Khajuraho to Varenasi, A long long bus ride.
Khajuraho Travel Blog› entry 10 of 13 › view all entries
March 6th 1990
Had to be up at 6am again, another early start, this time to face a 12-hour bus trip! We are off to Varenasi today.
Had to take even more tablets today, I added travel sickness pills to the 5 I already have to swallow,, since we know today’s drive will we very long, I can’t afford to get travel sick.
After breakfast we were away. I had loaded up with some goodies to eat and drink along the way, I am sure I shall need them.
Here my diary says ‘ the less said the better about the long drive; it was awful.'
After the first day on the bus tour, when Julie refused to sit with me, and she never did, I was seldom alone, I never changed my seat, always sat in same place, but everybody on the bus took turns at coming and sitting with me, I had a constant stream of visitors. So I think I got to know more of the fellow travellers than all the others did. I remember I had an elderly man from Australia sit with me, he had been working for the electricity board and spent most of the time pointing out all the electrical wiring in the villages we passed, mostly all the messes of wires all cobbled together in great loops and twists, after that I never failed to notice the wiring in each town we passed through!
There were very few stops, basically just a quick stop for lunch and a little walk to a small lake or reservoir just at the edge of the tiny village we had stopped at, all around the banks of the reservoir ladies were doing their washing, the old fashioned way, by pounding the clothes on the rocks.
I was aware that this will be our last day of country-side driving in India so I chanced taking lots of photos out the window to amuse myself and stay awake. Surprisingly many photos turned out quite good.
We passed lots of Holy men walking to the Ganges a pilgrimage they are all supposed to do in their lifetimes, a very long arduous dirty dusty walk.
I noticed that every little village seemed to have their own dress code, all the different clothing styles must mean something, but I never found out just what. Some villages had the men wearing skirts! Some wore a long strip of material tied around their lower bodies, other types of gown right to the ground some shorter, ladies didn’t all wear saris some wore quite different things including trousers and long tops.
Likewise the houses were all made of different designs, it kept me amused looking for different styles, made of mud, wood or bricks, mostly bricks, there was a brick works in every village.
Almost every home had a big fancy pile of dried cow pats for firewood, these were mostly piled in circular heaps done quite decoratively beside the house, we even saw children making them with their hands • the cow pats have to be shaped just right so they will stack nicely in the piles.
There was a moment of excitement when we spotted the sacred Ganges river for the first time, looking all brown and mucky but the sun was playing on the surface making it look sort of mystical.
Because I had the windows of the bus open most of the way my eyes became all puffy and swollen with the dust that flew into them, and I developed a nasty head ache • I never get head aches as a rule • so I had to take yet another tablet for that. Most of my body started to ache from sitting in one place for so long, specially my neck. Then I started to feel travel sick, fortunately we were almost there.
Finally we were there, all of us were scratchy and bad tempered, tired, hungry and dehydrated, the hotel was especially nice, quite the best one we have stayed at in India, but none of us are up to appreciating it, in fact I couldn’t have cared less til I was in my room showered and lying on my bed resting.
I decided to go out, after a time of recovery and a cup of coffee had worked its magic. Joined Sandy and Mary, Sharon and Dave and walked into the city for a meal and some pineapple juice, and to have a look around. Found that both were rather expensive and the service was bad, leading to us all becoming scratchy and grizzly again; it had been a long hard day.
Varenasi did not impress me much, its more dirty and crowded than Delhi I thought.
Might look better after a good nights sleep!