Again, 5 months late, but better late then never!
I left off in Rishikesh after I went on my little Hyena hunt in the Himalayan jungle (I just like the way that sounds). Came back hot, sweaty, covered in mud and tired but so worth it! Chilled out for a while, and then me and Julia walked down to the little patio area I hung out in last night to see if anyone was there and Yuki (Kuwaiti born, half Japanese, raised in Holland) and Oded (Israeli) from last night were hanging out with the German girls and they had beer....well actually the Nepali guys working at our hotel went out of town (alcohol is illegal in Rishikesh because it's holy) and brought us back a case of beer! Soon some more Israeli's and an English guy named Chris (all of them who had been riding motorcycles across India together) showed up and then it was a party, where Julia led us all in Yoga at 1am. Some of my favorite parts of traveling are the people you meet along the way and this was a good group.
The next morning while having coffee, Yuki told me the Israeli's had all left and it was just him and Chris and they were going to walk to a waterfall you could swim in and would Julia and I like to come? Hell yeah! So the four of us set off, walking up the side of a mountain road, until we got to stairs that literally came out of the side of the mountain. We started climbing. It was HOT and a long walk, I imagine the great wall of China to be this way. At one point the stairs crumbled to nothing, my flip flops fell off, and if Yuki and Chris hadn't been there most likely I would have fallen and broken a leg. Just when it got to the point where I thought I might pass out from heat and over exurting my body, the stairs ended and I was faced with a giant waterfall off the side of the himalayan mountains running into a pool below. I turned around and saw gorgeous mountain views with tropical vegetation and couldn't believe where I was. There was no one there so I felt completely comfortable stripping to my bikini and jumping in the pool. We swam around for hours, smoked a little......courtesy of Yuki and had the most magical time.
Time to climb down the stairs!! It wasn't so bad on the way down, but of course once we got to the road, in true Indian fashion, a bulldozer decided to come and break apart the whole road completely blocking us from getting back to our town. So we waited for him to throw some boulders around for about half an hour till they made a "path" for us....I almost broke down into panic mode. Our "path" was a gravely stretch literally on the side of the cliff. One slip, or one part of road giving way, and we were done for. Clearly however, we made it! Back to town, and then chill night on the roof next to what they called mine and Jules's "penthouse" because we were on the roof of the hotel, and there was a roof chillout lounge with a swing and chairs and stuff.
The next day (our last day) it was my inner music geek taking over, and Julia, the German girls and I went off to find the Maharishi Yogi's closed down ashram where the Beatles stayed in the 60's and wrote most of the White Album. We walked for hours trying to find this place, but it was a beautiful walk, and when we finally did it was worth it. It was set back in the jungle and even though it was closed and run down it was just breathtakingly beautiful and I can see how they got so much inspiration from this place. Eventually made it back to the hotel, where the rest of the motorcycle crew had showed up from being run down somewhere in Kashmir for days. There were two Australian's (Tom and Rob) and....a Cuban (Alberto) ! I never met a Cuban traveler before and neither did he (although I'm not actually from there, obviously only my mother is) so we became instant friends. We became even more friends when him and Tom rode their motorcycles out of town and came back with two bottles of vodka, whiskey, rum, wine and a case of beer. Yes, that was a crazy night. Even the hindu's and Nepali's running our guesthouse who aren't supposed to drink joined our party on the roof, and as me and Julia were leaving at 430am to catch a train in the morning it was our sendoff party as we all became pretty tight in that short period of time.
430 am. I don't think anyone slept where they were supposed to, people on the roof, people in empty guestrooms, and I barely made it up to find Julia, but we had a 9 hour train to Agra to see the Taj Mahal and then a 2 hour train to Delhi where we would catch a 730am flight the next morning to Muscat, Oman. I definitely came on vacation to have fun, but this was almost too much for me. I was beyond hungover and the train was hellish. Two guys in our train compartment, loud and fussy as hell, no sleep, hot, dirty, yuck.
Made it to Agra. I have to thank the Commonwealth games for shutting the roads down that day so me and Julia were forced to take a bicycle rickshaw from some poor guy for 10km to get to the taj. I felt like the scum of humanity having this guy drive us. He was clearly exhausted because the ride was too long for him and as much poverty as you see in India, even though you get desensitized to some, at least for me, some things just haunt me and this was one of them. Well....as out train was two hours late, and it took this guy an hour to drive us, we got to the taj too late and it was closed. We both cried. We laughed about how ridiculous it was, how everyone back in Rishikesh-which we were really depressed to leave-told us to stay and we said we couldn't, and we just traveled in hell to see something that we now couldn't see. That is India for you! We made the best of it and went to a rooftop restaurant and had dinner overlooking the Taj so we DID get to see it, just not how we wanted to.
Waiting in Agra train station for two hours for our train....made us miss Rishikesh more. Child beggars kill me, child beggars with missing limbs kill me more, and when they pull on my arms and legs for hours, relentlessly and I keep saying no because it's what you are told to do, it makes me wonder what kind of a person I am that I can't give these kids something. So, I caved and I went to go buy them food, and suddenly there were like 20 more and they all started fighting so I spent every last penny I had on me on food for them, not thinking I would need that when I got to Delhi for a cab to our hotel. Julia luckily had 370 ruppees on her so we were able after MUCH negotiating to find a cab who would drive us to our hotel for that. Delhi train station is HELL especially if you are white and ESPECIALLY if you are a woman. Everyone grabs you, shouts at you, pushes other people out of the way to try and get you to go with them, grabs your bags, your purse, it's scary at first, but this time we were hot, tired, pissed off and just yelled at everyone who tried to bother us and actually worked out in our favor, they started backing off and we found a good driver.
