and in India, where it is supposed to always warm, brrrr.
The woman next to me on the plane has declared that the water of the Ganges is sacred, every Hindu home has a bottle of it. About Holy bacteria in the river, but if it does nunmal is so sacred, I'm a small vial bottle before reselling goods for all cases not a bad idea. Sorry, wrong. So completely without touching a drop, it lies in fact not flood and I do not know if it was water or the black indefinable Kruemel Chai - at least, my body started two hours later to refuse to any kind of food or Fluessigkeitsaufnahme. Well that Jenny knows this already and has now forced me electrolytes. Bitter cold, mild fever, weak knees and the mystical vision of the dead in the fog - by this I have this city in memory. As Jenny says, it must have once experienced, but one visit per life goes then.
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