Kwality Motel Dehradun
18, Rajpur Road, Uttaranchal Dehradun, Uttarakhand, 248001, India
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Mama's Oasis Amidst the Chaos
... that they would not take too much away from the zen atmosphere of the place renowned as a spiritual hang out that inspired the Beatles' White Album. Boy were we wrong!
While you can still see the traces of the small, peaceful town that Rishikesh had once been, those traces are quickly being swallowed up by the hustle and bustle created by commercially-minded Ashrams, painfully self-aware foreign backpackers and South ...
Telling my story through some photos
... was on an inner journey during all this praying, praising and singing, as I lessoned with my hole beeing to the healing sounds of the sanskrit language. I will summon it up by saying that I now see how fully blessed and protected I am on my journey - and always have been.
...... Now I will post some photos from my journey, and try to get across some of the more mundane experiences I have had so far.
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Why Aren't More NASCAR Drivers Indian?
... to Rishikesh. He stared at us blankly, smiled and said the only English words he had in his vocabulary: "Yes, please sir."
"Can we have a car for 9 AM to Rishikesh and how much will it cost?"
“Yes, please sir.”
“No, can you call and order a car for us?”
“Yes, please sir.” The man said staring blankly.
We looked at each other and rolled our eyes. “We need a taxi to Rishikesh.” ...
West to East
... to get emergency tickets to Kolkata (meant not be able to see Varanasi=sad face).
So that evening we boarded our 38 hour train journey to Kolkata. It was luxury compared to the bus from hell. We had an air con carriage-our own beds with blankets, pillows, sheets and people came round at regular intervals with hot food and tea to buy. Time flew-slept the **** out of that bed. The only down side was the one sharing the compartment with us snored worse than my ...
Haridwar - I am the Queen of the Castle
... a funny story here – of course.... So we get to the parking area and we get out, I run after my driver, whom I’ve now decided should be called “Fred”, it sounds a bit like what he said his name was, but I could not really understand him. Anyway, Fred and I get to a line of people and he says, “40 rupees” which I give him in return for a ticket. I get in line and off I go, alone... Only to discover that this line is for ...


