(2005) With Paul and Matt, I headed north of Rishikesh next, to Manali.

We ended up on a mail bus crammed with people. The bus rolled up mountain switchbacks in perpetual second gear, lolling sharply left to right every few moments. Sleep was impossible, as you had to hold on to keep from being flung about. Matt got totally sick and puked a few times. Paul and I struggled.

Nearing around 4am, the bus began to empty. The switchbacks became less intense, and we managed to get bits of sleep. And then the sun began to rise and the bus slowed and we pulled in to a terminal. We grabbed our gear and started to walk.

The town was still alseep, nestled in a valley with forested mountains on all sides. Marijuna plants growing wild as weeds everywhere.

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(2005) Once upon a time, I found myself in Rishikesh, in the foothills of the Himalaya, and a center of yoga, supposedly. Meh...

I did the newbie thing by signing on for a stay inside a temple: for a set price, we got spartan lodging, simple meals, morning yoga and meditation lessions, and strict curfews.

Well, that shit just was't doing it for me, after a while, so I hit the streets to look for leads.

While trying to sniff out some action, I was rushed by a cow and saved from a goring by a sadhu in orange. Stading behind him were Paul and Matt, a pair of Brits. We began walking together, and by the end of the day, I had found my travelling mates for the next portion of my journey. Out of the temple and into the world..

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