I left off in Rishikesh after I went on my little Hyena hunt in the Himalayan jungle (I just like the way that sounds). Came back hot, sweaty, covered in mud and tired but so worth it! Chilled out for a while, and then me and Julia walked down to the little patio area I hung out in last night to see if anyone was there and Yuki (Kuwaiti born, half Japanese, raised in Holland) and Oded (Israeli) from last night were hanging out with the German girls and they had beer....well actually the Nepali guys working at our hotel went out of town (alcohol is illegal in Rishikesh because it's holy) and brought us back a case of beer! Soon some more Israeli's and an English guy named Chris (all of them who had been riding motorcycles across India together) showed up and then it was a party, where Julia led us all in Yoga at 1am. Some of my favorite parts of traveling are the people you meet along the way and this was a good group.
The next morning while having coffee, Yuki told me the Israeli's had all left and it was just him and Chris and they were going to walk to a waterfall you could swim in and would Julia and I like to come? Hell yeah! So the four of us set off, walking up the side of a mountain road, until we got to stairs that literally came out of the side of the mountain. We started climbing. It was HOT and a long walk, I imagine the great wall of China to be this way. At one point the stairs crumbled to nothing, my flip flops fell off, and if Yuki and Chris hadn't been there most likely I would have fallen and broken a leg. Just when it got to the point where I thought I might pass out from heat and over exurting my body, the stairs ended and I was faced with a giant waterfall off the side of the himalayan mountains running into a pool below. I turned around and saw gorgeous mountain views with tropical vegetation and couldn't believe where I was. There was no one there so I felt completely comfortable stripping to my bikini and jumping in the pool. We swam around for hours, smoked a little......courtesy of Yuki and had the most magical time.
Time to climb down the stairs!! It wasn't so bad on the way down, but of course once we got to the road, in true Indian fashion, a bulldozer decided to come and break apart the whole road completely blocking us from getting back to our town. So we waited for him to throw some boulders around for about half an hour till they made a "path" for us....I almost broke down into panic mode. Our "path" was a gravely stretch literally on the side of the cliff. One slip, or one part of road giving way, and we were done for. Clearly however, we made it! Back to town, and then chill night on the roof next to what they called mine and Jules's "penthouse" because we were on the roof of the hotel, and there was a roof chillout lounge with a swing and chairs and stuff.
The next day (our last day) it was my inner music geek taking over, and Julia, the German girls and I went off to find the Maharishi Yogi's closed down ashram where the Beatles stayed in the 60's and wrote most of the White Album. We walked for hours trying to find this place, but it was a beautiful walk, and when we finally did it was worth it. It was set back in the jungle and even though it was closed and run down it was just breathtakingly beautiful and I can see how they got so much inspiration from this place. Eventually made it back to the hotel, where the rest of the motorcycle crew had showed up from being run down somewhere in Kashmir for days. There were two Australian's (Tom and Rob) and....a Cuban (Alberto) ! I never met a Cuban traveler before and neither did he (although I'm not actually from there, obviously only my mother is) so we became instant friends. We became even more friends when him and Tom rode their motorcycles out of town and came back with two bottles of vodka, whiskey, rum, wine and a case of beer. Yes, that was a crazy night. Even the hindu's and Nepali's running our guesthouse who aren't supposed to drink joined our party on the roof, and as me and Julia were leaving at 430am to catch a train in the morning it was our sendoff party as we all became pretty tight in that short period of time.
430 am. I don't think anyone slept where they were supposed to, people on the roof, people in empty guestrooms, and I barely made it up to find Julia, but we had a 9 hour train to Agra to see the Taj Mahal and then a 2 hour train to Delhi where we would catch a 730am flight the next morning to Muscat, Oman. I definitely came on vacation to have fun, but this was almost too much for me. I was beyond hungover and the train was hellish. Two guys in our train compartment, loud and fussy as hell, no sleep, hot, dirty, yuck.
Made it to Agra. I have to thank the Commonwealth games for shutting the roads down that day so me and Julia were forced to take a bicycle rickshaw from some poor guy for 10km to get to the taj. I felt like the scum of humanity having this guy drive us. He was clearly exhausted because the ride was too long for him and as much poverty as you see in India, even though you get desensitized to some, at least for me, some things just haunt me and this was one of them. Well....as out train was two hours late, and it took this guy an hour to drive us, we got to the taj too late and it was closed. We both cried. We laughed about how ridiculous it was, how everyone back in Rishikesh-which we were really depressed to leave-told us to stay and we said we couldn't, and we just traveled in hell to see something that we now couldn't see. That is India for you! We made the best of it and went to a rooftop restaurant and had dinner overlooking the Taj so we DID get to see it, just not how we wanted to.
Waiting in Agra train station for two hours for our train....made us miss Rishikesh more. Child beggars kill me, child beggars with missing limbs kill me more, and when they pull on my arms and legs for hours, relentlessly and I keep saying no because it's what you are told to do, it makes me wonder what kind of a person I am that I can't give these kids something. So, I caved and I went to go buy them food, and suddenly there were like 20 more and they all started fighting so I spent every last penny I had on me on food for them, not thinking I would need that when I got to Delhi for a cab to our hotel. Julia luckily had 370 ruppees on her so we were able after MUCH negotiating to find a cab who would drive us to our hotel for that. Delhi train station is HELL especially if you are white and ESPECIALLY if you are a woman. Everyone grabs you, shouts at you, pushes other people out of the way to try and get you to go with them, grabs your bags, your purse, it's scary at first, but this time we were hot, tired, pissed off and just yelled at everyone who tried to bother us and actually worked out in our favor, they started backing off and we found a good driver.
