It was a bit of a relief to get away from the cold weather, but it’s a double edged sword as we went from the chilly north to the hot sweaty weather of Mumbai. At night in the train I was so cold I just paced back and force reading a book occasionally shadow boxing to warm up…

So, we had made varanasi our own over the course of  our stay, learned to fly kites, learned about Japanese food, saw a few bodies roasting in a manner not to be seen except by the fella at the crematorium and had a whole lot of fun. Time to move on….