Day 3: Enlightenment thwarted by womanhood

I make my way 9 hours north to Rishikesh. It’s a hippie’s paradise. You can learn yoga, renew your chakras, or get your aura inspected. It’s where the Beatles spent 9 months getting high with the Maharishi and writing the White Album. (the exact location of that Indian tryst is now home to beggars, stray […]

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Day 2: I regret not eating more raisins.

I stepped on one of the many scales on the sidewalks of Delhi put out by a beggar to make a quick rupee (2 cents US). I figured I should see how many kilos all this eating of foreign delights had put on me. Immediately, I was stuck in a swarm of curious men, women […]

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Day 1: I am Bruce Willis. With more hair.

I met a boy! A man. It wasn’t love at first sight, but after 11 hours together, it was surely love.Two tourists with nothing to do but see, we met early on a scorched Indian day and decided to tour Delhi together. Why not? What is so fun about seeing a Mughal tomb alone? It’s […]

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Holy Cows! I’m in India.

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Mamma say mamma sah ma ma koo sah

It was a regular Indian morning just 2 hours ago when I finished my meditations and got out of bed. During this journey, I have become a voracious watcher of world news. I have been following the Iran election like it’s a story about my grandmother. Every time I delve deeper, I am more ashamed […]

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