We had to go back down the hill because of expensive on-season hotels in Ninetails, so we decided to surprise the girls who were in Rishikesh. Rishikesh was one of the first places I ever went travelling.
India is the only place you would spend eight hours on a bus to surprise someone.
We arrived, and evaded the girls using cleverly cut newspapers. We got caught soon.
Rishikesh, despite cockroach problems is the perfect place to relax in an ashram or a cafe with an Isreli or two.
We went white water rafting this time. At one point the man stood up, swore, and began to panic, before guiding us onto a wave the size of a room. The squealing Albanian lass didn't help the matter. But the Ganga river was lovely and cool. Mmmm.
On the way out of Rishikesh, on the "deluxe" bus that I had paid Rs. 200 for, the conductor made all the foreigners wait a few metres away while he got all the Indian locals and their bags safely on the bus, then charged all the foreigners Rs. 20 "baggage charge" which he pocketed. He proceeded to cram 6 people onto the back seat designed for 5.
Saying goodbye to Rishikesh, with my bag and things, I was watching the shadow of a tree waving oabout on the water, and I suddenly became quite nervous about going home.
Troubling.
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