Explosive Ganges Ritual: Are Chinese Girls Traveling in Groups to "Sleep" with Handsome Priests?

In the afternoon, while checking in at my hotel, I met a female backpacker from mainland China. She’s from Anhui, named Xu Huiting. After graduating from university, she set off traveling alone. She spent over ten days in Nepal before coming to India. I’ll write a separate feature on her story.

Featuring Huiting here is mainly to lead into the next part of this article.

After we finished watching the night ritual and returned to the hotel, she told me:

“The priest you were photographing right in front is the most handsome one among them.

There was a very popular post on a Chinese forum called Tianya a while back,

about a middle-aged Chinese woman who ‘slept with a priest’ here. The article was pretty bold and explicit.”

It caused a sensation in China. When you go back to Taiwan, you must definitely do a Baidu search on it.

The title is: ‘Stepping on Cow Dung, Watching Cremations, Smoking Weed, Sleeping with Priests’

%妓?褪切∫，熟女最哈的对象之一。

After returning to Taiwan, I immediately did a Baidu search for this post and read the masterpiece of the “Spicy Taste Sister.”

Just the title alone captures the essence of Varanasi. Of course, the last two items were her own unique experiences.

The writing style is bold and full of personal flair—it’s really wild and incredibly appetizing.

Since this post is in forum format, in response to feedback from friends, both the main text and the comments are in the same thread. You have to diligently flip through all 63 pages to read the whole thing. I specifically asked Spicy Taste Sister for permission before publishing.

Spicy Taste Sister wrote about her entire trip to India in a way that was both incisive and comprehensive. India is truly a place that makes you reflect deeply. I’ve excerpted the “Priest” segment that caused a stir among backpackers. The following is purely a sharing and retelling of travel experiences. I was amazed, but these are not my personal experiences—so please take it lightly.

You can have your own opinions, you can have your own interpretations, but I still have to annoyingly state that the following is purely the personal experience of “Spicy Taste Sister” and does not represent the common travel experiences of all backpackers. It’s like the logic that if a foreigner visits a nightclub in Taiwan, meets some Taiwanese girls, and then assumes all Taiwanese girls are obsessed with foreigners.

Text and photography by Spicy Taste Sister
The handsome guy on the bed opposite was hugging and chatting happily with his friend. As a light yuri fan, I couldn’t hold back. Unable to resist any longer, I took out my camera and asked if I could take a photo. He generously agreed, leaving behind a sweet moment.

Another thing that left me, as a foreigner, in awe, was putting shoes on top of the electric fan. What a great anti-theft strategy. I couldn’t think of it even if I racked my brains. Fortunately, I didn’t lose anything during my entire trip to India.

The world-famous ancient narrow alleys of Varanasi are like a maze, full of hidden dangers. Walking around aimlessly, you might encounter a sacred cow blocking the path. Getting close to them means being wary of cow dung that can suddenly squirt out. More than once, with a “plop,” a pile would appear right in front of you, and those not quick on their feet could only scream in dismay.

This guy in the yellow checkered shirt has such a great figure~~~ But the mom’s son has gone bad~~~ The mom’s son is sitting in the bride’s palanquin~~~ Mom has no hope left~~~

The banks of the Ganges are like a vivid, colorful Indian blockbuster, assaulting your senses. When I stopped being startled by various glimpses of nudity and stopped covering my nose to flee from certain smells, I knew I had been assimilated by this city.

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Do you think the buildup is too long? Don’t worry. The priest is about to make an appearance.

At 6:30 PM, I rushed to the riverbank to watch the grand Ganga Aarti ceremony held every evening. Continuing for thousands of years since the birth of Hinduism, handsome Brahmin youths gracefully dance with ritual instruments to stirring music. What a feast it is. Even someone uncultured like me was deeply captivated.

Group photo with the priests—of varying quality. So many beauties, it’s hard to focus.

Who do you think is the most handsome? Who makes you feel the urge?

At a shop in Jaipur buying Alibaba pants, the shop guy was an excellent salesman—he basically spread almost everything on the ground for me to see. I said don’t spread them out. He said, “You can look for free!” In the end, I bought three pants and two tablecloths—the patchwork style like the one behind me. I negotiated the price down from 1,500 rupees each to 602 rupees, about 40 yuan each. Awesome~

After paying, the guy said, “Why don’t you put on this sari and take a commemorative photo?” There was actually such a value-added service—I eagerly accepted. But the sari was really hard to wear. The guy fussed around my chest and back at just one-centimeter intervals for a long time before finally getting it right. The result was pretty good.

By the way, wearing the sari on your head means you’re married, and wearing it on your shoulder means you’re single.

After taking off the sari, I sat on the chair looking at the photos. The guy knelt on both knees, looked up, and asked, “Do you have an Indian boyfriend?” I shamelessly replied, “I have lots!” The guy didn’t mind at all and pleaded, “Then just add one more—me!” I quickly stood up: “Too many, can’t handle them all.”

I sat in front of the youngest priest, continuously snapping photos. That gorgeous uniform shimmered with a golden halo, fascinating all the female onlookers.

Only by looking at him, really looking at him, did the young priest notice me. I immediately switched my starstruck face to a big smile, and he blushed and looked down.

They are the highest-ranking Brahmins in the Indian caste system—not entertainers. The public worships them and dares not disrespect them.

How practical sleeping on them is varies from person to person.

Based on face-to-face conversations with several priests, here’s the information I gathered:

Becoming a priest involves a rigorous selection process. Being chosen is an honor for them. This job is unpaid. Most of them are students at Banaras Hindu University.

For example, the young priest mentioned above studies art. The one below studies astrophysics.

※This article is excerpted from the blog "My Loyal and Sincere Heart." For the full text, please click here >>