Ashok Country Resort
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... so they are everywhere, clogging up traffic. I think many off them are actually owned by families fpr milk but they let them wander around during the day to munch on garbage or whatever else they can find. Cows run the city. so ya see what I did there with my title for this post? GET IT? anyways next I went to khujaraho next where there are temples with crazy erotic carvings and statues! next, agra and saw the taj mahal, was ...
... of some shops street traders are selling baubles or food. Every traffic light stop is accompanied by plaintive window banging as the lowest members of the merchandise food chain try to sell their postcards, or their wooden models of Hindu gods. Or worse the children making feed me gestures oblivious that our coach windows do not open and glass and a whole world divides us.
... being a huge minaret (which you can no longer climb due to too many suicide attempts). Afterwards, we were welcomed with open arms at Ayeshe's mum's house for lots of delicious homemade food including an amazing mango chutney - we need that recipe! After some kite flying on the rooftop, we had a lazy evening in preparation for our trip to Agra the following day. In true Asia day trip style, the journey to Agra which was supposed to take 2 ...
... all sent us in different directions. We ended up asking for directions in a tourist information centre and the nice man in there called Omar called the dancing hall to ask where they were.Turns out they have been closed for 2 years! What a laugh!
So now we are well fed and in bed. Another eye opening and eventful day gone by. We do appreciate our warm bed at night, temperatures are below 10 at night.
Until tomorrow, ToodlesMiriam & Clíona Xxx
... way and think about something else, or engage
ourselves in some other more enjoyable activity. But in a 10 day meditation,
you have to face whatever comes up because there’s nowhere to run and nothing
to distract you from yourself. Somewhere in those 100 hours of silent sitting,
you’re forced to look at and deal with repressed memories and old problems that
you’d swept under the rug. And you’re meant to simply observe your emotions ...