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Week three of the Ashram

sports psycholgy and the Yoga way wu wei...

Week three has been the hardest. I still love being in the ashram but the detox is hard. Everyone seems to be going through pretty similar experiences. Its a bit like a Doors song come to life although out here there are plenty of stars. Things you had forgotten about come back to you. All the little thoughts that were lurking in the muddy depths float to the surface.... And you scream a bit and then go do some practice, some chanting, eat some more vegaetables and sit it out. I've learned that chanting can really dramatically change your headstate and when you really don't feel like Om Kar chanting because you're so cross with the world is precisely the moment when you should. We chant incantations to Durgha and I wonder if she's partly to blame for my tantrum the day before yesterday when I marched up to a girl during practice and told her to stop videoing my practice as it was REALLY pissing me off. Yes, Yoga is transformation- passive aggression becomes active aggression. Anyway, I found out that much as Durgha has her good points she is also a ten armed warlike Goddess who rides around in a chariot pulled by a lion and takes no shit from anyone. Recently when I was visualizing her I got electric shocks through my entire body...
We've had a great week, lots of meditation as well as more advanced asana practice- I've been playing around with the headstand a lot which is great fun, and staying up in shoulderstand for a good few minutes at a time. My old flexibility is coming back as I learn to release and feel safe and steady in the postures. We've even ventured into peacock which is hard work but feels incredible. We've also covered the cleansing techniques- I poured a third of a pint of sterile saline solution through each nostril no problems. No luck with 'vaman' though- saltwater vomiting. Being sick after a few glasses of the stuff may work for an Indian Yogi but I went to university in Scotland and can drink 7 pints of cider followed by a vindaloo without vomiting and 9 piddly little glasses of weak salt water didn't do anything. Hey ho, you can't be good at everything, anyway, vaman is supposed to treat an overbalance of the kapha dosha and as I have virtually none I need to hang on to what little I do have I think.
We also had a talk by a sports psychologist called Mr Bham on the practical applications of Yoga in everyday life. It was amazing, he talked about Zen and Taoism, and how to use the mantra "So-Ham" on the inhale and exhale respectively to constantly bring yourself into the present so that your energy is not dissipated by being in the past or in another country. He told us that just as you create your body with what you eat, you create your mind with what you think. It was very inspiring.
The chanting has got more intense, building up to 40 minutes or so at a time, in sessions. We have also been doing meditations on the nadis- energy pathways, and some of the chakras. This morning when I woke up my body felt amazing, vibrant and hyper-awake. Its the day off today so a bunch of us came into town. And I must admit that after weeks of unprocessed sattvic food we went to a cake shop as everyones been hit with sugar cravings. I had a brownie with ice cream and it was divine, though I stayed off the coffee as I don't think I could handle it... I'm going to try and make the soy coffee at home, its a great way to start the day and tastes really good and is very comforting. Its strange to realize how much energy I have with no caffeine whatsoever.
Sanjeep has told us that next week we'll go up the mountain for sun salutations- I'll try and get some photos as I managed to get a camera from Maya, one of the girls here who had a spare. Sanjeep is the loveliest Yoga instuctor- he glows and is so sweet. We all coo over him in the manner of batty old ladies in Father Ted. He has this wonderful turn of phrase when he teaches ("Raise your both legs Victoriaji, and lower if you feel the more stress..."). I think he's one of the happiest people I've ever met. And so's Anand. Gandhar said to us the other day "Do any of you ever feel like shouting at Anand? No? Of course not. Because Anand thinks only peaceful thoughts.." Its true. He was telling me about the snakes that are found around here the other day as I'm fascinated by them and is going to show me the big book they have about them. They have a programme here to look after the snakes as blessings of Shiva.
Its been a lot hotter this week. I've been sleeping a bit in the afternoons and then having cold showers so I'm good for the 4.30pm practice. Theres languid little lizards sunning themselves on every wall and heat haze over the mountains. Theres always a breeze though so its perfect. And the company heres wonderful. A really nice bunch of people. My room mates are lovely, Caroline from Dublin, another Capricorn with a wicked sense of humour and eyes like a deer, Anu from Bombay, Capricorn too, who's very ladylike and kind and funny and Bee from Thailand who's a stunning Saggitarian model. And everyones focussed despite the odd sneaky bitch about wanting a frappuccino... Still, one more week. Theres now about 11 of us all heading off together for the great Bombay retox next week, we found a cheap hotel in Coloba and have a few plans for Leopolds and dancing la la... Will stop there as I must go in search of ghee sweets....

