Rewa was the perfect hotel room spacious, comfy beds, a delightful dinner and breakfast the following morning. Rewa itself was a bustling township of India, with lots of colour and busy stores in the streets. However we didn’t really go out in Rewa, we just stayed at the hotel….the hotel there was a means to an end- to get as close to Varanasi as soon as possible.
On the road again and up early to Varanasi and we faced our first stint of seriously bad weather, in India during monsoon season when it rains it pours and today it certainly bucketed down!
Our little rickshaw was a complete wash out, Gordon, Shelley and myself had so far been winging it and thinking that we had missed out on all the bad weather and that there was absolutely no chance it would rain until Nepal….Whoopsie!
So we got completely soaked, everything in the rickshaw was wet and so were we! The challenge was that we had to then try and keep the remainder of the rickshaw dry. So we taped a shower cap to the roof of the rickshaw as only days before the roof of the convertible was ripped open with the might of an electrical cable hanging in the streets of Bhopal. Meanwhile Shelley, Gordie and myself tucked into a packet of Maltesers to pass the time, after the dose of sideways rain we drove off towards Varanasi- the Holy place.
Arrrrrghhhh Varanasi…. Another busy Indian city but this time it was a holy city, We’ll see in the morning as I am absolutely buggered and haven’t been able to take much in this evening. I have been a bit cranky and tired all day and also feel a cold coming on. Yuck! Laters.
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