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i have been in pushkar for about two weeks now. Pushkar is in rhajastan which is desert but there is a lot of greenery with trees and fields, sort of a ben gurion dream come true.
Pushkar is not a large city and most of te tourism is around the main market- a narrow road with many shops and restaurants.
pushkar is another holy city or as one policeman put it : "pushkar is TOPPPPPP holy place" it has a small lake which supposedly is shiva's tear and it is also the place where the world was created and yet it does not have to much of a religious atmosphere.
last week the ashes of a big baba who dies last year were scattered in the lake and thousands came to pay their respect so the Ghats were packed and it was a real site to see.
this thursday there was a kite festival, all over india people have been practicing flying their kites for at least two months, the kites are cheap and cost a few ruppees so they buy many as the object of the game is to cut the other persons line and make him lose his kite. The whole town got on top of their rooftops played loud music and hundreds of kites went up in the air all day long, i don't think that any photo can show what it was like, so i will only say it was amazing.
I have gone out on a motorcycle a couple of times for drives around pushkar, as you leave town you drive through fields and small villages with straw huts and camals pulling wagons. we made a small fire and cooked some coffee and watched the view. at one place they had just finished picking fresh carrots from the field and were busy washing them on the road side- they offered us a few. Indian carrots are not so orange, they tend to have a red color but they were real sweet and crunchy.Who ever thought i would eat a fresh carrot?
in the market there is a small shop which has the best muesli with curd and fresh fruit followed by freshly squeezed juice.
Pushkar also has amazing sunsets, everyone gathers towards sunset at one particular ghat facing the sun and has a cup of chai in clay cups . the colors are amazing and i must have dozens of sunset pictures by now. The other day i was sitting and and a cow was behind me- i thought tp myself perhaps i should move, as cows have a tendency to crap everywhere but i decided i was far enough. Yes- you guessed right and i was wrong- i was not far enough i suddenly heard a splat and then omething wet and warm hit my neck, I'd been hit by flying richochetes, the smell was terrible and i ran off to my room for a boiling shower.
Imust have the crapiest bed in india, it creeks and has a hole in the middle.I wake up early each morning with the sun in my eye, the other day i woke up so early i decided to go up to the rooftop of our 4 story guest house and watch the sunrise wrapped in my shawl, it was great until one of the workers came to say hello,not a minute of silence in india.
we spend the evenings around a camp fire as it gets cold at night. we play silly gams around the fire or just gaze at the flames for hours till the smoke forces us to change places or head for bed.
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It's taken me a while to realise that i cannot keepup the pace with the internet because it doesn't always work and by the time i reach it so many things happen i don't know where to start. so, i have decided that i will buy a notebook and from now on it will be mumbo jumbo according to comes to mind in no particular order.
Up to a few days ago i was in varanasi. Varanasi is india in your face, the people are tough it is non stop noise, color, filth and lots of people pushing and shoving, even delhi was not this rough to me.
The smell is undescribable, smoke rises from manikarnika ghat ( burning ghat)ehre bodies are cremated 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. The smoke seems to disappear in day time but this is only because of the gray pollution and wintery sky, but at night the spotlights light up the ghat and the smoke is visible from our rooftop and i pray that it will not blow our way for the stench sticks to everything.
I decided to leave rishikeshfor varanasi after avishy came back from his vipassana, a 10 day meditating retreat where silence is mandatory. Also chooni and dawn left for nainital and i was on my own for the first time on this trip. As it turns out there is no "alone" in india a land of a billion people. walking down the east bank of luxmanjulah i heard my name called out from a balcony. Hagar, a girl i met on the flight to delhi had recognised me and called out. this was the second time i had run into her in india and after giving me directions to my guest house we said we would meet later- this can mean in an hour or a week in india. I found her after a couple of hours sitting at the "green dhaba" opposite the "share jeep" station. this dhabas main features are dark green filthy walls a great thali and wonderful chai in small glasses.i almost forgot the small roaches roaming the floors. I spent a week with these guys and after avishy ran to chooni after his vipassana i decided it was about time i did myown thing and so when hagar and liraz decided to go to varanasi via delhi i joined in the party.
