In the center of the small town square stood a mound of wood ready to be lit for a bonfire. We milled about with the crowd encircling the woodpile, waiting to see what would happen next.
I sat alone in the dark yoga studio, waiting for the class to begin. I had arrived early, but was now wondering if other students would be joining the class. I had been in India for 2 months and had still not experienced the stretching, strengthening, breathing exercise in its country of birth.
Rishikesh, India is known as the Yoga Capital of the World. You would think that we would have immediately felt the zen of the place when we arrived, but you would be wrong. Our first day in the small mountain town was one of the most stressful of the whole trip.
Jaipur was the last, and our least favorite, city we visited in Rajasthan.
Seeing a tiger in the wild in India is largely a matter of luck and persistence (and a little bit of know how).
I looked across the scrub brush and could hardly believe I was sitting atop a camel, riding through a Rajasthani desert.
We arrived in Jaisalmer so early that it was still dark when the hotel owner picked us up at the train station and took us to our rooms. It wasn’t until after we awoke from our early morning naps that I went outside and saw that we were staying inside a stone fort.
I wasn’t feeling well when we arrived in Jodhpur. The overnight train ride from Udaipur to Jodhpur had increased the pain in my already aching joints. The evening we arrived, I was not in the mood to dodge traffic and cow patties.
Sitting at a roof top restaurant in Udaipur, India, looking out over the lake towards the island filled with white domed stone buildings adorned with numerous archways, it is not hard to imagine James Bond in a speed boat cruising through the water towards the island palace.
Everything I knew about slums in Mumbai I learned from watching Slumdog Millionaire.
I expected tin roofed shacks patched together in a maze. I thought I wouldn’t be able to avoid stepping a piles of garbage and feces.