The Ghats

This trip has been so profound in ways that are hard to describe. Some people say it is more spiritual than the last time, others say the stars are even more aligned. I don't claim to know what it is.

Today we are in one of the oldest cities in the world. The streets in the old city are just wide enough for a motorcycle and two people to get through, often blocked or crowded with cows, bulls, goats, trash or fresh manure. Buildings are sometimes 300 or 400 years old, and today we meditated in the garden of a muslim temple that was over 300 years old. Our hotel overlooks the Ghats -- is right on the Ghat itself. To be here and see the sun rise defies description.  I've never been to a city that wakes in anticipation of the sun rise, pujas welcoming the sun over the riverbank as people gather on the Ghat for yoga bathing, or meditation. 

Tomorrow we visit the Burning Ghats, check out of our hotel and head to Sarnath. After that we board a train for Delhi, and from there we will fly to Kathmandu. I'll write more as soon as words come for all the things we have seen. Until then, sweet dreams of  India.....