That Most Sacred Of Animals

Ah, cows. What would any visit to India be without a run-in without at least one of these gentle giants? There was the cow that tried to steal my purse (her nose is pictured in the last photo), the bull that chased us down a bridge in Udaipur, the cow and bull that decided to mate directly behind us while we were watching the flower ceremony on the ghats of Varanasi (our faces show our feelings about that…you can see the animals coming for us in the background), and oh so many cows and bulls who filled the streets of cities, blocking cars and tuk tuks, lying along highways and alleys and on doorsteps and even on rooftops, walking right into us, existing everywhere and anywhere.

I’m not going to lie…I really, really liked them. I could have done without the dung (especially the day in Jaisalmer where the only option was to walk directly through it), but overall I thought the presence of cows was one of my favourite parts of India.