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Ashram Life

its like rehab

I am now halfway through my month at Yoga Vidya Gurukul. Its actually pretty tough. There are stages you go through in an Ashram. Firstly you are buzzing from actually being there, it all feels so different, the mountains are stunning, you spend hours in meditation, lots of Yoga practice, pure vegetarian food with no stimulants whatsoever etc. Its tiring though because from 5am to 9.30pm 6 days a week you're spoken for and its not easy when you're exhausted and want bed and still more chanting. And if you're bored or grumpy yo're out of your normal comfort zone- theres no TV, no wine, no chocolate or junk fiction to bury yourself in, you actually have to think about things you'd perhaps prefer not to. Its like that Marion Keyes book 'Rachels Holiday'. But as Gandhar pointed out, it does take some getting used to. And like anything worth doing, sometimes its a chore. And its not supposed to be easy because its the times when you have to motivate yourself to get up, join in, and participate fully that are when the real learning takes place. I've had so many experiences, so many messages at unexpected times. Like how the world and events around us can be like mirrors. How important gratitude is. You have to be strong, physically and mentally, you have to be able to change the way you think to get out of the lobster pot. And that won't happen by reading the odd self-help book, no, you have to put some elbow grease into it. After all, so many people work hard for qualifications or wealth, status etc and then assume happiness should be effort-free. Why? Its a pain getting up at 5, but when you start to feel the effects of early daily practise its a pain not to.
I thought the Yogic diet would be hard but its actually really good, a bit starchy but they seem to understand some people find it tough so they give us treats like roast semolina with banana, ghee and cane sugar which is gorgeus and 2 bowls of that for breakfast really stopped my lurid fantasies involving M and S Belgian chocolate cheesecake which has been on my mind along with chips and Heinz ketchup, Tapas, Millies Cookies muffins, iced coffee and ice cold Cava. I feel really good though, the foods all organic and the lack of coffee doesn't seem to have affected me. Gurujis wife gave us a lecture on the Ayurvedic diet and when a Vegan asked her what was a good substitute for ghee she simply shouted 'EAT GHEE' at her!!! Ha! I couldn't agree more... Apparently 2 teaspoons a day is all you need though...
Its been getting a lot hotter and we're using mosquito nets now. A four foot cobra was caught in the village the other day. It was a really pretty little thing. We're advised to take sticks when we go out walking. That made me laugh quite a bit- the thought of playing Indiana Jones if I came face to face with a cobra.
The teaching course is great- very well structured with intense study of the asanas, anatomy and physiology etc. We've been doing some teaching to small groups and learning the mantras to go with the Sun Salutations, which I LOVE. We also had out first exam last week- an asana practice holding the postures for long periods of time and being observed and scored by different external assessors. I don't want to boast because I'm much too humble and Yogic for that but I got the highest score out of 42 people....! And I've been reading about Tantra and nondualism. So its been a good two weeks. My resolve is to study more for the next two weeks and learn as much as I can. A group of us are getting together for a night out in Bombay at the end of the month- to kick back with some cold beer and spicy curry...
And I'll try and get some photos up. Nasiks an amazing place. Very different. I like the feeling of it and the people are nice. The scenery around here is out of this world. I have to get back now so will leave it there...

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White Oms and Fire Rituals

Week one of Ashram Life


Yoga Vidya Gurukal is an amazing place. For a whole week now I've had the privilege of practicing Yoga and chanting, and praying, and meditating, for hours every day. Learning from people who practice what they preach. Eating only Sattvic food and no external stimuli like TV, magazines or internet. No internal stimuli like caffeine, alcohol or garlic. Todays the 'weekly off' day after a very solid six days of practice, rising at 5am and falling into bed exhausted by 9.30, and I have been sleeping better than I have in years. The first couple of days it was freezing cold but it has warmed up greatly now and people are no longer turning up to the morning asana practice in hats and mittens (I wore fleece pyjamas over my yoga clothes, honestly it was that cold). On waking I grab a quick wash, dress, and then I walk down the path under a black star crowded sky to the dining room. We all drink hot soya coffee, made of ground up soya beans, it warms you and gives you a gentle little hit of protein before practice, its also really nice. Then its busy busy all day. Yesterday we had a wicked lecture on Dharana and Dhyana. We also do a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot of chanting. The 'Om' chanting whilst focussing on the symbol and then feeling it resonate is something else...

