Biting the dust

Although I’ve not much time for people taking pictures of their food and posting to social media, it’s been a long, dusty day and I’m happy to be waiting for room service to deliver fried snacks and another beer.

Bending over backwards

I very much enjoyed my introduction to yoga and still feel warm for having stretched, breathed and opened-up. That’ll hopefully continue back in the UK with classes and a daily practise supplementing the cardio’ exercises. As I was opening my chakras, monkeys gazed in inquisitively, which was a bit off-putting, but sharing space with these cheeky, clever…

A refreshing dip

The road from Rishikesh to Uttarkashi is 180km and for much of that it follows the Ganges. Along the way are magnificent views of the river’s flood plain and Himalayan foothills. And although Uttarkashi held little appeal for me, I found riding the quiet, twisty mountain road and the scenery compelling. That said, Samsara in…

Rishikesh

A narrow suspension bridge across the Ganges hangs below my table. People share the crossing with cows and bikes as monkeys patrol the cables above seeking opportunity amongst the traffic below.

Something about girls

I’d seen very few women up until today, and had started to wonder where half the population were, when I met Madhuri Kalal and crew filming on location at the hotel. Madhuri reports for Kashmiri News and she told me about “Hello Kitty” parties where women hang-out. Though I don’t think they’re generally absent from public spaces…

150 dusty miles

The Enfield had been left standing for a few days and was a bugger to start. Being such a simple beast, it lends itself to tinkering, and resuscitating it soon turned into an international party game which ended in a close draw: England 1, Germany 1, India 0, Japan 0 In the process we variously…