The day after the cremation we went to varanasi and waited till the next day when everyone showed up, crown and all, on the banks of the ganga, to rent boats at assi ghat and motor up stream to sprinkle maharishi’s in the ganga at kedar ghat. Once again it was split up between men and women, separate boats for each, and we said fuck that, and rented our own and had a mixed crew of me and bro, noamy, and our friend Gabriel who we rescued from another boat on the way.
So the men all motor up stream and all the women got stuck on this one huge boat with nothing but oars…it was the saddest thing ever going up stream and watching all the women fall farther and farther back…they didn’t even arrive at the spot until the ceremony was half over, if at all. We made it fine though, and joined up in this floating island of boats where the scattering of the ashes took place.
I jumped off our boat and got a better view on a boat that ended up being right in front of the ceremony by the time it was all over. This part was cool actually, it was trippy floating around in circles out on the ganges with all these blown rues and devotees of maharishi…it was pretty fun, but not exactly spiritual in terms of the crowds demenor and everyone wanting to get pictures and video and all this…but the puja that everyone sang at the end was very sweet and I love that song and it made me cry cause I couldnt sing along and its so beautiful. We all got back to our boats and went ashore after a five minute meditation. I saw a few more friends, but most of them vanished and made plans to meet up with us in a few days…who knows. But kanoa stayed, cause hes the man and didn’t leave his bag in allahabad like all the other amateur travelers. code
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