When you have chanted for a long time, your headstate chenges completely. A sense of detachment comes over you. Theres what I can only describe as a 'white' and clean feeling of expansion in your head. Its a very pure state of rest. I saw my mind in front of me, still for once. Sometimes I think of my mind as being like one of the daemons in 'The Golden Compass' and its a monkey with green eyes that gets its paws in everything and never rests or stops. I've started to put a lead on it before I meditate now, so it can't move too much. After a meditation session two days ago I could see that human life is like a playground in how the way we behave and interact is important, as the make believe is important to the child in the playground, but as you can read in any Yoga text, its not reliable, it changes, the players change, they come and go, so you may as well remain calm. On the Saturday evening we chanted a mantra over and over again for 45 minutes in a fire ritual to Lord Shiva. My whole being shook with the vibrations of that. And out here we are in Shiva's stomping ground. You look out of the windows and the mountains are joining in the chorus. The mountain I thought looked like a gorilla in a cloak is actually said to be the birthplace of Hanuman, the monkey god, and I can see him from my bed.
I can understand better now how the ancient monasteries in Europe must have felt. When you have a community of like minded people all praying together it does create something amazing, as an Occult Master described it, these places become 'powerhouses' of energy. I've found it tough as well though, and as I like my space and being able to go out exploring on my own I have suffered a bit of cabin fever. I went for a walk a couple of days ago down to the village. We are out quite far here and the village functions much as it would have 500 years ago. Wooden ploughs are the norm. We're also in India's winelands and there are some quite beautiful vineyards here too. The scenery is so stunning I can't describe it. Unfortunately my cameras broken so I can take no pictures though my memory cards safe with my other ones- I'll have to try and get it fixed or see if I can find another.
At the end of every day we have a meeting and the son of Guruji, who is a 34 year old named Gandhar often tells us stories. Gandhar is fantastic- handsome, funny, articulate, educated, a dedicated Yogi pretty much his whole life and he likes an audience...! So- one of Gandhars stories- 'The Smart Cow'
"Once upon a time there was a cowherd who kept a lot of cows. Now, as we know, in India the cow is a respected creature. Cows are not eaten and when they have outlived their usefulness, they are often granted 'retirement' in that they will still be looked after by the family until they shuffle off from this life to the next. The cowherd had a special affection for this cow, and she loved him too. She would follow him around as he herded the other cows.
One day, they were out in the countryside. The cowherd decided to take them in a different way to the way the way they normally went. It was a fine day, sunny, the cows were happy, the cowherd laughed and joked with his brothers who had joined them on the trip as they all walked along looking for a place to stop and eat their lunch.
Then disaster struck! The old cow, not used to the unfamiliar territory and trying to keep up with the others, stumbled. And under the grass she trod on was an old well, a very deep well. Down she fell, until she was stuck fast down the narrow walls of it, too far for them to reach her or to make any attempts at rescue. They could only hear her pitiful moos....
So, what did they do? Well, after much debate, and a few tears, it was decided that as rescue was impossible, the kindest thing to do would be to dig up a load of dirt and bury the poor creature so that she would suffocate and die quicky rather than slowly dehydrate to death, with birds picking at her. So they set to work in the heat. It was dry and uncomfortable. They could hardly see for the clouds of dust but on they went. It took all afternoonbut they filled up the entire well. Still they could barely see one another for the dust clouds.
'Well', said the cowherd, 'We did our best and it was all we could have done. How I shall miss her.' The others did their best to console him. But suddenly they heard a moo that souded familiar. They could not believe it when, as the dust cleared and they looked up, they saw the old cow standing there. Was it a miracle?
Well no, actually. You see, what the cow had done was this- every time a shovelful of dirt landed on her back she simply shook it off until it was underfoot. And again and again and again. And so the more dirt that was shovelled on her the higher she rose.
The cowherd was happy because he had his beloved cow back. The cow was happy to be out of the well. And they all lived happily ever after.
The End"

