Today was a tough day; I got lost in Varanasi and to make it worst, being laughed at by the locals. They were having fun giving me the wrong direction and making me lost in their city.
At one point, I stopped and asked for direction from two guys and they were pointing the opposite direction! They even argued among themselves, trying hard to convince me that they were each giving the right direction. I just watched them arguing for a while and left.
Was it me or was it that they have a typical attitude towards foreigner? I don’t know, I was really dumbfounded. Really.
You see, I have been to India before, it was hard at times but being in Varanasi on my small bike is HARDER. While i was riding today, there were riders on bikes chasing me, trying to make conversation, asking ridiculous questions, in the mad traffic of the city. Can you imagine that? And even when I pulled over to take pictures, bikes and cars would honk and some even pulled over and swarmed around me like bees. The normal 47°C suddenly went ‘higher’.
Here are the pictures that I managed to capture:
Ramnagar Fort front view
Ramnagar Fort side view
I don’t know what building this is..let me know if you know. Thanks.
Ramnagar Fort signboard
bridge crossing the Ganges to the fort
Anyway, I was back in my room safely and grumpily. After a good shower, I went out to get a drink from the cafe and bumped into the manager of the lodge.
Manager: In your country, what is the temperature like?
Me: It’s about 32 to 34°c.
Manager: Hahahaha that is our night time temperature…
Me: i can tell…feels hot though…
Manager: Today Varanasi is 47°c. Do you feel it? Is it very hot for you?
Me: You bet it is!
Manager: Don’t you just wish you can just sit under the shower and don’t come out.
After getting my drink, I went to the nearest cybercafe to upload pictures and to update my team members and as i was doing just that, a guy suddenly came to me and started YELLING.
Guy: Is that your motorcycle?
Guy: Who gives you the right to import your motorcycle into this country? Who gives you the permission? This is India you know?
Me: Yes i know i am in India…so what’s the problem?
Guy: Where do you come from?
Guy: I know where is Malaysia…how do you come here with the motorcycle? Who gives you the permission to come to India with the motorcycle? Where are you going with this motorcycle?
Me: I came by land, Malaysia to Thailand and then cargo to Nepal then i rode all the way here. And i am going to London.
Guy: You are going to London? That is very far!
Me: I know, you don’t have to yell at me all the time.
Guy: That is impossible to ride a small bike to London.
Me: impossible is just an OPINION, not a FACT.
Sorry guys. I am getting tired of this power showoff of unknown people yelling to my ears. I am just sick and tired of the attitude. It’s time to hit bed.
I will be heading to Kanpur early tomorrow, running away from the heat…I hope.
I’ll try to hit Agra after Kanpur, if I have the energy. After that it’ll be Jaipur and New Delhi. Pray for my safe ride.
Boy! I have never wrote this long.
Nitey nite people. Khodahafez.