Monday 5th Nov
So Sam and I met at 8am for some Chai before Yoga. It’s in a
little hall just at the top of the road (like a 2min wa|k away). It started at
8.30am for an hour and a half and was quite a good session. It wasn’t too hard,
mostly more of the stretching poses and exercises, but was definitely a good
way to start the day. After it finished we went and had breakie at Bhandari – a
mushroom omelette, lemon pancake and a chai. Whilst we were sat there we got
chatting to a guy called Otto - Sam asked him about the awesome motorcycle he’d
just rode in on and it basically all just stemmed from that. We chatted for
ages. Otto is English, with south African parents, who has been travelling for
7 years. Lived in Oz for 3yrs, and New Zealand since, plus has travelled
basically everywhere, including India 3 times, for 6 months at a time, just
riding a motorcycle from top to bottom. He’d just travelled up from Kerala and
Goa on his bike to stay for a while before going up to the Himalayas. The
stories he has to tell are amazing, I couldn’t possibly begin to tell you them
all, but let’s just say he’s interesting, has long hair, he’s well travelled, has
dated a girl from pretty much every country in the world, knows just about
everything, and he rides a motorcycle! Lol
Before we knew it, it had gone 1pm and we thought we’d
better do something with our day. Otto told us about Neer Garh Waterfall which he was planning
on visiting that day, and suggested we join him. So after we’d showered and he
had run a few errands, we agreed he’d come pick us up and take us on his
motorcycle – all 3 of us! This was actually my first motorcycle ride, so I was
nervous and excited! Turned out to be pretty amazing after we’d crossed the
hurdle of the steep hill of High Bank and had a near miss with an oncoming bus
that refused to move over to his side of the road! The road took us way up into
the mountains above the Ganges river and the views were out of this world! Once
we got there, theru was a windy, steep, bumpy dirt track to ride up, so I held
on for dear life and tried not to look over the edge – which was a pretty steep
drop!
Once at the base of the waterfall, there was then a very
long, steep, rocky climb up to the top. Which at the halfway point, stopping to
catch our breath as our lungs were about to explode - whilst Otto, who smokes
just about everything, every hour of the day continued to power on - Sam and I
decided we were definitely not fit enough to do the Himalaya trek tomorrow!! It
was a good job we’d done the waterfall today, otherwise we’d have gone on the
trek and probably wouldn’t of managed it!
At the top was an amazing cove, waterfall and pool. So all a
sweaty mess, we took off our kit (don’t worry, we had (matching thank god)
underwear on) and jumped straight in – it was fecking freezing but soooo good
in the heat! We tried to climb up to the upper pool and cove, but there was
just no way we were getting up, let alone down. So instead we sat around the
edge, chatted to a german couple who we knew from High Bank and got a Chai (by
far the best one I’ve had) from the man who was selling stuff at the top of
this waterfall – like, as if! We asked him where he slept, he told us a village
up even HIGHER than this waterfall, it was mental! When it looked like the sun
was starting to set, we made our climb back down again. Otto dropped us off and
we made plans to meet that evening for dinner at Lucky Restaurant, after we’d all
showered.
The restaurant was amazing, with an amazing river-side view
as was the norm! We got pasta, pizza and noodles (though Sam said her noodles
weren’t good) and even though everything in Rishikesh is vegetarian, they were
b|oody good dishes! We got chatting to an American woman, who’d been living in
India for the last 5 yrs, after she overheard my convo about Chocolate
Philadelphia, and thought we were talking about actual Philly in the US, which
is where she was from. She was also enthralled by all the stories and places
Otto had been. And for some reason, asked us whether Typhoid was an STI –
because a Baba she knew had it and she didn’t want to catch it – from which we
gathered she’d obviously slept with him. But seriously, only an American can ask
if Typhoid is an STI and if it’s curable! Lol We’ve since come to the
conclusion, with evidence from many stories, that all Baba’s in India sleep
around even though they are supposed to be holy worshippers.
Otto then invited us back to his guesthouse’s bar –
coincidently, he was staying at the Israeli hotel – as he had gotten hold of
some Indian Whiskey and he wanted to introduce us to a ‘Special’ Lassi. I’m
sure you can all guess what this lassi contained...it was disgusting! That and
Yoghurt DO NOT mix well! But it made for a very chilled evening of chatting,
drinking, and finding out about the owners love life...
I got stuck in a conversation of how he wasn’t happy in his
marriage, and that he was ultimately looking for ‘Foreign Marry’ as he called it
because he is more western, and his wife doesn’t like western things. I was
like, well, what does your wife think about that? ‘Oh she is happy for me to do
it,’ meanwhile I’m thinking – yea, because she knows no foreign woman would
marry you, she’s probably laughing (he’s a bit sleazy). ‘What do you think
about my foreign marry, you think that ok?’ ‘Errrr, well yea, as long as you
are happy...?’ ‘Would you like me for foreign marry?’ ‘errr guys can you0poor
me a double shot of whiskey???’ lol
It got pretty late, to the point that all the staff were
telling us to be quiet as they were trying to sleep (outside on the mats where
we were sitting!) – so by that point we were obviously not walking all the way
back to High Bank, so we stayed in Otto’s room.
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