Namaste, first of all say that we are trying as well and can take the heat. Today alone we had almost three hours of daylight, as we have said this only happens in the state where we are it's Uttar Pradesh, the rest is uncommon.
Today
first impressions tell you a little and as Varanasi, we liked it, maybe they are not impressive as expected since it is not so wild. Worst of all is the stamina to be taken with the commission, which are many. Cremation rituals are very attractive to our culture, as something so different .......... See the arrival of one of the crematoria ghat (there two) a wooden ladder led by 4 or 6 people where the corpse is wrapped up in a series of golden robes. The first thing you are immersed in the Ganges and the one closest to the dead (father, brother ....) he poured water with a vessel while praying, after coming back into it, the closest to the dead is dipped several times in the Ganges while continuing with their prayers will be after you shave your beard, mustache, head and chest. And if hair is dressed entirely in white and low-place at the stake with a bundle of straw burning in the temple making an offering (economic). In the meantime have been the other men of the family building the pyre and placing the dead. Before lighting the pyre remove the clothing and wrapped body appears una sabana blanca si es hombre o roja si es mujer . El familiar que esta vestido de blanco da unas vueltas a la pira acercando y alejando el fuego del muerto, a continuacion mete debajo el fuego y aquello empieza a arder, se necesitan como unas tres horas para quemar un cuerpo, cuando termina la incineracion echan las cenizas al Ganges y los hombres se van. Los hombres no pueden llorar durante todo el ritual, en todo caso lo hacen despues en la intimidad. Las mujeres tienen totalmente prohibido estar en el crematorio como curiosidad nos contaban que el culo es lo que mas tarda en arder.
Se ve todo tan natural que no impresiona, es muy distinto verlo aqui a que te lo cuenten o verlo por television.
Indians are very heavy (by the way please tell us the word "heavy" in English) you are stuck, it asks if you want it if the other .............. ..... really that test the patience of a weary way. They are pretty careless with cleaning and I love living literally between "shit."
Indians are very heavy (by the way please tell us the word "heavy" in English) you are stuck, it asks if you want it if the other .............. ..... really that test the patience of a weary way. They are pretty careless with cleaning and I love living literally between "shit."
According to Beatriz's not beautiful, for women, if I've seen some very beautiful with a stunning looks, so in short the impressions are still very good and the days are so full of experiences that assume costs everything. 
For as very populous city Varanasi pollution, in very large extension there are no sidewalks, so pedestrians saw rick, bikes, motorcycles, trucks, cars, buses to all this is that, add the cows, buffaloes, dogs, Socabon of various sizes, I, ie a real constant and continuous beeps chaos. When we say that cojemos are actually saw rick rick moto saw it is a motorcycle with a car all in one, then the bicycles are rick saw not pulled by a bike, then there are the great bike rick saw that a car are more bikes large. The bike-drawn we have not caught because we are very sorry. The walk is always thinking that someone has to go, I must say that we have not seen any abuse, or shock are milk. 
We have seen too many Western tourists but not as we are in season. They also say that is full of geeks Western people that they will pan hermits living like charity, have a pint like gurus. 
We have forgotten that on the train from Delhi to Varanasi after a while to get going get a few pints Travel with .............. ..... over-painted with rags as tits, asking (had read about them, so far is the one I've seen). Since no one gave him anything we can imagine began to cast evil eye at gestures as he spoke, and everyone gave him a coin, I look as saying that you and left, what do religious beliefs in order ............. 
Beatriz being a brave, even more than me, puts me in a few kittens to eat better without comment to test all the food, eats it all ........... ...... if he saw his mother would not give credit. Have lost their fear of cows has not backed away absolutely nothing. LOVE ME. 
