Navigating Varanasi.

The flower market.

Our guide said it was like we had walked into a movie set and the director screamed “action.” It was a prefect representation, everyone and every vehicle was in motion.

For three hours we walked through the streets and alleyways of downtown and northern Varanasi. It was at once surreal and a bit intimidating. Intimidating because I felt like I could get mowed down by a motorbike or Three-Wheeler at any moment. Our 30ish guide encouraged us to find the flow of the city and just move with it.  Let me tell you that is easier said than done.

The alleys were just wide enough for a motorbike, a person pressed against a wall, and maybe a sleeping dog, trash, or a randomly placed step. If a cow appeared, all bets were off.  One time a large (possibly aggressive ) monkey blocked our passage. The pathways are uneven and wet. Sometimes shopkeepers were dumpling water to clean the area in front of their shop, often they were sweeping – but both the water and the swept trash have nowhere to go except a few feet ahead. When the “wet” was not from water it was best not to think about it.

Most shops were closed, getting cleaned, painted and ready for the Diwali

A Hindu Temple.

celebrations to start in a couple of days. There was plenty of activity to freshen up the tiny stores and hang lights for the festival. Sweet shops were open and ready to sell the traditional treats often used as gifts during the festival.

A highlight was a visit to a local flower market. We made our way up narrow, high steps to walk on the surrounding flat (rail-less) rooftops and view the scene below us. This is a wholesale market and sellers and buyers were haggling over prices for bulk purchase of garlands, aromatic leaves, and flower petals used for rituals and celebrations. It’s one of the few examples of Hindi and Muslim, women and men, doing business together.  It was a highlight for both Sarah and me.

And monkeys were everywhere. We got a kick out of watching mothers and their babies – who were all more than a little curious about what we were doing on one of their rooftops. 

We had an interesting ride in a Three-Wheeler (BTW that’s what they call a Tuk Tuk here), before walking through more alleys. But evening had faded into night. What was interesting during the day became alarming in the dark. 

Time for relaxing in our lovely hotel and a delicious traditional local dinner (remember, no alcohol here) before packing for our very early morning departure for Agra.


About KFBuchsbaum

A lover of words, learning something new every day, exploring new places, and meeting people from different cultures is what feeds my spirit. One significant thing I learned from my years in market research is that time away from an experience dilutes the memories.  You lose the highs and lows and end up with middle-of-the-road impressions.  The reason I started to blog, was to capture experiences real-time, in the moment.  I hope my moments help you relive some of your own great adventures or maybe plan some new.

Posted on November 5, 2018, in India and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. What no pic of you and Sara draped in a sari??? So enjoying this trip- vicariously! I like to pinch and inspect the faces and the building detail in the pictures you post.
    Maybe you and Sara in saris in front of Taj Majal when you get to Agra? 🕌


  2. Sounds like another fascinating day in your India adventures. Would love to see pics of all the monkeys! Not sure about walking on the flat rooftops with no railings!! You girls are getting very brave!
    Love all your posts❤️
    Stay safe. Enjoy your adventures together❤️🙏❤️


  3. The Varanasi flower market picture was absolutely beautiful, so colorful, fantastic experience for you both! Thanks! Be safe.


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