The Ganga river flows on past Varanasi and entering Bengal is nearing the end of it's journey. Here the landscape is criss-crossed by rivers and streams all heading to the sea. Slow-moving, silt laden, turgid rivers full of fishing boats, curving around mud flats. The banks are lined by palm and coconut trees, the fields green with rice.

At Calcutta, the Ganga is called the Hooghly, where ships come in from the Bay of Bengal to dock. This was once the heart of the British Raj and whitewashed, pillared colonial mansions still stand by the river. While beyond lies the crowded, volatile city that is always so vibrantly alive. The tired Ganga slowly flows past the island of Sagardwip. It is then that the ocean welcomes the travel-weary river into it's surf-tipped waves. The daughter of the Himalayas now merges into the sea. The Journey has come to an end.