When I was in Kathmandu, there were men dressed like this posing as priests to separate tourists from their cash for the opportunity to photograph them. I am not sure if these are real or fake priests. They did ask me to take a picture of them in exchange for rupees so my suspicions lie…
A couple of these little birds were hopping around on the steps near where we were sitting. I loved the red eyes and the orange patch that reminds me of ancient Egyptian makeup.
I saw a few women with crimson feet walking on the ghats along the Ganga (Ganges). I don’t know the reason for the coloring though I suspect it is associated with their faith. I did like the color contrast.
India is a country that tends to be modest when it comes to exposing female flesh. When I lived in India, women would go swimming in the pool with long shorts and at minimum a t-shirt sometimes with long sleeves. So, I was surprised to see this woman bathing topless in the Ganga.
This lady was one of the ones we saw getting her head shaved on the shores of the Ganga. After her head shaving, she entered into prayer. I find it interesting that a good many religions pray with their hands placed palms together in front of themselves with the fingers pointed skyward.
A holy city in India would seem a bit less holy without the presence of sacred cows. Varanasi seemed to have more cows than other cities I have visited. Being it is the holiest city in India, I am not surprised.
In a world divided along the line of haves and have-nots, the have-nots outnumber the haves by a large margin. Nowhere have I seen more have-nots more destitute than in my travels across India. These ladies lined the street seeking alms from those passing through the streets to visit the ghats. During our spend, spend, spend…