Main Ghat (steps down to the Ganges). Every Maharaja had a palace built here along the riverside.

Bathing at sunrise in the Ganges. That’s an Indian person, not one of us.

The ‘burning’ ghat. There’s a hospice next door where the elderly and sick go – they believe that if they die in Varanasi they will go straight to heaven. Most bodies are burned and the ashes put in the Ganges. There are three tiers of fires depending on what caste someone is, each with a different type of wood. The bodies and fires are looked after by the untouchables.

Women washing in the morning.

Sadhus chilling out.

At night lots of people float candles on the water.

Evening ceremony, which lasts an hour and a half and takes place everyday.

New Delhi was much greener than we expected and less busy. Almost every street was lined with trees and the pollution was much better than Jaipur and Agra. It was weird to see cars everywhere again not just rickshaws, trucks and cows, and it was the first time we’ve seen women in western clothes. We only had about a day here so there isn’t much to show.

The new metro is really nice, like the jubilee line but much quieter and the cheapest journey is about 5p.

India Gate.