The train from Delhi to Varanasi was just fine. An A/C carriage, with rich indians next to me...
However, halfway through the journey, I woke up to the feeling of something moving over my head. Something heavy.
I jumped up, and had enough time to see a mouse/rat running away from my bed.
Gross. Ick. Ick.
Today in Varanasi, I was walking to a temple with a few friends, patiently telling each bicycle-rickshaw walla (man) that I didn't want his services...
Suddenly, I feel myself moving back - fast...
Somehow, a passing rickshaw managed to hook itself into the loop on my backpack, pulling me backwards. Luckily, it was a bicycle rickshaw, and not a auto-rickshaw. Phew.
I grabbed the nearest person to me, held on, and shouted "stop" as loudly as I could...
Ah. India.
Bumped into 2 of my favourite israelis in the world on the street earlier. Off to find them now.
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