In this holy river and city, it is deemed as a great event at the end of one’s life to be cremated and into the river you go.
So the body is carried through the backstreets on a wooden type stretcher by a crowd, dipped in the dirty, yet holy waters of the ganges river, then tossed on a wooden fire, burned for a while until “well done” and beyond, remains which are hopefully ashen by now are thrown into the river, or if any limbs left unburned, these get tossed in. I kid you not!
But this is not so bad, honest!
Walking passed the burning ghat while the cremations are ongoing you can smell the flesh burning. I was heaving constantly, yet curious with this important religious belief.
Oh the joys of travelling 🙂