|clothes, guesthouse, varanasi, march 2012|
at the beginning when i came to bangaldesh i was highly overprotective of food. i did not anything from the street. nothing. and if so just when one of the guys form drik were with me. just in case. so i would not suffer alone at least.
when i came to kolkata i was still a bit conscious. kept the rules of no dairy, everything hotly made and just stuff i used to eat in the past and nothing in oil. i was fine.
then i came to varanasi and it got slippery. i was just all the time fine. so why not eat something here or there.
apparently everybody who comes to varansi gets ill. just too many cows, too much shit, to many flies. i understand. makes sense. kind of afterwards.
|asmita, guesthouse, varanasi, march 2012|