Day 17 – the end of the end – almost After our rooftop lunch we gather our bags and meet in the lobby. We are leaving behind three more. Fred, Shanthi and MB. Like Rishikesh, it’s sad, but we’re rushed so there’s no time for weepy good-byes. Back on our bus we head to the … More Always Be Prepared
Day 15 continued – And Rishikesh said, “You are done shopping.” As Karin, Dayalan and I head out to shop we try, really, really try, to ignore the approaching grayish-black cloud over the mountain. It won’t be ignored. We shrug it off – ’cause that’ll make it go away – and head down to the river … More Cows Don’t Like Rain Either
Day 14, part 2 – “It never rains this time of year.” Back in town it begins to rain. We are headed to another orphanage of sorts for lunch. Odd, you would think, but there is an exceptional little cafe that helps support this effort. This is our first stop of the afternoon. Sort of. … More Rain in Rishikesh
Day 12 – This morning my mind was like a restless, whiny child working every angle to get out of doing chores. My chore? Meditation and yoga. It went a little something like this: I have a headache. I don’t think yoga is good for my knee. The floor is too cold. We should be … More Until Next Time, Coimbature
Day four: travel day. The interesting thing about travel within India is the concept if time and its elasticity. Within each city, travel time is usually accurate. Rickshaw and taxi drivers will do anything in their power to get you to your destination in the time they have estimated. Since there seem to be no … More From Here to There
On Indian soil. Our first day begins at the Chennai airport. As we wait in line to exchange dollars for rupees we’re chatted up by an Indian man behind us. He wants to know if we’re here to do yoga. Indeed we are and so is he. Different tour. We ask if he’s from here … More From Cheers to Chennai
Sometimes it’s just helpful to have a good set of wheels … and a little push.
Forget celebrities. These are the truly beautiful people. All of these photos were taken in the small village of Pratapura, Gujarat, India. It is the village where Yogi Amrit Desai spent the first 10 years of his life and why we are here. The floors in the residences are made of hard-packed cow dung. They … More Beautiful People
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