Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Rishikesh

I'm in Rishikesh now, a bit by accident. I've been trying to get to Yamnotri, the source of the Yamuna River, with no luck. Normally, in summer, there are tone of busses there, on account of it being part of the Char Dam and a holy pilgrimage site. But it's the off season.

Rishikesh is on the baks of the Ganges, and is the purported Yoga capital of the world. There are more westerners (and east Asian) tourists than I've seen anywhere else, but there are a lot of Indian tourists as well. It's a religious town, full of pilgrims, temples, and ashrams. I may stay here for a while and try to learn about people's relationship with the Ganga. I'm staying in an ashram. It's something else, I tell you.

2 Comments:

At December 10, 2007 at 9:11 PM , Blogger Unknown said...

The quality of the drawing photos are great--keep it up! I'm sure you're grateful to have this record of your trip.

Safe and happy travels.
Amy

 
At December 10, 2007 at 11:19 PM , Blogger David Coy said...

to Hanna

This is just to say
how little news
is found in poetry.

You leave the banks
of the Ganges, go
to your ashram, try

to learn what people know
of the Ganga.
Meanwhile, I

eat oranges in Arizona
(sweet) and think of snow
in Wyoming and of our Nile,

how in the sphere
circled by the sun
all that we know

is measured, including time.
You’re in your orient.
Nile’s home. I’m here.

What else to say
but “When December comes
can we be far from May?”


love Dad

 

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