In India, while we visited Rishikesh - a small city that straddles the Ganges river along the foothills of the Himalayas - we met an American named Steve (if you've read my India journal, I've mentioned him before).
We met him on the train and ended up visiting him at the ashram in which he stayed, called the Phool Chatti Ashram. He returns here every year to this ashram, and has done so for the last fifteen years, in search of enlightenment and inner peace.
If anyone happens to notice how plump I look in India, I just want to say we stuffed ourselves silly all day long, every day. The food was heavenly and it's considered rude not to eat (yeah. Right.)
Friday, February 23, 2007
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