Regarding the comments on the camera and the photos this is totally different from other places I've been. Here is where it is forbidden not let you get or mobile or snuff it or leave it out or not enter. The first day when we had to drop all in a closed car, also the backpacks and luggage of Maria, the girl Austric, (which by the way she has been by her side). Here when you go to someone is like your butler do enough for you also if something had happened to me meriendo agency. Just one more time I left the camera and was in the temple of the monkeys in locked lockers. As for the photos say it's the worst I have, those who know me know I can not be in a place without taking photos. But here are super strict and there is no alternative to resignation. As for photographing people is everything, but in general are covered. And take say that putting photos on the blog hopefully in Rajasthan is less expensive. 
Now if we are to this day like all has been intense and incident today. 
The alarm goes off at 8.30 but we echo the slackers until 9 that has been light and our fan is off. Rigor shower, continental breakfast that breakfast cost us 60 rupees each, that is costing us more to eat breakfast or dinner but it's great. As the chief guest will tell us whether there is a problem to leave backpacks and our train does not leave until 22.00 and in spite of the fat kid that's getting the ear tells us that there is no problem. At the plump and you know it but another of them, the skinny jeans alias pantoles of cigarette set is among other things, the boatman is still heavier, as we found throughout the day in a thousand places and always giving the plate, which we will break now. 
We echo the backpacks and we went walking to the main ghat in the hot sun bear difficult, there is no place where we can get us a drink and this chilly, as there is light ..... ............... not a \\ c. So you buy bottles of a liter of cold water, always liter, which cost us between Rs 12-15 depending on sites and last two drinks is what we are spending more money. Arriving at the main ghat (that honor goes to Valencia) suddenly an Indian to me and me lol and says: Where are you from? say Spain, and says in English, "Hello friend come into my shop shit, shit I have some fabric, I say wait and call Beatrice was more to come forward and say you're going to laugh, I look at Indian to repeat and again: "Come to my store of shit, shit I have fabrics, all I have is shit ..................... has been a very fun time. Once in the ghat try to sit in the shade but both soil burning is impossible. Here we are a while trying to recover a little and watching everything. The main ghat called DASASHVAMEDH GHAT. 
We turn to start and we get through the narrow streets of a neighborhood called Chowk. Here the streets have no more than five feet wide and is a great bazaar, all positions and more jobs. The streets being so narrow the sun does not come thus is a little cooler. We make comprillas. After a while we were coming into the Ganges and how good or bad luck we will give the cremation ghat. Soon a guy comes screaming that no pictures, we say we know you can not take pictures, that we were just looking and to stay calm keep the camera. Appears another who says he has seen me taking pictures with the camera down and say no we say yes and if not we have a big problem, we give 200 rupees each, of course we say no (this loudly) the guy erre que erre that or give money or we'll have a big problem. We started trying to walk out of there, the VOC began to swirl people, I say I'm going to find a cop. Beatriz saying let's go, telling me that I did not miss any photo any dissenting neared saying that money, and that was the problem, I say that HE IS A BAD MAN, Beatriz telling the other did not want to talk to him to leave her peace that was not going to give anything and we were leaving, after a while and affright how the matter could end up teaching him, or the photos I saw that echo that had not seen any as there is no nothing leaves us in peace and progress. We are sure that have done the same with other tourists and you get cut, but they have not served us. Has been a very tense moment, even one of them I had to hit a good shove, but fortunately everything has fallen into a shock. We went slowly through the streets to the main street. We started looking for a place to eat, something not easy because there is little except in stalls. The first thing we see is a small convinces us, or Gardin and sat on the terrace. A giri who had at the table next door has a standing fan for him and tell the waiter if you have one for us, grab the guy takes it off and we put it to us, we say no ..... ... and giri says he does not care that I love so ahhhhhh .......... Eat two fried rice with vegetables 40 rupees each, bring some pieces of bowls that we have difficulty finishing, We also bring a spicy sauce and ketchup, for dessert we lassi (kind of 
yogurt smoothie) which is very typical of India, we ask pineapple (be Jorge you die of envy) but has not, so I ask for apple, 25 rupees each. I had read that cause addiction and the truth is that it is true, are real good. In Rajasthan they have read about hash, but that'll tell you when we come to Rajasthan.
