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 17 – letting go After the Taj Mahal we meet back at our hotel for a farewell rooftop lunch. We can see the minarets from here. Lunch is delicious and rather than spend the time in sadness for our last day together, we are happily distracted by signing cards to all the amazing guides … More Mid-day Musings
Day 17 – Last day on Indian soil. I can take or leave the Taj Mahal. It’s so cliche. One of the first questions I’m asked when I return from India, “Did you go to the Taj Mahal?” This is India to most people. I get it. And a little piece of me resents it. … More Mighty Mahal
Day 16 – …may never end Breakfast with monkeys, backpack with itinerary left behind, one gate at the airport. Now we’re caught up. Our flight to New Delhi is super short, less than an hour. We have been here once, stayed in a hotel that looked promising but left a little to be desired. We’re … More From Gandhi to the Taj Mahal
Day 16 – free time for insights It’s a travel day. After the silliness of the monkeys at breakfast, it’s back to the business of packing, repacking and loading up. Today we say goodbye to Dayalan. He’s staying behind to enjoy the week-long Yoga Festival here in Rishikesh. We’re happy for him, but leaving him, … More The Good, The Bad, The Mirror
Day 16 – let the travel circus begin “There are monkeys everywhere,” Karin announces as we are packing a little before breakfast to prepare for our departure at 10 am. I drop what I’m doing and grab my camera. The monkeys, or baboons, the black faced placid variety in any case, are collecting in a … More Baboons, Bananas and Breakfast
Day 12 – Part 1 The Road to Rishikesh Our day begins at 4:30 am. We are to be packed and down in the lobby by 5 to catch a bus to a train to catch another bus. And so it begins. Our bus deposits us at one of the New Delhi train stations. I … More The redcoats are coming
Day 11 – Part 2 Back on the bus we are headed for Swami Satchidananda’s childhood home and the lotus shrine, under construction, behind it. We are in a neighborhood. There are children walking home from school, houses lining the street and the smells of the evening meal being prepared. As we park in front … More Swamis and such
Day Eight: Travel day. Today we will take a bus to the airport, board a plane and end up in Coimbatore. Before the travel we must first meditate and do our asana practice. I suck at meditating. There, I said it. I cannot use my mind to quiet my mind. That’s like asking a five … More Minding the Mind
“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” Saint Augustine Discovery Bay, Jamaica: I share the photo of Jamaica because it was this trip that forced me to get my passport, taking me off the single page and thrusting me out into the world. … More Signs
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