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Walking OF HERE AND IN THE India

Surfing the Ganges are always new experiences, sometimes pleasant, sometimes disturbing. I want groped to describe them to avoid to be lost from memory, and it may be useful to someone who will do this trip in the future. The adventure begins in Allahabad, a city renowned as one of four sites where he held the Khumb Mela, and therefore sacred, more sacred even Benares, because you meet three rivers: the Ganges, the Yamuna and the mythical and invisible Sarasvati. In fact it was in these waters, which were scattered the ashes of great men like Mahatma Gandhi. The ghat where we board is about twenty kilometers from the city and to get there along a small and narrow road in the countryside. Before we find a last village, at that time festival: stalls with runny sugar of all colors, music [horrendous and incredible volume], bimbi giocano.Le boats that are ready and the reception is classic, with necklaces of flowers and music. Remains lying on mattresses that and leave. Our first stop is located just five hours of navigation on the waters of this sacred river. The camp is prepared on the banks of the river, the tents, high and spacious with beds and sheets are assembled quickly, in as you disperses in the desert sand that serves as a toilet table is ready and before dinner we bring snacks to the all kinds, which we consume accompagnadoli with a bottle of rum. At the end someone is going in the dinner tent, goes out and tells me that the covers are missing. Missing covered? I say that the controller responds laconically:
"We forget, they serve?" "Of course you need!" I say.
"Ok, shall provide, but does not say how. While I see that a boat leaves for good lena in the dark. I ask again: "Then the blankets? Where is that boat? "Impassive the guy I replied:" On the other side there is a village. The range to buy "
Answer: "Ah" and expect our drinking rum. Blankets, incredible, arrives! They were useful because the night was cold!
The other days at sea still calm, the water is almost green, and at some points is low. During the day there is no shortage of curiosity: gangetici dolphins suddenly jumping in front of or to the side of the boat, birds that are raised in the air by the sandy shores, water snakes that glide almost to the surface and some corpse floating lazily on the water. For those who have never been on the Ganges, the show surprised him, the curious and disturbing. But it is the norm. In the Ganges are thrown without being cremated, the bodies of ascetics, children and the sick. So there is no lack, at times are stranded on the shore where the dogs if they disputed, sometimes down to the ocean, is the flow of life in death, as the flowing waters of the sacred river that is born out with roaring rapids and then calm before finally entering into the ocean. We stop to Chun for a walk. I discover, even if there were other times, an English cemetery. It would be a wonderful monument if it were not used to playing and toiletries. Some tombstones are intact, set in beautiful tomb-monuments. You still read the names of English who are buried there: some colonels, other captains, in short, the dead of the colonial. Tonight it stands again on the beach. We are happy, even if someone is concerned about hygiene because he noticed a skull shortly before the camp. The tranqulizzo! We cook with water and in the same way the dishes are washed. Dinner with music, cheerful, but on the other side before something happens to us. There is movement. We see, even if it is dark, they're building a pyre, the corpse is already close to the Ganges. There are no screams, there is despair! The pyre is lit and the family sit around and wait for the end. We continue to laugh and eat and drink, there is no conflict, even if someone asks me worried if it is correct to do what we are doing. To get the answer just look at the sailors and staff: gathered around the fire singing and dancing. We're going to get to Axis ghat in Varanasi.
Benares see all! The river is a half moon and I feel wonderful. Fascinating. In the distance I can see his famous and sacred ghat where the fires burning pyres of 24 hours over 24, the Ganges becomes dirty, on the banks men and women washed their clothes and washed in the sacred waters, someone sits in meditation on the construction cement. Mythical Benares is there at your fingertips, ready to be enjoyed with this unusual arrival. The Aarti, the ceremony of the fire which is celebrated every evening on the ghat, view is beautiful from the boats. In the darkness of the evening the boats glide on the waters of the Ganges. It passes in front of the ghat most famous and most sacred of Benares where pyres burn continually, and then returns to the ghat where the elite are celebrating the ritual on the podiums of cement. People! Shivratri of the ceremony, the marriage of Shiva with Parvati, is quite another. The road is transenna and is full of riot police. Do not you feel tension, no fear. Come! The parade is preceded by women who are on the shoulders of the lamps that operate with a generator was also brought to the shoulders. The electricity wires passing over their heads. Then a flurry of people to the parade of barriers; come back to the deities of elephant, with gaudy clothes. India is at its maximum confusion, colors, barrels, animals and people. Then there away from the festival go to India in a less confusing and more tourism. From Khajuraho to roads are not always comfortable, you arrive first at the park and then Bandavgarh to Kanha, both located at a height of 450 m. In the morning we start early, you are traveling with the Jeep in park and waits until you communicate via radio that the elephants were sighted tigers. It seems that animals are more sought after in the world looking at the amount of people there. Fortunately, the park is great and so many tracks, and each follows his own. Crossed a driver that communicates something to our and our shoot the jeep at full speed towards somewhere. It is understandable that there are tigers. Stop and go up on the huge elephants. We head a short distance from the car and high nell'erba there are five tigers, and the mother with her puppies. The mother is lying down and a soft belly of his moves pargoli looking up and tells us something growl. Shortly after another sighted tigrotta you away with its prey in the mouth, very elegant there worth a look, and proceed towards a more peaceful place to eat. Tomorrow we leave for Bhopal, sadly famous for its factory. There are villages on the way to Bhopal just huge expanses of well-cultivated land, whose owners live in big cities such Mumbai. At some point we stop, the street was scattered wheat or other grain because the machines will pass over to thresh. Seen many times on the road in India. But do not we stop this, we stop for the houses. Along roadsides workers have built their huts with straw residual of the transaction, incredibly small and insecure, which house entire families. Bhopal is not far away, in the evening a kind of small nubrifagio keeps us company for several hours. Of course I think about those people in straw huts. But in India it is only natural!

Franco Pizzi