In delhi hagarand i went tothe train station to buy tickets. at the enquiry counter we were told to go to the tourist information, a guy pointed in the direction of a large sign across the street where we were told all the seats were booked for three days. We went backto inform liraz as she had limited time in india and a couple of hours later liraz went with me to inquire about tickets to pushkar. It took about 40 minutes for us to realise we were at the wrong place all along and finally the guys told us to go to the train station where on the first floor there is a booking office for tourists. In this office they send you from one clerk to the next, the guy issuing the tickets will not answer questions about trains, he will only help if youhave the train number and your passport. of course i didn't have hagar's passport so we headed back to main bazar to look for her-in the end we got tickets for the very next day but it was very tiring and a good indian beuracracy experience.
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so as i was saying the rain caught up with us on the way down but luckily for us it did not become very stong till we got back to the guest house.
I forgot to mention that the previous evening the maneger told us we would have to clear out the room as it was booked in advance and that if we wished to stay we would have to stay in the dorm along with another couple of indians.
as we had no better place to stay we agreed, arriving at the g.h we saw the group of indian tourists had arrived- (there is alot of inner hindi tourism in india). it appeared we would have to share the room not with 2 people but with 6. we sat around and chatted with them, when night came i realised this would be the real challange- falling asleep with 6 snoring, farting, belching indians. falling asleep was fine but i awoke at 2 a.m and couldn't sleep again for 40 minutes with all the noise...
in the morning we packed up, climbed abaord a local bus and started our way back to rishikesh,the ride was o.k. we bounced along and about 17 k.m from rishikesh (about an hours drive in india) i gave a sigh of relief for almost reaching our destination, so of course our bus broke down!
the conducter/mechanic started working and fixed the problem and we got going again.but 7 k.m to go the bus broke down again with rishikesh in site down the river. It seemed there was a problem with the fuel , they stopped a truck and pumped some fuel into our bus,just enough to get to town. as soon as i could i escaped and went looking for a guest house.
i am now staying at a a place called the "gangotri palace" i have a small room with a balcony which has no view but at least i have a place to dry my laundry.
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i haven't written in a long time because the internet here in rishikesh is so slow. but i wil tell you first about ukimath and then i will go back to rishikesh.
after about a week and a half here in rishikesh our little group has split up, eeryone going their own way. i joined up with a girl named ily, her friend bailed out on our adventure in the last minute. we took a local bus ( the reason for it being called local is because in hebrew it translates into autobus lo kal li) from rishikesh to a town calles rudraprayag and from there to ukimath, a little town near the himalayas that doesn't see many israelis even in high season.
the bus stopped in the town square , we had no idea where to go, the shop keepers tried to convince us to take a room in their guest houses, small dark smelly rooms. we refused as we had the name of a guest house which turned out to be outside the town, about 10 minutes walk down the hill. this is a government run guest house (gmvn) and i was sure it would be very run down, i was very surprised to find that it was well maintained and the hut we got was one of the best i have stayed in in india. there is nothing to do in ukimath so we sat with the workers afret dinner of rice and dal around a small fire which was fueled on wood and some dried up cow dung. by the end of the evenng we were smelling of shit- what can you do the mountain areas are cold and the room isn't heated.
The manager aranged a guide and car for the next day. we woke up to cold weather and a hot cup of chai, and hopped in the car for a 30 km drive to a village called chopta. there we got a thermos of chai and cookies and started up the mountain, the driver also tagged along at no extra charge to us so i couldn't figure out why he came.
it's a 5 km climb up the mountain on the way you reach a point called thunga nhat, a small temple. the weather was freezing and as a matter of fact in the morning the guide said we couldn't go due to snow fall, but he was wrong there was no snow only alot of frost and ice on the way up.
I don't know why but i guess i am just not supposed to see beautiful peaks on this trip as the himalyas were once again covered with clouds.
the top peak we reached is called thunga silat. a little temple with bells .it was called but beatiful the clouds were forming around us and the guide wanted to leave, i guess he was afraid of snow fall or maybe he just felt like getting back.
the next day we went to dooria tal. it is a little lake on top of a mountain.
we had two options of getting there
1. walking both ways 8 km each way up the mountain
2.taking a share jeep to a town called mastura then hiking to sari and up the mountain to the lake.
the manager convinced us the second option was better as the walk up the mountain was very hard.
we started the walk to ukimath in the morning when our guide informed us there wqas no jeep today so we would have to walk to mastura. little did we know that in itself is a 9 km walk. we did 6 km of the 8 and then i forced the guide to stop a truck as i wanted to get up the mountain with no clouds. he thought no one would stop for us- he was wrong a big "tata" truck stopped and took us all the way to mastura. we started walking to sari- maybe a 2 km walk and then up the mountain, 2.5 km of a very steep hill. on the way we were joined by the guy who owns the chai shop at the top, he must have known he could make a buck up top.
