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Noel  Coward  and  his  uncanny  accuracy.  I   in flesh either – and prepared myself for the   Yes, the ghats are quite stunning, and make
            enjoyed it though, not having had a good   worst. I wasn't to be disappointed.  for some interesting walks. But behind ev-
            dry scrub walk since Australia, and when I   Unlike the dogs, the people on the east bank,   ery great man is a great woman, and behind
            spotted the plume of blue smoke from the   though  few  in  number,  were  markedly   the craziness of the ghats is the even more
            main burning ghat in the distance on the   friendlier than the inhabitants of the city. I   intense insanity of the old city. Like all cities
            other side of the Ganges, I headed towards   suppose when you're surrounded by dead   that grow up steadily and totally unplanned,
            the water to get a view of the city on the op-  rich people who have been washed up from   the old city is chaos, but it's a different sort
            posite bank.                                                          of chaos from the more normal traffic and
                                               heaven, you lose a lot of your bigotries; ev-
                                                                                  population clash of India's cities; in the old
            I soon reached the east bank, which slides   ery day you're reminded that we are all dust   city of Varanasi the streets are seldom wider
            into the murky water without ceremony or   in the end, whatever our status in life.   than eight feet, so there are no cars or rick-
            embankment, and the first thing I noticed   Every one of them said hello, and lots of   shaws, and there aren't so many people. It
            was  the  smell,  the  familiar  stench  of  rot-  them tried to start a conversation in Hindi   sounds like heaven.
            ting garbage and sewage, but this time with   (though with little success); in the city all I
            an added twinge, a sour odour of burned   ever  got  was  the  usual  chanting  of  'Hello   But of course it's not. You can take the cars
            meat; the burning ghats were in full swing,   friend,  you  want  cold  drink/cigarettes/ho-  off  the  streets  but  you  can't  do  anything
            and the wind wasn't doing me any favours.   tel/massage  (delete  as  applicable)?'  'Hello   about  the  cows,  and  with  Varanasi  being
            I remembered a body that I'd seen from a   friend'  is  an  especially  irritating  phrase;   such  a  holy  city,  it's  packed  with  wander-
            morning boat trip on the river a couple of   'Hello  mister'  is  simply  inane  and  faintly   ing bovines. Cows, being docile beasts and
            days before – an upper half of the torso only,   amusing, and the normal 'Hello sir' the In-  fairly slow-moving, are not much of a prob-
            body still swathed and the face nothing but   dians use is polite and fine by me, but 'Hello   lem as you can slide past them pretty easily,
            a cleaned skull, not hollow but not covered                           but 'slide' is the operative word; if you take
                                               friend'?


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