1/30/06 am: Holy Shit!

Two hours and 150 digital images later, we headed back to our bus, swimming through the next wave of humanity heading to holy shores. Along the way, as I photographed a rasta beggar with a wooden leg and a monkey on his back (literally), we encountered an impromptu Running of the Bulls in the Streets of Varanasi. Two angry bulls cleared the streets, repeatedly crashing horns and scaring the crap out of a nearby cow, who retreated into Anne’s unsuspecting leg, leaving a lasting impression on my beloved wife. Auspiciously, this occurred precisely 28 years ago to the minute from the moment we arrived at our honeymoon (no pun intended) suite ☺. Fortunately, our luck and prospects soon changed for the better, when, for a mere 50 Rs, we secured the blessings of a jolly hajira (Eunuch) as we entered the bus back to the hotel.