as i climb much faster then ily i mananged to stop on the way in a little temple where a baba was praying, i gave him a couple of ruppis hoping maybe the gods would be on my side and the hot weather would last all day. i got an orange and a yellow tikka on my head as thanks for my contribution but the gods did not heed my call and ity got cold just as soon as i got to the lake,huge grey clouds came overhead and in minutes i was freezing after having climbed in short sleeves and sweating. i took some pictures had some noodles and we started our way back, this time going through the route our manager said was dangerous to climb but not to go down. finally there was no real path and we chose our own and i felt i was in real nature. it was quiet and beautiful walking through the trees and ferns.The rain caught up up with us about two km's from ukimath.
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we took the local bus to bhuntar. We left the hotel at 5:30 in the morning for the six o'clock bus. It is called a local bus because it's used mostly by locals. we were told it was a good bus and as there are no tourist buses at the end of the season we had no choice.
the bus seats two or three to a bench,made for very thin indians. We squeezed into our seat and even i couldn't fit my knees into space- no more complaints on airplanes.The second reason it is called a local bus is because it stops at every posible stop. a stop is anywhere a person raises his/her hand and so we had made about a thousand stops on our way to bhuntar- a 10 hour trip.
At bhuntar we climbed aboard another bus. this time we got ontop of the roof,only problem being that we forgot how very cold it got in the mountains and so we had an hour and half of cold on the way. we got to the "baba's place" a holy tree where a baba lives. we walked to the guest house with last light crossing the river on a small wooden bridge and were informed that since the cook has gone to goa along with all the staff due to the fact that the season in kasol was over we would have to cook our own meals...
we got our choice of rooms and even a heater for one room. The owner named tekchan brought dal and rice from his house.
we spent the days not doing much more then reading, playing cards and cooking hich took up alot of our time. luckily we were also food by the family.
The area is amazing, it's green and full of rivers, you can hear the water rushing even from your bed and at night there is a beautiful star filled night.
But it was getting cold and we had to head for delhi so that's what we did. We made our way back to bhuntar, this time in the bus and not on it. Bhuntar is an ugly place, it would probably not be on the map if not for the small airport situated right in the center of town- eilat has nothing to worry about it is much worse in bhuntar.
we got to delhi after what seemed to me to be a very long trip as the rice and dal took their toll...
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any way, the dancing lasted for hours and we got tired of waiting for the second part of the ceramony to begin so we used the fact that avishy wasn't feeling well to make our escape. we found a taxi with karu's help to take us back to bhagsu.
The following day the party was held in mclode, we were sort of tired of the whole ordeal but in order not to insult anyone i dragged everyone to the party. things were exactley the same. food on the floor, the same band and alot of whiskey.
we decided to skip the last two days of the wedding although we were invited time and time again.
chooni and myself went down to Dharamsala the other day. there are a couple of ways to do this, you can walk or you can take a bus or you can go down to a spot where large jeeps stand in a row, when one gets filled up it goes and then next one and so on. we decided to try the jeep.
The jeep has three rows of seats, in each row they seat 4 people including the front seat,this means that the driver must sometimes sit on his side or on the passenger next to him.We sat in the back row, i put chooni next to the window so that we wouldn't have an indian sitting on her lap. the road curves down the mountain and every little pothole sends you flying to the ceiling knocking your head.
There is not much to do in Dharmsala apart from a market called the Kotwali bazzar. an area filled with shops and bakeries and little dhabas. We went into virtually every store and drove every body nuts, i can even tell you the price of a 27" tv. we tasted some wonderful cookies not to be found up in bhagsu and bought a bag for the evening.
for lunch we found what we called a "tibeten Dhaba", a small place with 4 tables a light bulb and a curtain for a door selling only 2 dishes. as we had no other choice we ordered some chowmein which turned out to be very good.
we also visited the local art museum and i will only add that you may skip it if you ever get to dharamsala.
on the way back to the jeep stand we found a small dhaba selling mutton kabab and we decided to try the next day.
the next day we came back with avishy. as always there are things you can only witness in india- if you don't like disgusting things skip this paragraph!!!!
any way as we were walking down the street we see a couple of dogs- only problem is they are attached to each other. no, they were not siamese dogs. one had his hind leg stuck up the other dog's ass, and i mean way up there and they couldn't get loose- don't ask me how the hell they got this way but i decided i couldn't watch for long. later we saw the dogs separated,god only knows who helped them.
