Another day slipping by in the siren song of the place...in the alleys an outbreak of orange flowing between ghat and temple, a thread of faith of belief woven into each passing face.

And the return of my friend from manali, giardia has dropped my energy levels. But these are the slow days now, time to sit and overthink, attempt my own weave of the threads and tales of this trip.

There's a ramble brewing but the words and images in my head won't yet translate...only questions, tremors upon a distanced mind...the realisation of Delhi in ten days and of the road between...the easy option of varanasi...but I'm restless, aware of change upon me, of something other and of three questions...