After a relaxing time and we still light as we came to a ghat for the last time to see the Ganges. While there sentandos teenagers come to us in the end we have to get angry and throw them and it is impossible to be a quiet time without coming to give you the beating, that is India.
Realizing that writing has become the light yesterday in the blog (we took a day late) and then going calmly to the guest house, before we stop to buy bread bimbo, for a drink, relax, take the backpacks and go to the station. Arriving at the guest called GUEST HOUSE SINGH boss tells us we do there, we're going to miss the train, we say 3 hours left to go out and tell us that the station is at 24km and there is a lot traffic it can take 3 hours. We take Cokes quickly, we take the backpacks and went to the main street in search of a motor saw rick. The 10 minutes we were on the guest another commission co come to us; azo that if we wanted a vehicle to the station, as they tell them not to yours. Leaving the main road ..... 3 minutes is not possible and none of the thousands of motor saw rick who are constantly happening. We walked until we address a center stand, I ask how much we charge, the timely and final bargaining for 250 rupees. A taxi costs more than doubled.
Here begins the story of an hour and a half saw motor rick: we put the backpacks of the most comfortable way to go, start and crossing the city almost from end to end in a show of steady progress by around the world where you can, there is enough traffic so I say that at 21.30 the train leaves, he says no problem. A todo lo que da de si el cacharro en un acelera, frena, esquiva y vuelve a acelerar. Aqui hago un inciso para decir al gobierno de espa;a que saque un decreto de ley por el cual todo aquel que quiera conducir tiene que venir 6 meses a la India a hacer practicas, pues aqui ni ABS, ni CTS, ni airbag, ni cinturones, y no hay accidentes. Y aprovecho tambien para decirle al ayuntamiento de Burgos que si quiere reducir el trafico 4 en moto, en un motor rick saw que a penas caben 3 van 10, en un coche tipo micra se meten 9 y asi con el resto de vehiculos, tambien el ayto podia poner tractores con remolque grande que hay cabe mucha gente.
Bueno continuando con el viaje en rick saw, poco a poco vamos atravesando la ciudad entre aisssss y uisssssss seeing how close that they are often collide, this trip also has a; Additive that is night and few vehicles have lights, but here are supportive and those that do go with the long to enlighten the rest is awesome over here drive on the left and thus more impressed. Why do you think of maneuvering in reverse. Suddenly it happens ........... 3 seconds we stand ahhhhhhh cows that are in the midst 
lying and make a funnel. Here there are no lanes for the senses just everything belongs to everyone, ie it must advance 3 at a time and parallel deal is worth it all, someone comes in front, nothing happens to me arcen echo. No one mosque with anyone but the constant horn if present. You can imagine the supension of these things simply because of repnte NOOOOOOOO ........... because if we go into all paved Roman road, we turn out to paved road bumpy but paved pavement again ......... Suddenly we get into a gas station but tell our Carlos Saiz no fuel, so even gets down and stares at the front, we looked at Bea and I and we hope it has not broken anything. Is reassembled, boots and go. In the next gas station, refueling and Beatrice realizes that what happens is that light is broken, the little that we took and that was illuminating the attics of the houses but at least served to see us. The neighborhood seems to cross over again, we see more modern shops and a McDonalds. We see what looks like a wedding banquet. A new ingredient, it becomes a go light in Varanasi. We left the city and crossed a big bridge that crosses the Ganges. The bridge expansion joints we feel each and every one of them. Already stuck on the road adds a new vehicle, the trucks are here so that you see as the circus idea. The asphalt is quite punished, so there We continue to vote. (Jorge, you see no need to ask follow the A12, asks drivers to expertise). View on the left, some pigs swarming at home, view of the left, a row of idling trucks (with the consequent reduction in space). Stop at a mini temple (of the thousands available) and gives the driver two rupees and they put the bike a mini lei, we believe that was entrusted to Lord Shiva (or to another) to arrive alive. We continue, as usual, we do not see anything, how can they not see the flashes of the beam and many pedestrians, bikes, etc. ..... No lights appear as if we were on rails. Narrowing suddenly, what happens ?.... cows will be ...... no police control, we do not stop but we see that people they are cached and that is what it says papers will not have no papers. After an hour and a half we arrived safely at the station. EXPERIENCE has been one of the wafer and the attraction has cost us 4 euros. A rollercoaster ride is a relaxing stroll alongside it.
