This morning I clock at half past five. Lunghi my noose around my hips, grab soap and fresh underwear in a plastic bag and make my way to the Ganga. In Kiran are of course many people already awake, the temperatures at this time of day quite enjoyable, it blows a little wind and the sun is hiding something behind a veil of mist. Comfortable stroll I farm in the direction to take the back door and walk across the field. The number of cows in the farm are also awake note, but especially not me. From the dirt road from I see many people walk or drive in the direction of Ghat. Most probably the visit Sulthankeshwar Temple and then subsequently (or previously - I do not know) to take their morning swim. The temple has a lot going on, it will chatter and drinking chai. On Ghat has already workers and workers who are already on the villains. Anyway, the huge staircase is apparently widened even more.
I sit down at first a bit on the steps and watch the hustle and bustle. A group of young men goes down to shore, where even a few are in bathing. I wait a bit, enjoying the peace and at this time, no one comes by to ask where I come, my name and so on and so forth. It is pleasant. Bottom left on the bank it has a few women and children who swim. The women of course in full gear. More are on the right the men, they go into the underwear into the water. The group of young men is now in the water after they have watched the first and the other in the bath. Since I am a paleface does not want to expose so much, I wait until they're done and do it again on the way back upstairs.
So now are only a few here and the sun shines now also the Ganga, which performs very little water. This is now a good time and I go calmly to the river bank to withdraw after almost 10 months, shortly before our departure, but even a bath in the Ganga. I want to cleanse the soul is not here, like the Indian pilgrims, but more than half a year practically lived on the banks of the holy Mother Ganga and not bathed in holy water to have it can not be true, right?
Lunghi and T-shirt I am moving and marching in the panties into the water, which is actually still quite clean, at least not so dirty, though not very clearly looks like. After a few meters I repel and make my first Schwimmzug. Yes and now I also understand how Sami has managed to lose in the crashing waves of the Bay of Bengal his underwear, because I suddenly have my almost down to his knees. Ah yes, the A. .. probably missing a few pounds. That would have been funny if I bleach the face, then füdliblutt would have to sneak to my Lunghi ...
Maybe it would have been even half as bad, because the few men who are also on the shore or in the water find, it seems quite normal that I am going to bathe here. This is really great. The water is pleasantly cool, I swim a few yards, then go back to the bank and soap myself up and down until fluffy, stop as I learned it from the Indians have. Brushing with Ganges water but I am leaving. I wisely left the toothbrush at home and throw myself then - a little more cautious - hiding again in the Ganga, at a few more times, exactly three times in said direction of the sun.
of soul and I do not necessarily physically cleansed pores, but with a good feeling, I make my then back to Kiran. On the dirt road I meet a couple of wild, beautiful peacocks, and as I walk by on the farm, but it starts to rain really. Only briefly, but it's a wonderful feeling.
still sleeping at home all. Pity, because this Morning hours are truly the best of the day ...
(Rémy)
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