It was almost a relief to leave Varanasi and it's claustrophobic alleyways today. There is a limit to the amount of phony holiness, pollution, urine stench and filth that I can take. However, I have to say I'm a little bit impressed with myself for not having had an "India-meltdown" yet, although it was very close last night when I had my first face-off with an Indian cockroach the size of a small tax-free Alpine country. I admit, I didn't stick around long enough to meet the rest of the tribe. (Which co-incidentally happened right after a little mouse trotted over my feet whilst I was having dinner)
I think the key to surviving India is to just surrender. Just accept that this is India, this is how it is, this is how things are done and there is absolutely nothing you can do to change it. Just accept that your reciept is nothing more than a handwritten note on a piece of flimsy papers, the laudromat is actually the river, your hands the cutlery. Just accept that whatever you do, you'll always remain a rich white foreigner, just begging to be ripped off. And then smile while it happens.
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