We were both tired and had to contemplate one more train journey for at least a little while on our Indian travels.
Train journey-
Agra Cantt to Haridwar, a ten hour daytime journey, leaving at 10:50, arriving at 20:55.
The train pulls in, we both see our sleeper class cabin is packed to the brim, so we accelerate down the platform to find that 3AC cabin we should have booked in the bloody first place. We're thinking that these two feeble westerners can't handle a packed 10 hours of sniffing piss again in such a short period of time.
There are 8 different classes of travel on the Indian railways network, so being from the west we needn't have to travel in sleeper class, we can step up to that 3rd rung on this complicated ladder to 3AC where all the middle class Indians settle down for their journeys.
We find a carriage and hunt up and down the aisle hoping for an empty couple of seats. "Are these free" we enquire to a group of women and children, they shake their heads. Does this mean yes or no, we think to ourselves? Shaking your head here can either mean yes, no, or a myriad of other things, we're still not quite sure what a shake of the head means, if anything at all. We search on thinking that their particular shake of the head means no. We ask someone else, they shake their head, this shake of the head we are guessing means yes. We place our luggage below the seat and wait for the ticket collector, being unable to relax until we've seen him as maybe he'll throw us back in the packed pissy part of the train. After the upgrade payment we can finally relax and actually enjoy the journey.
Our final destination for this part of our journey is Rishikesh for our 300 hour yoga teacher training course. The opening fire ceremony is in two days time and on arrival we have initial feelings that it is not looking very professional. We'd paid $700 deposit between us and the day after we arrive they want the rest of the money, another $2200. Erm, we think not! The day before the course kicks off we bring it to their attention that we are not happy doing a 300 hour course with the 200 hour students as we have both already attended 200 hour yoga teacher training programmes. "Give it 3 days, the course can then be tailored to your individual needs" say Doctor Sushil and Deepak. "Okay we'll give it 3 days and pay then if we are happy to continue". We've both kind of already made our minds up but have to be open to the fact that we haven't actually participated in any of their training yet. We are in the birthplace and yoga capital of the world, how bad could it actually be?
The answer is BAD! and not the Michael Jackson meaning of bad, not bad meaning good, but the oxford dictionary meaning of bad, or our meaning of bad, "shit".
The first class we attended we were doing advanced breathing techniques, without any instruction on how and what we were doing, the second class we attended, was the worst asana yoga class I had done in my life. Even worse than a class I attended in Forest hill which said it was yoga but what it actually was, well I wasn't quite sure.
One day of this was enough. I had come to the conclusion that I had kissed my deposit goodbye, it said as much on their website, "no refunds"! Allison for that matter chose to ignore that part of the script and was not about to say Adios to her deposit. We had a meeting with Doctor Sushil and she managed to get $200 out of him! After leaving she still continued her harassment via email and gained a further $200. Her deposit and some of mine has now been returned.
There is so much Yoga happening here in Rishikesh, but after our initial disappointments, who do we trust and where do we go to do some yoga training?
A conversation in Tattv cafe with a Nepalese guy takes us to Yogi Pramod. A Rishikesh native (not a charlatan, and there are many here) who's been bought up from the age of 4 in local Ashrams but now teaches people the true art of yoga. The old ancient art that is passed down from guru to disciple, leave all materialistic things behind, love everyone, and look inwards for true clarity. We then had to part with our hard earned cash to be able to learn this old fashioned method. Our first impressions of this new style of yoga was, what the fuck are we doing here! Our yoga practise back home was generally a powerful form which generated, heat, sweat and enabled us to work out whilst having a good stretch. Now this was slow, even lethargic, but after day three we begun to feel the benefits. It was energy inducing, it was all about opening your chakras (energy centres), releasing and opening your spine. In layman's terms, you hold a lot of stress and tightness whether from injury or pent up emotions from the base of your spine all the way up to your skull. With his alien type of breath retention and spinal opening postures, you can release all that built up tension. We were both feeling lighter and even I started to feel more supple until my tooth started to hurt like hell!
I couldn't sleep, the pain was unbearable. The next morning I set off in search of a dentist. Aeran dental, a complete solution to all your dental problems the poster proclaimed. I went there, had a consultation, a couple of x-rays and boom, I needed a tooth extracted and a filling! With that he wrote down a price for the work that needed doing. Thanks but no thanks, it was more expensive than getting it done back at home, and we're in the cheapest country on earth!
Later I asked the guru Yogi Pramod if he had any information on dentists. He informed me of Dr Chetan Rayal. I went to this little local Indian dentist to perform my tooth extraction with Allison to hold my hand, it was less than a third of the price of Aeran dental. It was an altogether quite scary experience only made worse by the total lack of any form of sympathy, he ripped my tooth out then told me to get up, pay and leave, "come back on Monday so I can check", he mentioned whilst pushing us out the door.
He was actually quite a character and although quite rough, worked fast and I'd recommend him if you are ever in need of a dentist in this part of the world.
Train journey-
Agra Cantt to Haridwar, a ten hour daytime journey, leaving at 10:50, arriving at 20:55.
The train pulls in, we both see our sleeper class cabin is packed to the brim, so we accelerate down the platform to find that 3AC cabin we should have booked in the bloody first place. We're thinking that these two feeble westerners can't handle a packed 10 hours of sniffing piss again in such a short period of time.
There are 8 different classes of travel on the Indian railways network, so being from the west we needn't have to travel in sleeper class, we can step up to that 3rd rung on this complicated ladder to 3AC where all the middle class Indians settle down for their journeys.
