ok so when they tell you India is a country of extremes, you just think 'for sure it is' without actually knowing what it means. And when they tell you being in India that everything is possible in India, you just think that what they mean is evrything is possible if you have the money to pay for it. The latter seems to be true most of the times. Except for when it isn't possible. That's how simple logics can be, even in India.

But it turns out that it is to be interpreted quite litterally. I mean, when I saw this pink chicken in the streets of Varanasi, pink as in pink flamingo, that's when I knew that this country truly is one of extremes and without impossibilities. Everything is possible here, yes. The day after I saw a pair (or is it one?) of siamese twin dogs grown together by their asses. And you know what? It didn't even surprise me. Eva told me she saw the fenomenon before, that they weren't siamese twins. It turns out that sometimes when dogs are in the act of reproduction something goes wrong and they get stuck. I never heard of this and honestly, right now, it's just easier for me to believe they were siamese dogs.

That's every reality here, at least once a day you just don't believe what you're seeing. But you have to be fast when you're attacked by this psycho monkey, what happened to me too, yes. One minute you're watching over the Ganges trying to see the dolphins in it, the next second a monkey jumps on you out of nowhere trying to undress you or whatever he wanted to do... As for the dolphins, I didn't see them (the travel guide mentioned it) (I know, hard to believe, dolphins in a river where in 100 ml of it there are as much bacteria as citizens of the city being 1.5 million) (but again, this is India and I expect to see flying elephants soon without being on drugs).

Sooo, the Ganges... holy river. Supposedly there is religious merit not only to bathingin it, but also to having your clothes washed it. When we dropped our clothes at the hostal reception, we didn't think about where they would actually wash it. Ok, we did see the washer men alongside the river, and the drying clothes next to the drying pancake like cow shit they use for cooking purposes. But when thet brought ourclothes back, ironed and all, there was no doubt about it. We are priviliged to wear religiously washed clothes now. We know by the smell. Also color. Previously white clothes are... well... brownish now. Blue clothes... brownish. Brown clothes, no problem. Except for the smell of course. But hey, religious merit to it! But wearing holy Hindu clothes didn't stop some military guys to not allow Eva to enter this Hindu temple. Well, she had to take a test first, and she failed. Question 1: are you married? And she answered incoorectly. Second chance: do you belive in Hindu gods? She said no... but I respect them! Wrong answer. 3: what are you looking for here, and 4: do you reeeeally not believe in a Hindu god?

We're in Nepal now, capital Kathamnadu. An oasis really compared to India. We can walk down the streets without being bothered. No cows everywhere. It's more civilized here, more european like, cleaner, girls wearing modern clothes.
It's great to have a break from India now, we'll be here 10 days or so.
More on Nepal later.