Spilled milk

Evening ceremony, haridwar.

Which was a brief passing day of chance meetings....first Natasha in a chai shop across the road from the train station just before dawn...and then Jens at the evening ceremony...but in truth after Varanasi any urban setting was not going to glow as brightly....but got a rickshaw up to rishikesh...found that the places we had looked at, high bank, were all full...we then found a mad old Indian woman who demanded that we share a room as she didn't want to give us a room each...so we took that and wandered off...stumbling on a place where my room is only 250 a night if I stay a week.....and moved in there.....

Obviously I spent the savings on a motorbike:-) in the Himalayan foothills....and discovered that the Enfield's are arrived in the 21st century.

Oh did I mention that rishikesh is stunning:-) joyousness resumed...