I liked that story. And he has loads!
The staff also put on an asana demonstration for us a few nights ago. Postures I have never seen in the flesh, not in Mysore, nowhere outside of Iyengars 'Light on Yoga' actually. And as Anand balanced, with his folded lotus legs behind and above his head looking oddly like angels wings, Gandhar said "The asana is not the Yoga. Look at the peace in his face. That is the Yoga". Anand is a quiet, slender, unassuming man who works very hard and has a gentle sense of humour. What I notice with Yogis is that when you are around them companionable silence is fine. Theres no need to desperately fill in the gaps. Theres such peace around him.
The school is associated with the Bihar school of Yoga, they have a lot of very interesting books and are very much interested in Tantra, which I am reading up on- not, as many people think, as a sex thing, Tantra is something quite different. It is a non profit organization and all that teach there are volunteers. For less than the cost of a months tuition in, oh, certain other places, you have all this education, nice accomodation, organic sattvic food that is good and an atmosphere which I've never felt before. A very special place. And its exciting too, the way they teach. Its not just about 'Yoga', they bring maths, history, literature into it. And they are quite candid. When Guruji was asked if attaining a state of samadhi was selfish, considering the sacrifice it requires, family responsibilties etc he replied "Selfish YES!!! Is VERY selfish!!!!".
The first couple of days the physical practice was very very gentle and I was sneaking off to do press ups as my body missed the dynamic practice of last month. However, its suddenly shot up to over 40 rounds of sun salutations every day, lots of asanas that you can really feel, holding them for a few minutes at a time too. I really needed this. I'm feeling so much more flexible as I'm not pushing myself, I'm relaxing. The chanting and meditation is relaxing my head too and so my Pascimatanasna is coming back. And I feel strong. Hamstrings better when I relax but it plays up a little. Gandhar recommends that when you hold a posture, you go to 70% of the perfect posture you are capable of as this is the way to relax and progress further and faster than if you start wih 100% because then you just start to ache and lose focus. I think thats a very good tip.

So, toady I've spent the day in Nasik Old City with Caroline my room mate and Adrianne. We went to see the beautiful old Shiva temple and watched pilgrims bathing in the sacred Godavari River. I sent out a candle prayer on the water surrounded by flowers. I prayed for forgiveness, to forgive him, and to not be angry anymore, to let the past go. Its Valentines Day today and for some reason I thought I'd be sad, but I felt very calm. Nasik is one of the four main holy cities in India. Its different here. You can wander around and not really get hassled. And everywhere you look people are smiling at you. Its a very joyful place. We went fruit shopping in the market- I needed pomengranates and chikku, my new favourite fruit- it looks like a kiwi fruit and tastes like fudge. There are statues of Shiva and Hanuman in bright orange everywhere. That reminds me actually..... when I arrived at the Ashram I wondered why all the rooms had little 'child gate' type things on the doorways. Simple answer. Cobras. Yes, the four most poisonous snakes in India are all to be found locally. Nothing to worry about though, they've only caught a few hundred of them in the past few years (!) and no students been bitten yet. And actually, if you see a cobra you're lucky because it means that Lord Shiva is near....... After a meditation the other day I had a funny experience. I was walking to my room and out of the corner of my eye I saw a Yogi in perfect cobra pose. I turned to look at him and it was one of the kitchen staff sitting eating his lunch. It was a weird moment. For a minute everything went a bit Kenneth Anger and I fully expected a young Mick Jagger to appear, skipping across the foreground in a silver boiler suit and eyeliner.... Maybe next week.......