lying and make a funnel. Here there are no lanes for the senses just everything belongs to everyone, ie it must advance 3 at a time and parallel deal is worth it all, someone comes in front, nothing happens to me arcen echo. No one mosque with anyone but the constant horn if present. You can imagine the supension of these things simply because of repnte NOOOOOOOO ........... because if we go into all paved Roman road, we turn out to paved road bumpy but paved pavement again ......... Suddenly we get into a gas station but tell our Carlos Saiz no fuel, so even gets down and stares at the front, we looked at Bea and I and we hope it has not broken anything. Is reassembled, boots and go. In the next gas station, refueling and Beatrice realizes that what happens is that light is broken, the little that we took and that was illuminating the attics of the houses but at least served to see us. The neighborhood seems to cross over again, we see more modern shops and a McDonalds. We see what looks like a wedding banquet. A new ingredient, it becomes a go light in Varanasi. We left the city and crossed a big bridge that crosses the Ganges. The bridge expansion joints we feel each and every one of them. Already stuck on the road adds a new vehicle, the trucks are here so that you see as the circus idea. The asphalt is quite punished, so there We continue to vote. (Jorge, you see no need to ask follow the A12, asks drivers to expertise). View on the left, some pigs swarming at home, view of the left, a row of idling trucks (with the consequent reduction in space). Stop at a mini temple (of the thousands available) and gives the driver two rupees and they put the bike a mini lei, we believe that was entrusted to Lord Shiva (or to another) to arrive alive. We continue, as usual, we do not see anything, how can they not see the flashes of the beam and many pedestrians, bikes, etc. ..... No lights appear as if we were on rails. Narrowing suddenly, what happens ?.... cows will be ...... no police control, we do not stop but we see that people they are cached and that is what it says papers will not have no papers. After an hour and a half we arrived safely at the station. EXPERIENCE has been one of the wafer and the attraction has cost us 4 euros. A rollercoaster ride is a relaxing stroll alongside it. went into the season: old, dirty and many people sitting on the floor. (Nothing that we saw in China) Gerardo I have not dared to take the camera or the Delhi station, or that of Varanasi ensñarla not, then you have to spend a whole night by train and better safe, although some photos there, but as I said before anything you have not seen your. Delhi
As we watched the mail panel to see from our train to walk out. It says that is the platform number 3. Soon we realize that there is a guy following us, we stopped and stopped, and walked empeezamos behind and at the end and say that if you have any problems but I said no, and then I say GO, but it does not matter, the guy behind and come with us to the dock. Beatriz asked a man who seems upper class if we are in the right place and says that if we stayed with him and his wife. The other did not detract from the view, swarming around the platform until you see him go. However, nearly one and a half to get our train. Soon comes the train of Mr. and leaves, a bank is open so we sat down. A while after I write this day to kill time. Soon sits next to a guy Beatriz this a good time talking in English. Are 22:10 am and the train has not arrived, the situation does not change at 23:00, the train still does not arrive, the only change now is the companion of Charleta of Beatrice, is a child that talks about the different religious constumbres between them and us. We bought a bottle of water costs 10 rupees and we finally get our train at 23:50, we left our car and backpacks. Almost everyone is sleeping. We played worse than the previous litters train (the bunks are the same but the location makes it a little more difficult to control the backpacks).
And this has been another busy day as you see. And ma, ana you we will continue from here.
kisses and hugs as appropriate.
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