Dev Ganga Guest House
Travel Blogs from Rishikesh
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... many Hindu deities there is a complicated array of aspects deigned as being Shiva many of which seem on the face contradictory, i.e. his abilities to both destroy and renew.
The day prior to coming to Phool Chatti we had the opportunity to walk into the mountains, as Hindu pilgrims have done for generations into the next village to visit a Shiva temple. At the small temple we watched Hindu’s sing Kirtan and make ritual offerings ...
Bangs, Bibles and Buddhists
... view ahead. Not wanting to be defeated we ploughed on through the murk on a meandering path for a further 15 minutes or so to the ominous sound of thunder echoing round the valley. Falling hale combined with the realization that our waterproof trousers were back in the room was the final straw and we turned back getting back to habitation just in time to see the clouds clear and sun come out over the meadows we had been aiming for…. Bloody weather. ...
In the desert where the streets have no name
... Echter niets is minder waar. Tata bv. is het grootste bedrijf van India. Je moet het zien als een soort Hoogovens, Daf, Volkswagen, Ernst&Young, Philips en en KLM bij elkaar. Werkelijk alles in dit land is van Tata. Het meest berucht zijn toch wel de vrachtauto's die zwaar overladen met maximaal 40km per uur over de hobbelige wegen crossen. Zij laten duidelijk zien dat ZIJ de sterkste zijn. Hierdoor hebben wij al een aantal kusjes aan de berm gegeven. Gelukkig zonder ...
To the waterfalls or not to the waterfalls...
A real good sleep had and a lazy start to the day and I go to breakfast and see Necklace (who I'm hanging with near my guesthouse and who I met originally in Leh) and Alex from yesterday. We chill and chat a bit and go up to their room and chill more. Finally we all, including two dudes in the room nearby, decide to go up to the old ashram where the Bealtes apparently stayed and wrote most of the White Album. It's a good walk even after catching a rickshaw. Its mostly jungle ...
Turister, aber, en ko og en mortorcykel på en bro
... bussen bryder sammen, hvilket hører til sjældenhederne i Danmark, men er mere reglen end undtagelsen her. Så hjælper det ikke noget at side og surmule, på sit behagelige bus sæde. Hold kæft jeg er blevet klog at høre på, hva?
Vil gå så langt til at sige at det har været en sund oplevelse, at rejse rundt i Indien. Man kan brokke sig og blive sur, men lige lidt hjælper det, for det kommer du ingen veje af. Man må bare gøre som inderne selv, tag det med ro og grin.
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