Samrat Hotel Haridwar
Sadhu Bela Road, Near Chitra Talkies Haridwar, Uttarakhand, 361004, India
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The Day We Went to Haridwar
... and myself walked around in complete awe of what was going on in the water. People were taking tons of photos and videos of us everywhere we looked. Some people started harassing us when we were looking at t-shirts and they were demanding pictures. Not only did I already take a picture with the guy I told him to wait until I was done and I would take another. He would not leave Kayla and I alone so Eddie had to come ...
The Utkal Express
... now shared my bench meant for three, so I decided to move up to the top berth abandoned by the ugly, insolent man. And suddenly the world of the train changed. It felt like it did when you're a little kid and have found a secret hideout. No one looked up at us. No one bothered us. We were free to observe the chaos below free of the aggravation of actually being a part of it. We were free to talk and read. We could lay down or sit up. Sure the stink ...
Arati
... the
priest watching our little divine light float off.
On our way back to the room two musicians were playing the
harmonium and drums in the courtyard. We sat down to listen to what
turned out to be the most beautiful vibrant chanting I have ever
heard. The chanter was so filled with god and light that I couldn't
even make eye contact. It was one of the most real musical experiences
I have ever had, I felt it in my veins. ...
First meeting with India
... kvinnene saa paa. Mennene er uten bluferdighet her, de springer ut i Ganges kun ikledd en hvit , bleielignende stoffbit som saa hvitt skjuler rumpesprekken. Kvinnene dypper seg fullt paa kledde.
Bekken kom fra en dal mellom hoye fjell . Dalen var dyrket opp i terasser, og fra naermeste hus loed Bollywoodmusikk paa hoy styrke. Jeg gikk dit og ble beglodd av to okser, en geit, en hundehvalp, en katt, en vakker kvinne i fargerike klaer ...
Spiritual
... life, the most amazing face I've ever seen), I get a chi and biscuits. So I'm asking myself, "what the "holy god" am I doing here".
I have my chi. They are honored to have me there and its lucky! The
tailor comes in with more orange clothes, there is a big discussion
amongst themselves and they all leave bit by bit, me with the chief.
He is "strong from yoga". He is 50 (he says). He wants me to feel his
mussels, he is ...


