I know that Nikos had to go to Varanassi before returning to Greece. So I try to call him and he is here. Galley I find it a bit because there was a small misunderstanding on the phone on the location of my guesthouse in relation to his, so I follow the Gathas to the north and not south as I had to do. Once the gas is found, we take tea on the banks before I'm walking around town. I hate them more and more taxis. The streets are narrow (like KTM), the sound of their horns horrifies me.
I spend at the Golden Temple (yesterday I saw the copy, the original now). But I can not go inside because it is reserved for Hindus. But I could see part of the roof. Basically, you take the copy of yesterday and all the white part you replace it with gold, just 800 kg.
Late afternoon, I make a boat trip on the Ganges. I wanted to do for the sunset, but I was too late. I am therefore at night and attends another Hindu ceremony, but given the Ganges.
Then when I went, I met a Nepali (with whom I had spoken during the day) who invited me to his guesthouse to sell me silk scarves, ahem. I explained to him before he unpacks them that I know I will not buy anything, so I have nothing to blame me. He tells me it is not a problem and I unpacked a lot of scarves. They are not too bad. He always tries to convince me to buy, but I'm not interested. So in the end, it makes the mouth. As I said before I have nothing to reproach myself, it was warned.
Leaving his guesthouse, to 21.30, so I take the direction of mine. On the road, I mean off the brothel, not horns, it sounds like a marching band. At this hour ?????? I therefore close this noise to see what it is. This is very festive. Put me on the sidewalk trying to take some pictures, one of the mourners and see me challenges me. She wants me to come with them in the band ...... During this
CT, I have goals that depend only on my will (and sometimes the weather if it's a hike). But there are also other events which unfortunately I can not force things. Many people do not think about starting me on a trip but, yes, I have strongly felt. Maybe it does make a long journey that resembles that. In Mauritania, but I had already seen from the outside. Here, they stick me inside.
... .. Here I am dancing with these Indians to celebrate a wedding. The men dance, women look behind them and still behind, there is the coach of the groom who dominates his world. After 10 minutes, I leave the company, it's still not my marriage. But I am the procession from the sidewalk. Seeing me still on the sidewalk, I am reminded in the procession and it moved me to continue with them. I can not say no, I try to tell them I'm not invited, they tell me that this is not a problem. So I continue to dance with them (this is not traditional dances but the big anything, it suits me perfectly). After 30 minutes of walking and dancing, the convoy stops. We stand before the wedding reception hall. So I am told to go to eat, I stay down the hall for a moment, I attend a ceremonial procession of women and married. In fact, all women in the procession go up one by one on the coach to make prayers to the groom and give him a ticket (money) in hand. It reminds me a final time I'm up to the room, I'm going. Here too, you gotta dance. They are still guys who dance, with women sitting.
I'm also fed. This is a banquet, but one guy took my plate and trying to put everything on my plate that I drop everything, it's fun.
After a while, finally married arrive. For the first time I see the bride. They sit in a corner of the room at a location they obviously being reserved, it's like a throne.
The newlyweds are in the room, some women also begin to dance but not for long because everyone goes on behind the bride and groom for a souvenir photo before leaving.
What is strange is that the newlyweds pull the mouth all the time. As if they were not allowed to smile. The groom has still dropped one or two smiles when one of his friends told him about the ear. Jokes in toto, it still works. Where in France, married are still the stars of the day, here, everybody cares. The guests just taking the picture with the bride and groom to say they were there. But I have attended only a portion may be there is another ceremony before?
Me too, I'm going to go.
I'm really glad I could attend this. For where is the city of Varanassi "mortuary cult," I was also able to attend this joyful moment which should lead to the birth of one or more beings.
PS: returning marriage to 0-1h, I have met a funeral procession. Cremations are therefore also at night.
PS 2: I was glad to see my little Greek. It will almost fail me. It will really count for me because it gave me a little mad that I had not in CT. It was a bit crazy but in a good direction.
The carriage of Narie
My friend wedding a little bar
I hope the big shots of this summer will be happier
Yes, there really is a guy who sleeps outside, but this guy is not a marriage
cideo some of the day on
Ceremonial gath
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdk0j_varanasi2-roroontheroad_travel
the convoy of marriage
http: / / www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdk3k_varanasi3-roroontheroad_travel
carriers lanterns
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdk6s_varanasi4-roroontheroad_travel
Lew was married anyway exploding 30s
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdkag_varanasi5-roroontheroad_travel
Ronan in the middle with his buddy Mad
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdkcz_varanasi6-roroontheroad_travel
It is a small dot on the forehead
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdki1_varanasi7-roroontheroad_travel
A small movement with the surrender of the Note at the end (we see just the gesture that begins)
http:/ / www.dailymotion.com/video/xhdkl2_varanasi8-roroontheroad_travel
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