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Vishwa Yoga Darshan

in the mountains

It turns out that my course commences late afternoon today, so we were able to come into town again, to pick up warm long johns and toilet paper. The ashram is in one of the most beautiful places I have ever ever seen. It is within the mountain range of Sahyadri and stunning. Its within the vicinity of one of the 12 most important Shiva temples in India, Lord Trimbakeshwara, and as a place to practice Yoga it is wonderful. I arrived last night, along with about 35 others, pretty much all from Europe and the UK. As we walked up the hill, Ananji, who runs the place, was chanting over a fire, eyes closed, deep in concentration as his incantation travelled upwards and the sun hung low in the darkening sky. Theres a unique, throbbingly silent feel about the place.
I'm sharing a room with two others, Caroline, an Irish girl, and Bee from Thailand. We sat around talking for a while and I got the bed with the mountain view. Its really something to wake up to. Some of them look like pyramids. One has the appearance of a hunched and looming gorilla. We had a late dinner sitting in the hall. The food is organic, vegetarian, non processed and fresh, with gingery spicy caffeine free tea and mineral water to drink. It feels clean and nourishing and tastes gorgeus. After dinner we performed 'Karma Yoga'- in the UK this is known as 'washing up'. I was in bed by 9, curled up in loads of clothes with my book. It reminds me of being at a festival like Glastonbury- hot in the day and so cold at night. I was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night so I had to wrap myself up again to go back to sleep. It was cold in the morning too, and there was no hot water so I had a cold and exhilirating bucket bath- good thing I'm a tough Northerner- and went to breakfast glowing and drank a lot of hot tea with my boiled rice and ghee. I love it here. Its like being out in the North country on a bigger scale. It suits me more than Mysore. I've got a strong sense of being in the right place at the right time. I'm looking forward to getting to know some of the people in the group better too. The course proper as I said commences at 4pm today- and as of tomorrow this will be my regime six days a week...

05:00 am Wakeup Time
05.45 am to 06.00 am Mantra Chanting
06.00 am to 06.30 am Meditcation
06:30 am to 08:30 am Yoga Practice (Asana & Pranayama)
09:00 am to 09:30 am Breakfast / Snacks
09:45 am to 10:30 am Theory lecture I
10:30 am to 11:00 am Yoga Nidra (Perfect Relaxation)
11:15 am to 12:00 pm Theory lecture II
12:15 am to 01:00 pm LUNCH
01:00 pm to 03:00 pm Resting Time (Self Study)
03:00 pm to 03:15 pm Herbal Drink
03:15 pm to 04:00 pm Karma Yoga (Seva Yoga)
04:30 pm to 06:30 pm Yoga Practice (Asana & Pranayama)
06:30 pm to 07:15 pm Free time
07.30 pm to 08:00 pm DINNER
08:30 pm to 09:15 pm Sanskrit Training / Yoga Songs (Bhajans) / Group Discussions / Question Answer sessions / Satsangs.
09.30 pm to 10:00 pm Mantra Chants
10:30 pm Bed Time

Theres some good walks around here and I asked if it was ok to go out running and they said that was fine. The airs clean here. Theres an option to go out exploring the mountains which I will certainly do. Theres space here, you can wander around without being hassled and its a relief. They also teach a lot about cleansing techniques related to Ayurveda which is something I've been thinking a lot about after the Panchakarma. Can't wait for that neti pot!

Have to stop there, the minibus is coming to take us back for lunch now, and we'll get to meet the teachers too. Its going to be so different to just a couple of hours Ashtanga a day and I wonder how this will change my practice ...

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Bombay, Bombay


sunny 28 °C

The journey yesterday was a good one- I got up at 4 to do a good Ashtanga practice before I left Mysore. I got a rickshaw to the railway station which was a beautiful journey in the early dawn. Mysore railway stetion is pretty nice, it was my first train journey in India and I couldn't find my carriage so sat in a horrible smelly one in the dark until a couple of old guys (laughing at me of course) ushered me off to the air conditioned splendour I'd actually booked. Which was nuch nicer and even had a light on- because when you travel budget in India its really budget. The carriage was quiet but for a couple of businessman, I shared my insect repellant and we talked about what its like travelling in India on your own, and they agreed that its ok, as long as you don't do anything stupid like agree to massages with rickys...! The journey to Bangalores interesting, you go past all these paddy fields and shanty type villages. lots of people up early and running off to work and school carrying their lunches and looking well turned out. It was warm on the train despite the air con. Surprisingly, the toilet on the train was cleaner and a damn sight more pleasant than anything on a British Rail train- it just goes straight down onto the railings, so no rank smelling water slopping around. When it approached Bangalore it was vile- piles of rubbish everywhere and pollution was visible in the air. Intelligently (not) I got a rickshaw for the 17km trip to the airport and arrived feeling like I'd just smoked 40 woodbines. But I love rickshaws! They're so much fun to nip around in and I really did get a good view of all the municipal buildings in Bangalore. Saying that though I don't really like Bangalore or its vibe- its manic but not that interesting to me. Anyway, I had to wait awhile before I could check in and so I unpacked my rucksack to try and repack it and make it smaller whilst drinking an iced coffee. For once I didn't have my usual audience- they entire airport was glued to the cricket on TV...
The flight to Mumbai was fantastic- Kingfisher Airlines are wonderful- like an Easyjet flight because its very cheap but you get fed and watered and films too, although I was too transfixed by the landscape to bother, I got a window seat. Started to read 'Shantaram' too as its set in Bombay.
When we got in I was amazed- I was off the plane, had my rucksack- and was escorted to a cab by a security guard who carried it for me and told the taxi driver he'd recorded his registration number and knew where I was supposed to be going and made lots of notes about it- all within 10 minutes...! I'd been steeling myself for the confusion of Bangalore but 8it all flowed like clockwork. There was a long a long ride to my budget hotel, the New Bengal, which was clean and comfortable, and I was amazed...