I think i have broken a record. for some reason every time i order something at a restaurant something goes wrong. either they bring me the wrong order or they do not have what i asked for. The other night i ordered some dal and rice, a couple of minutes had gone by and the waiter came back and announced they were out of rice!
india? out of rice? what is going on here? i think they may have something against me.
tomorrow we are leaving for kasol, actually to a near by village called chalal. I am happy to go. i love this place but i would like to see more. Diwali is in a couple of days and fire crackers are going off every now and again. these are no small firecrackers, these things are like bombs going off and i find myself jumping and ducking all the time.
i hope kasol won't be to loud...
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We got to lower dharamsala, nothing beautiful, more or less a dusty road, the grooms party waited outside until everyone arrived and then the groom was taken in the palaquin to the the house at the bottom of a hill. the grooms family sat at the top balcony (the roof of the house), in the center there was a table with all sorts of sweets and cookies which were served along with chai (tea with milk). As we had no idea when or where the actual ceramony took place i started to interrogate the guy next to me who gave me answers i did not trust. After awhile we went down to the lower porch, this is where the "chuppa " was, it actually looks alot like a chuppa but all shiny indian style, I was seated under one of the poles of the chuppa which felt very strange since i am not part of the family.
Under the chuppa sat the father of the bride, the groom and wife and a priest. the priest leads the ceramony by telling the father of the bride what to do, basically they say all sorts of mantras and make all kinds of offerings with water, rice, incense and other things i could not identify. on the whole it was very diffcult to understand what was going on because nobody spoke to us and whoever did didn't have great english skills. I managed to understand the ceremony was divided into parts, the first which we were watching was not the actual wedding, that took place after the food and dancing and consists of a ceramony in which the groom and wife walk around fire and god knows what else. At the end of part one we went upstairs again, here the festivities had already begun while the ceremony was taking place. the men were drunk on whiskey and the band was playing.
When food is served it is again on long mats set in rows. I went to eat and happily enough this time the food was not spicy and i managed to finish off evreything. The men danced on the balcony, throwing money to the band to keep them going, this goes on for hours and eventually we got tired .
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This week has been spent at long hours at a hindi wedding. Karu's brother in law got married at the age of 30 (so guys there is no rush) and the celebrations lasted all week. On friday night we were invited to karu's wife's house in Mclode gung. we were seated in one of the rooms of the house which is made up of at least 3 buildings - i guess sort of like with the arabs it serves the whole extended family. All the rooms face the central courtyard which makes no sense to me as it is so cold here in winter.
Whiskey was poured non stop, the indians dillute it with water- it tastes like crap anyway. but since we do not drink tap water we had no choice but to drink it "neat". needless to say we could not afford to offend our hosts and had to drink along. There were mostly men at the party, outside an old cassette deck was blaring with indian music.
Karu promised us therte would be food so we did not eat dinner, we were served one main plate with some mutton (for the crowd) which was devoured very quickly by all. after this dancing started outside and only very late in the evening some rice and a curried sauce were served. suddenly karu said we are going and so we left without a minutes notice.
The next day we were invited again (i guess he likes us). everything was the same but now the courtyard was decorated with lights.and an an awning. drinking commenced,again we did not bring any mineral water and had to dring "neat" whiskey. towards the end of the evening dinner was served,only the problem was we had learned our lesson and eaten beforehand- fatal mistake.
dinner was served on the ground- long rolls of material were spread on the floor,there is some order to who eats first but unfortunatly all explenations of the ceremonies is limited due to poor english on their part.
we sat in two rows facing each other, every diner gets a big leaf on which a guy puts rice and then different sauces, some curry with potatos, some spinach and other unidentified stuff. the food was very spicy and we could not finish it, karu kept urging me on,other people had to eat and they were waiting for us to get up. At the end of the meal you are supposed to fold up the leaf,avishy didn't finish everything and some was spilled on the floor when they picked it up. We were very embaressed and thought they were very offended that we had not finished the food.
The next day we were sure we would not be invited,ceremonies begin in the morning and the wedding itself was supposed to take place in lower Dharamsala. All day we didn't see or meet karu and we were sure we would miss the wedding, finally we decided to call him. We went up to the lobby and called him on his mobile,he didn't mind at all and told us to come along. When we got to the house he was not there,the groom was dressed in a suit and his face is covered with a mask in gold color. he has on a costume decorated with money folded into different shapes. when they are ready to go he is put into a palaquin and is carried up the hill by 4 men to the car accompenied by a band playing what i would say ios terrible noise,but could pass for music.
