|One of my favorite things in India...masala chai. Wang bought me |
and Vera some for breakfast on the train.
|The view from the window near Varanasi...|
somebody said the yellow is mustard plants.
Actually, I was more comfortable than ever before--for one, I finally had the bright idea to arrange my jackets and scarf on top of my bag of shoes to make a better pillow than usual (I usually use my blow-up neck pillow wrapped in scarves, but I offered that to one of the American girls who was sharing a bunk; I figured I should share with someone less comfortable), and two, it didn't get as cold as it usually does on the train at night. However, I guess just because of the stress and craziness, I didn't get much sleep; I was quite comfortable, but my mind just couldn't wind down very well. Oh, well.
|The train station in Varanasi|