I am not sure if you know what it is like to shove your life into a bag, squish into the car, and trace the lack of a yellow line on a foreign country road. Imagine the feeling in your tummy with a fancy dinner, a late night second rate dinner, a million coffee martini's, and unnamable amounts and flavors of other drinks, all being mixed up in the blender of a bumpy ride into the highest mountains in the world. This was my day. I required sun glasses, and I begged for Sonu to play any other tape besides the ONE tape we had been listening to with him during every road trip yet. Don't get me wrong, it is a great tape all full of dope drumming beats, wierd sounds, and hindi love lyrics, but...anything played that many times is bound to make you wanna scream.
We were on our way up to Rishikesh, the birth place of yoga. I was glad to have gotten the de boucherie out my system now, prior to arriving at my holy land, land of Dana, land of bendy, land of sages, land of YOGA! But, I was wishing the after effects of my de boucherie would get out of my ecosystem faster!
IF you have followed along with the whole India trip up until this point, then you know the drill. We drive, we stop for chai, we drive, we stop for chai, we sleep in the car, we drive, we stop for chai, we listen to the same tape, we drive, we stop for chai, we take pictures of monkeys, we drive, we stop for chai..... and on and on!
That's pretty much how it went, until late at night when we rolled into town.
A little info about Rishikesh:
There is only one way into town, across a guarded bridge that closes after 9pm at night. It is a dry town, so you can't find meat or liquer of any type at all. It is just above the foothills of the himalayan mountain. A few thousand years ago, the sages went into those very mountains and created the formal practice of yoga. One of those sages was Patanjali who is the most famous, and respected historical source on the philosopy of yoga. The town has yoga ashrams and yogi's all over the place. The Ganga River springs from the himalayas in the near by sister city of Haridwar. Rishiskesh is known to be a spiritual place and is situated along a well traveled pilgrimage route.
Somehow we skirted around the guards at the gate, and we rolled into this holy town late at night feeling less hungover, and grabbed the first guest house with the biggest sign.