At this point we still hadn't seen karu,we decided to head back to the hotel counting on the fact that there is only one road he could drive. Of course this paid off, we met him and he toldus to come in the bus they had hired,so we headed for the center squre in mclode which was loaded with people watching the spectacle. in the end karu loaded us into his car and off we went, the music from the latest hit movie "kal ho na ho" blaring in our ears.
if you want to know what happens next tune in for our next episode(maybe tomorrow)- my fingers hurt!!!
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This morning we got up early (but not early enough) in order to go up the mountain to a spot called triund from which you are supposed to have a clear view of the "dula dhar" the mountain top we see from bhagsu and the himalayan ridge.
chooni didn't feel like getting up so avishy and i got up.we started our day at the "german bakery"- don't ask why it's called this but most of the bakeries are called this. in Bhagsu alone there are at least 4.
we had tea and a croissante, we were followed by a pack of dogs into the the restaurant, little did we know that they would follow us all day.
We started the climb by going up the hill towards Dharamkot, this is a steep climb made harder by having 14 dogs running under and between your feet.everyone we met on the way asked where we got the dog- i have no idea why they would think they were our dogs as we are not local.
the first part of the climb ends at guest house called "sagar cottage" a secluded quiet spot with a great view.
The climb continues on, the dogs in tow. at one point we reach a herd of sheep, the dogs start chasing the sheep which were protected by another dog. the shepard started throwing rocks at the dogs and chasing them, when he caught up with us he refused to let us pass as he thought they were our dogs.we tried to explain but he wanted to call the police saying "police report,police report", we decided to sit down and told him to get the police knowing he would not leave his sheep to go all the way down the mountain ( and what was our crime anyway?) eventually he gave up and told us to go saying he would call the police when we came down. at this point we got tired of the dogs and started chasing them away without any result,although they only followed at a safe distance. the view up the mountain is amazing only that for some reason kangra valley is always hazy so it is impossible to get a good picture. perhaps it's the pollution.
on the way we met 3 swedish hikers who told us that the ridge is covered with clouds and there was not a great view as when they got up there (they woke up at 4 in the morning- nuts).we climbed on and got to the top, Bhagsu's height is around 1700 meters and triund is 2800 meters above sea level. Unfortunatley the swede's were right but it was still a great place to be. we sat and had some Chai (tea with milk) and also rice with dal, it wasn't great but it was hot. the dogs got to the top and decided to call it quits and to go down with other people.
On the way down it rained a little, later we were told by some friends that up top it snowed, truly i am happy we weren't there for the snow as it was freezing anyway.
the way down was easy and fast,and the shepard only gave us a nasty look. all in all it was a great day, maybe if i have a clear day next week i will go up again for some good shots.
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i have found that it's very hard to keep track of the time or day here in india without having to know what they are. so i have no idea what day it is today.
Two nights ago keru spelled in hindi nehria,the owner of our hotel and about half this village took us to eat fish. as he is quite wealthy and well known in these parts we expected a little restaurant and instead found ourselves driven down the mountain and into kangra valley and lower dharamsala to eat at a small dhaba ( a local fast food place). we first walked down to mclod gange and then keru kicked out some cabby out of his van (i guess he employs him) we then proceeded down the mountain. in dharamsala he suddenly stopped and asked if we like beer or whiskey. We settled for a couple of beers which were brought to the car and we took off again. At last he stopped - we didn't understand why as it was just a hole in the wall. a table, dirty walls a chopping block for the fish on which there was a lot of spices and a black wok full of boiling oil.
small fish were brought out and chopped then fried,we recieved small plates of very hot vegetable dip. we crouched outside and devoured the fish which was excellent hoping our stomach's would last the night.
i guess the venue was not respectable enough so we took more fish wrapped in newspaper and drove of to another little shop not much cleaner or should i say filthy black. keru's friends joined us and we had a lot to drink. we were treated to some local songs and the hospitality was great.
i can only hope to have many such nights on this trip.
i now have a little cold and a sore throat, the weather is changing for the worse- it started raining the other day but i hope it will change as i want to go hiking on the mountain.
A couple of days ago the tibetens celebrated the anniversary of the school (t.c.v). a crowd of what i would think to be thounds gathered for the ceremony which was attended by the dalai lama himself. it was very exciting to watch his entourage go up the mountain, the crowd bowing as he passed by.
the ceremony had traditional dancing and speeches,at one point the children came on and danced to the tune of a "venga boys" song- a crappy mid ninetees dance song- what an anti climax to the wonderful traditional dances, i couldn't help but wonder what the dalai lama thought of all this.
