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... Karene some of the more unusual functions and capabilities of her camera. (She has a Canon Powershot camera similar to mine and I know all of the functions of my camera, so I was able to demonstrate these functions to her on her camera.)
Helene had some questions about the location of various things around the town such as the post office and the Tibetan market, so I showed them where those were. I also introduced them to my doctor friend as ...
... opposite direction from the one we usually go. The ruin was quite spectacular, as was the view from there.
Mussoorie, Saturday, 13 April, 2013
After our breakfast and internet session at the Vishnu Palace Hotel, Gregory and I walked the Camel’s Back Road to the main post office in the center of town so that I could mail a batch of the medicine that I had bought for Scott. The post office employee asked me what was in the package, so I ...
... to mention countless hours of construction noise disturbance. And I’m not even going to mention the risk of being gang raped by the staff there, as suggested by my friend Tony in his comment to my last blog posting.
I wasn’t sure if my stomach was well yet, but at the same time I didn’t know if I would be able to make the move across town with all of my baggage on an empty stomach. So I had a hearty bowl of cereal for breakfast to ...
... I realise that my well-mannered polite Britishness is a millstone around my neck. It dissolves daily in the war of attrition you must wage to buy a coffee, cross the street, board a train. For a nation that can be so polite and so helpful, the people of India can also be terribly rude. But rudeness is in the eye of the beholder and I decide not to behold anything but my end goal, which is to meet Bharat Shetty. I bump frail old ladies out of my way, accelerate ...
... during a yoga class. We are
learning the whole concept of what Yoga means - its root, where it came from
and how it is much, much more than what I had always thought of as poses people
are doing on the mat.
Yoga is the union of who you think you are and who you
really are. So we can imagine yoga as the journey to the real, true you. This
journey leads you to enlightenment which is essentially- being. It all comes
down to the all-important breath. We ...