Sun Hotel Haridwar

... ceremony. We lit a beautiful family floating torch made of leaves with flowers and a candle in it. The priest then took us into the river and we had to chant with him in Hindi to wish for long and happy lives and wealth and good jobs. He asked me what I did and when I said I now had no work he gave me an extra go and got me to scoop up water and anoint us, bless him. We then all placed our floating flower candle in the river and made our final ...

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... to get some breakfast at the hotel restaurant (Hotel Surya). I had some muesli (I have been going through this muesli phase lately) with honey and fruit and some toast that wasn't very good. I ate one piece and then decided I would save the other two for the first cow I met that day. I set off again after breakfast and crossed the Laxman Jhulla (bridge) to check out the action on the other side. I stopped at a few places to check on river rafting prices. I was sort of ...

... is around you, and slow down. just for the day, do everything a little bit slower and with more attention to everything. especially simple everyday things like pouring yourself a glass of water, openning the door, and walking to work. pay attention to the food that you're putting in your body and the person accross from you that you're visiting with. this is such a beautiful life that we are blessed to be living. so much love.

... 6kms). Either by walk or by horse or by Doli at own cost. Arr. Yamunotri, One can cook rice by packing it in a cloth and dipping it in the hot water of the hot kund. Pilgrims take this cooked rice home as "Prasad". Here near the temple "Pooja" can be offered to Divya Shila, After taking bath in Jamunabai Kund's warn water and having "Darshan" of ...

... the undignified 'must stay in this pose whilst searching for appropriate bog roll', I use some leaves to clean up and end up with **** on my hands, the leaves are not pourus so just spread **** all over the aresehole, or the middle **** as it shall here on be reffered as. Try again and not much better. I have got ***** on the outside of my white shorts. At this point I start to hear calls of "Rory.....Rory", they are searching for me. I have to announce to a party of ...

... the way) in symbolic purification, fire displays, chants, wonderfully colorful clothes, and just an amazing mass of humanity from end to end! The bonus of a full moon added to the special nature of the event! Quite a festival atmosphere and when it was over the crowd quietly dispersed. <br><br> <br><br> Ravi and I rejoined Rakesh at the other end of the market and with a couple of hours still before my overnight train to Varanasi we hung out for awhile in a park ...

... we jumped on a night train to Haridwar and then caught a bus to Rishikesh, arriving as planned, the day before our month long yoga course started, having travelled over a thousand kilometers in record time. We called Bob to see where she was, thinking she might have found somewhere nice for us all to stay, but clearly my memory of her had grown fuzzy with time (it had been almost a year). Needless to say Bob was asleep when I called...in Delhi, where ...

... I felt a tug on the bag which ripped right out of my hands. A little monkey had stolen my prasad and was helping himself to the bag of rice which, along with everything else, had fallen to the ground. I couldn't get angry as this was a hilarious site and a couple of young Indians helped me salvage the remaining food. When reaching the temple there was a place to leave shoes before entering and, crossing into the threshold, a man placed a mark of orange ...

... hours. The instructor, I never caught his name, was a skinny little man with a high and nasal voice. We started out with some basic sun salutations and ended with headstands. The class was small, only seven people. Everyone looked like they had done a lot of yoga before, but none as intense as this class. The instructor was really into adjusting everyone and pushing them to their limits. He would say "Wait me to come" and go around the room shoving everyone's faces inches closer ...