A Remedy at Last for The Ailing Ganges?

摘要

VARANASI, INDIA—Yellow and gold marigolds drift slowly down the languid Ganges. Remnants of garlands, the flower heads add splashes of color to the turbid river that Hindus call Mother Ganga. The overwhelming fragrance, however, is the stench of sewage. Downstream of this holiest of Hindu cities, Gopal Pandey dons a pair of rubber gloves and lowers a steel canister over the side of a motorboat. Methane bubbles rise to the surface of the murky water and burst silently.