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... predominantly led by the forest officers.
Sanji village was quite magnificent to see, as a small little agricultural
establishment on the side of a massive Himalayan valley. Despite the fact that
we were only in the foothill region of the Himalayas, the mountains were still
gigantic, and rivalled some of the largest North American ranges I have seen.
It is difficult to fathom how large the true ridges must rise at their
pinnacle. Farmland ...
... another rare opportunity. It seems like the motivation needs to come from within the local culture and communities as usual.
My last day in Rishikesh I made my way back to the Ganga for a last couple visits and upon my first arrival down many tiled steps down to her flows I met up with a little boy who guided me to a nice spot to take a dip between the boulders. He played with the sticks and a pack of gum that was given to him and kept saying ...
... on my walk yesterday. All I had to do was look at the signs and I would have remained on the right path. Next time I’ll know. Anyway, Happy Valley was not much to write home about. There is some kind of government / military academy there that adds a sense of prosperity to the neighborhood. I wanted to photograph the military guard out front with his colorful uniform and magnificent hat. He wanted to let me take his picture as well, but he made the ...
Mussoorie, Tuesday, 16 April, 2013 – Return Home Day!
Gregory accompanied me to the nearby transport station for my ride to the airport. I had decided to splurge and treat myself to a taxi the whole way to the Dehra Dun airport, but those greedy Indians thwarted my plans. When I had an Indian guy who worked at my hotel ask the price of the taxi to the airport on my behalf a few days ago, the taxi drivers told him that ...
... about my friend Helmut in Bangkok. In my dream, he was planning to drive from Bangkok to Hong Kong, and he was taking someone else with him (a backpacker) rather than me. Shortly thereafter, I saw Helmut’s Indian doppelganger on television.
I watched TV and read until I got sleepy again at 4:30am, at which time I went to sleep again and didn’t wake up again until about 8:30am. I spent the entire day in my hotel room, eating only two bananas ...