| Being stuck in a rickshaw behind a lorry full of shit (literally), and absorbing the full smell. A Maharajah Mac (with lamb) in Bombay Macdonalds. I had not eaten red meat in 2 months. 10 minutes after eating the burger, whilst standing in HSBC bank, an attack of stomach cramps and the 'need-to-go-NOW' feeling took over. A race to the nearest public toilets (a horror in itself) was futile and there were brown pants ahoy. Pulling up in a rickshaw and getting an extreme close up of a cow who had just raised its tail for a shit. Along came another cow, and began to eat the shit directly out of the other cow's arse, making sure it got every last bit with its long purple tongue. Many animals in a disgusting state, the worst of which was a bald manky donkey, covered in sores and scabs, and had chewed off its own leg. The emptying of ALL bodily fluids into the 'holy' Ganges by pilgrims to Varanasi. Human and animal carcasses floated by, and STILL they bathed in and drank the water. Cremations take place alongside the Ganges in Varanasi, and bodies are placed openly on funeral pyres. An amazing and refreshing ritual is somewhat spoilt by the dogs that are allowed to freely sniff at the pyres, occasionally grabbing a stray human bone to chew on. Therefore the dogs of Varanasi have acquired a taste for human flesh and are prone to biting. The thought of sex on an Indian train. Sonia and I agreed that this must happen, yet our conversation was kept short due to the disgust we both felt. Going for a poo in the desert. Before I'd even had time to pull up my trousers, the dung beetles had began rolling my poo into neat balls, and were heading off to Poo World. We saw many lepers, amputees, and diseased people generally. Yet the worst was "Popadum Man" who approached us at a train station in SW India. He had the most disgusting skin disease which literally turned my stomach, and it was a wonder he was still standing. His body was covered in what I can only describe as tumours, all of different sizes : on his feet, palms, eyelids, scalp....EVERYWHERE. He reminded me of a crispy bubbly popadum and I still cannot bring myself to eat them now. Poor basterd. To view a similarly conditioned man, click here (strong stomachs only). |
| INDIAN SUMMER |
| THE STOMACH CHURNING |
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