Chaotic Indian Life

Varanasi, 28-02-1994. Together with Anne i took the bus to Siliguri and on to Varanasi leaving beautifull Sikim and its friendly inhabitants behind, back into the chaotic scenes of India. The weird and almost incomprehensible chaos of daily indian life, trains that are cancelled, people that refuse to understand even your most basic questions < hoping for baksheesh really > street husters, irritating rickshaw wallahs that never seem to be able to bring you to your destination, fowl exhaust fumes from the indescibable chaotic trafic that is constantly fucked up, let us not forget all the stary animals that criss-cross the dirty streets at will. I wonder how long it will take for my tolerance to drop to the zero level again.