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It's now my second week in india,i have finished my reiki course yesterday and i must admit that i don't realy get it. I can see how the universe is full of energy but i fail to see or feel that energy go from me to someone else or the other way round. I always have another explanation for the sensations i feel during treatment- wouldn't your head hurt if you were lying on a thin mattress and an old blanket with a hand holding your head down? sure after 40 minutes of this my head hurt like hell but i am not sure it was the energy flowing. Maybe i just didn't connect to our teacher who by the way is nott caled Dr.Trrr but is known as Dr Trinda. We sat down for supper the other night with him and he brought us a bottle of whiskey which finished together.
today we went for a tibeten cooking class held in a small room where lahmu our teacher lives and holds classes. We learned how to make Momo - a kind of dumpling filled with either vegetables or meat or anything you can think of and then you steam it. It was great and we ate all the momos at the end, tomorrrow we are going to make soup. Lahmu our teacher is 28 years old and escaped from tibet through nepal when he was about 13. His family still lives there and they have no contact so that the chinese do not hurt his family.
I also enrolled in for a 5 day course in aurvyedic massage which i think should be fun.
The view here is amazing - i will probably say this every time, the birds of prey are everywhere and in large numbers ans so are the monkeys up in Dharamkot the village just above us.
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Saturday, October 16, 2004
Hi All,
This is my first entry in this blog since i have arrived in india, i hope you can all enjoy it and get a little taste of india.
I left india on monday morning on my way to kiev the flight was the usual thing taking off a little late. it didn't realy matter as we had 6 hours lay over in the transit hall in kiev. the transit hall was cold for most of the people but i enjoyed it and had a nice cold beer with a chicken sandwich. we took off for india in the afternoon for another long flight. i was seated next to a hare krishna follower from hungary, he wanted to sit with his friend so in the end i sat next to a ukranian guy on his way to climb the everest. we had an interesting conversation and i spent alot of the flight talking to some israelis i met and playing with a 2 year old canadian indian kid.
We landed in Delhi in the middle of the night, the smells were familier and not to overwhelming. i knew exactley where to go and was first in loine with the couple i met. They forgot to give us entry cards on the plane so we had to go back in line. Still we were amongst the first to get out of the airport and i found myself knowing the way into town.
The couple i was with took me to a crumby guest house in the mein bazaar- a street where all the tourists go. I didn't mind because it was only for one night. got up in the morning and bought a ticket for the afternoon bus to Dharamsala- a 12 hour bus ride. spent the rest of the day walking around the street and eating.
The way to Dharamsala was o.k. i met a few of the people who were with me on the flight.the bus wasn't full so i could strech my legs but in the end we arrived to Dharamsala only at 8 o'clock in the morning. took a rickshaw to a little village called Bhagsu above the town where my friends were supposed to meet me. as i entered the village they were in the middle of the road which is where i got off.
the view here is just amazing. the town is situated on the slopes of a big mountain range and goes down intio the valley. there is a mist hovering at the top at certain hours and on the first day it was really cold and i had only brought with me a thin sweatshirt. i immediatley went out in search of something warmer. This is not classic india as the people here are mostly tibeten and do not like to haggle.
Spent the first day just hanging out.went down to Meclaude gange (excuse my spelling) the village 15 from here where the market is and also the dalai lama's temple and living quarters.
On thursday after a good night's sleep- the first after three days i woke up and went with avishy to our Reiki class. It is held in the doctors office, i have yet to catch his name- avishy calls him doctor trrrr.
the office is small and dusty filled with very old medicines of all kinds also euyrvedic. the treatment bed is covered in a red and white blanket which has seen better days...
i am not sure i believe this reiki stuff but it is a good experience.
in the evening i went to a movie called "kal ho na ha" the latest hit,it was filmed in new york but is most definetly a bollywood movie. i had great fun and will have to see it again in a real indian theatre to get the real experience.
the weather has improved a lot and once i finish this course i hope to go hiking in the area because it really is amazing here.
on friday night avishy took over the local restaurant's kitchen and made shakshuka for 16 people. we then went to a place called the "gipsy kings" for "Banufi" the local banana pie which we love.
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אחסון אתרים
הכנסו לאתר החברה המובילה בישראל לאיחסון אתרים. www.up.co.il
יום הולדתקבלו תזכורות חינם לפני כל יום הולדת של יקיריכם. www.ad120.co.il
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