Bombay is without a doubt the most beautiful city I have ever seen. Take Barcelona, take Florence, Cape Town and Amsterdam all together and they are not a tenth as stunning. The air was damp and cool and the colours glowed as if Cezanne had painted the whole thing. The ground buzzes. I felt excited just being there.... The whole city is on the hugest scale and far far far bigger than London- taxi rides can take forever. It was a relief to be in cool fresh air again- the sky was darkening. Theres a kind of Parisian post-coital glamour to the place.The architecture you can get lost in. Scottish Baronial cam classical cum Moslem cum Gothic - you walk down shaded Romanesque cloisters to gaze up at colleges with fantasy rooves surrounded by trees as old as the buildings. The whole place vibrates. I felt ridiculously excited just being there. Theres a darkness there unlike Mysore. Mysore is like the simple individual who pays its respects and does its duty whereas Bombay feels like its rebellious smoking, drinking, erotically charged drop out of an older sibling. I couldn't wait to be out in it....
So I showered, got dressed- finally cool enough to wear jeans, heels, and a scarlet heavy cotton wrap and jewellery. Feeling suitably attired I headed for Leopolds, the bar where a lot of scenes in 'Shantaram' are set. I got a taxi there with a nice guy in a beanie hat who had incense burning under his picture of Krishna and I couldn't stop going on about how beautiful I thought the city was, so he drove slowly and pointed out the landmarks.. Leopolds was good- busy, touristy, lots of mirrors. I was hoping to meet a gay Jewish heroin dealer who I could have a cynical nihilistic jaded chat with, but that, alas, didn't happen, so I made do with having a beer with a couple of Irish girls fresh out of volunteer work in Tibet. It was a good night and I slept like a baby.
This morning I woke up and again couldn't wait to be out in it again. So I did 20 minutes of practice, showered, dressed and was out taking photos of buildings by 8.30am. Took myself for a walk to the Gateway of India which was covered in scaffolding although there was a romantic mist over the sunlit morning of the Arabian sea. Then I went to the Taj hotel for a coffee and a croissant, looked at all the people breakfasting in their Lacoste t shirts, squash rackets next to them etc, and looked out to the central courtyard through the window which looks exactly as I'd imagine Heaven. Went to the ladies room and was handed fresh towels and some lady that lunched admired my Chanel lipstick. I smiled and was so glad I ended up not giving it to Scott for Christmas after all, he got the potato masher, (when it comes to Chanel, Vairagya disappears into thin air) sorry hon, if you're reading this...!
I must return one day.
The train station at Lokmunyatila was good - I sat in the ladies waiting room and there was a bitch fight! Slaps and shouting! So I did the Indian thing and stared and stared and stared whilst eating my grapes, exchanging shocked glances with the old ladies there.. The train to Nasik was fun- air conditioned and a good journey. I read and looked out the window. Simone and Tracey texted me to see where I was and I read more. So great the way Indian train tickets state your age. Never fails to stimulate debate on what exactly you are doing, unmarried and wandering Asia on your own.... honestly, sometimes being here feels like I'm appearing on trisha. Theres nowhere a conversation won't go it seems....
Got to Nasik, argued with about 10 rickshaw drivers until I managed to get a taxi into town. Nasiks another different vibe, lots of garden suburbs, lots of Miami stle art deco '30;s buildings. Its ok. There now, waiting to go the 25 kms to the ashram. This will be my last entry for a few days as no outside world there... I hope I cope with being in the same place for so long. Think I'll miss the rickshaws more than anything...

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