Every time he went sailing over one of those abysses my breath stood still, and when he grabbed for the perch he was going for, I grabbed too, in sympathy.

And he was perfectly indifferent, perfectly unconcerned, and I did all the panting myself.
He came within an ace of losing his life a dozen times, and I was so troubled about him that I would have shot him if I had had anything to do it with.

But I strongly recommend the view.

There is more monkey than view, and there is always going to be more monkey while that idiot survives, but what view you get is superb.

All Benares, the river, and the region round about are spread before you.