Varanasi

Arriving at the train station was like being in the set of The Jewel in the Crown - dust covered platform full of people - beggars, travelling farmers and business men, huge families with cases and food supplies waiting to board, chai sellers with steel teapots and a bucket full of unglazed terracotta handleless cups, porters in red robes, handpulled carts, bicycles, tourists, taxi drivers with handscrawled names on paper. Very old fashioned, poor and people with missing limbs, deformities and injuries. Arrivals feeling rather overwhelming.