OMG! I don't know where to start; I don't know where I left off; all I know is that Varanasi, India is sensory overload of the very most un#*^*#&%believable kind.

I can't send pictures anymore, so you have to wait until I get home, and then you're going to think TIME-LIFE magazine inhabited my little red Kodak camera.

It turned out my camera wasn't broken; just hit the wrong button. Don't know what I already told you, because I am in a state of overload oblivion.

It all started this morning at 5 a.m. when our 17-year-old guide picked us up and took us on a daybreak riverboat trip of the Gangi....or maybe it started yesterday with our messages in a hole-in-the-wall shop on a loud strip of cow-strewn Indian highway/alleyway to everywhere/nowhere.