I met this guy in Varanasi on the rooftop of the hotel where I was staying. One morning I emerged from my tiny room to find him doing a head stand. He would also sometimes come up and smoke chillums. I can’t for the life of me remember his name…maybe it was John… but I remember well the time we spent together. He lived in a warehouse the size of three basketball courts, outside of London. He was an acupuncturist, as well as a coffee cart vendor on Saturdays. He also body art and had learnt how to tattoo himself.
These pictures were taken on “the other side” of the Ganges river… where it is quite different.