On The Road To Town…

One of the things that I enjoy the most about India is the never ending parade of awesomeness (as my son would say) right outside the window of the car.

The following photos were taken on the 20 minute drive into Varanasi from the yagya facility. We were going to the evening aarti which was described in a recent post. I just sat in the from seat with my camera and clicked away. Here’s a selection of what I saw.


The yagya ashram is located out in the countryside in an area that is predominantly agricultural. As we started on the road we came upon a boy herding cows, water buffalo, and goats back to the family farm. He did his best to get them all to move over enough so we could get by. Above all else India requires a bit of patience and a flexible schedule.


In contrast to western style dairy farms, there seems to be no barns. The cows stay outside all the time (no winters to worry about) and have these large patios with water and feed. They seemed to be pretty contented.


Of course traffic is always interesting especially on a one lane road. If you get caught behind a truck, you’re going to be there for a while.


After q quick shortcut across the grounds of Benares Hindu University, we arrive at the gate to Varanasi. Due to some road construction, this is where the congestion really begins.


The shops are amazing. Note the mannequins on the second floor.


Because you know, Babas need new shoes and there is nothing like a good Shoppe.


This seems to be a book store for students.


On a hot day there is nothing like a deep deep cold drink. Sadly, Coke and Pepsi taste nothing like they do in the US, which is probably a good thing because that makes it easier for me to break my rather unhealthy addiction to them.


Digital studio with a snack cart out front.


So many different ways to get around – the three wheeler with the yellow roof, the rickshaw with a silver back, bikes, cars, two wheelers, horse carts, etc etc. Incredible variety.


Modern western technology is seamlessly integrated with traditional indian life.


A plastic plate shop. Especially in the south, even when you are served food on a plate, there is almost always a banana leaf underneath, carefully cut to fit.


The traffic jam culprit.




A great place to stay. Right on the Ganges at the start of the ghats. Besides, who can resist the opportunity to stay in a palace?


And we’re there. As you walk down to the river, all of ancient Varanasi lies before you, curving along the river and stretching out for miles ahead. It is a graceful and impressive sight.