We find a carriage and hunt up and down the aisle hoping for an empty couple of seats. "Are these free" we enquire to a group of women and children, they shake their heads. Does this mean yes or no, we think to ourselves? Shaking your head here can either mean yes, no, or a myriad of other things, we're still not quite sure what a shake of the head means, if anything at all. We search on thinking that their particular shake of the head means no. We ask someone else, they shake their head, this shake of the head we are guessing means yes. We place our luggage below the seat and wait for the ticket collector, being unable to relax until we've seen him as maybe he'll throw us back in the packed pissy part of the train. After the upgrade payment we can finally relax and actually enjoy the journey.
Our final destination for this part of our journey is Rishikesh for our 300 hour yoga teacher training course. The opening fire ceremony is in two days time and on arrival we have initial feelings that it is not looking very professional. We'd paid $700 deposit between us and the day after we arrive they want the rest of the money, another $2200. Erm, we think not! The day before the course kicks off we bring it to their attention that we are not happy doing a 300 hour course with the 200 hour students as we have both already attended 200 hour yoga teacher training programmes. "Give it 3 days, the course can then be tailored to your individual needs" say Doctor Sushil and Deepak. "Okay we'll give it 3 days and pay then if we are happy to continue". We've both kind of already made our minds up but have to be open to the fact that we haven't actually participated in any of their training yet. We are in the birthplace and yoga capital of the world, how bad could it actually be?
The answer is BAD! and not the Michael Jackson meaning of bad, not bad meaning good, but the oxford dictionary meaning of bad, or our meaning of bad, "shit".
The first class we attended we were doing advanced breathing techniques, without any instruction on how and what we were doing, the second class we attended, was the worst asana yoga class I had done in my life. Even worse than a class I attended in Forest hill which said it was yoga but what it actually was, well I wasn't quite sure.
One day of this was enough. I had come to the conclusion that I had kissed my deposit goodbye, it said as much on their website, "no refunds"! Allison for that matter chose to ignore that part of the script and was not about to say Adios to her deposit. We had a meeting with Doctor Sushil and she managed to get $200 out of him! After leaving she still continued her harassment via email and gained a further $200. Her deposit and some of mine has now been returned.
The confusing opening fire ceremony
There is so much Yoga happening here in Rishikesh, but after our initial disappointments, who do we trust and where do we go to do some yoga training?
A conversation in Tattv cafe with a Nepalese guy takes us to Yogi Pramod. A Rishikesh native (not a charlatan, and there are many here) who's been bought up from the age of 4 in local Ashrams but now teaches people the true art of yoga. The old ancient art that is passed down from guru to disciple, leave all materialistic things behind, love everyone, and look inwards for true clarity. We then had to part with our hard earned cash to be able to learn this old fashioned method. Our first impressions of this new style of yoga was, what the fuck are we doing here! Our yoga practise back home was generally a powerful form which generated, heat, sweat and enabled us to work out whilst having a good stretch. Now this was slow, even lethargic, but after day three we begun to feel the benefits. It was energy inducing, it was all about opening your chakras (energy centres), releasing and opening your spine. In layman's terms, you hold a lot of stress and tightness whether from injury or pent up emotions from the base of your spine all the way up to your skull. With his alien type of breath retention and spinal opening postures, you can release all that built up tension. We were both feeling lighter and even I started to feel more supple until my tooth started to hurt like hell!
Allison & me collecting our certificates from Yogi Pramod, only white attire allowed in his yoga hut whilst practicing
I couldn't sleep, the pain was unbearable. The next morning I set off in search of a dentist. Aeran dental, a complete solution to all your dental problems the poster proclaimed. I went there, had a consultation, a couple of x-rays and boom, I needed a tooth extracted and a filling! With that he wrote down a price for the work that needed doing. Thanks but no thanks, it was more expensive than getting it done back at home, and we're in the cheapest country on earth!
Later I asked the guru Yogi Pramod if he had any information on dentists. He informed me of Dr Chetan Rayal. I went to this little local Indian dentist to perform my tooth extraction with Allison to hold my hand, it was less than a third of the price of Aeran dental. It was an altogether quite scary experience only made worse by the total lack of any form of sympathy, he ripped my tooth out then told me to get up, pay and leave, "come back on Monday so I can check", he mentioned whilst pushing us out the door.
He was actually quite a character and although quite rough, worked fast and I'd recommend him if you are ever in need of a dentist in this part of the world.
Dr Chetan Rayal, on my next visit I managed to catch him for a picture.
Rishikesh is a very spiritual place, it has three distinct areas, the town, then Laxman Jhula and Ram Jhula, both separated by two long suspension bridges. There is a plentitued of Ashrams here and the place became famous when the Beatles descended down their own spiritual paths and attended Maharishi Mahesh's Ashram to do some Transcendental meditation. I think they had got bored of taking acid and wanted a more natural high.
There are many sadhus (holy men) here. They give up all their worldly possessions and spend the early hours of each morning meditating and doing their holy rituals. At 11:30am they congregate outside an Ashram and queue up in a surprisingly orderly fashion and wait to be given a bhang lassi. A lassi is a yoghurt based drink, the bhang is that this particular lassi that these holy men are waiting for everyday is laced with marijuana. They drink their vitamin rich lassi and for the rest of the day sit spaced out in different areas along the Ganges. "Hari Om" (a very respectful greeting) they say as me and Allison walk passed. Metal tins are usually close by their sides, so any spare change you may have will help them with either some food or spliff, either, or, whichever they need most which is probably spliff. Not a bad life me thinks.
John, Paul, George, Ringo & Maharishi Mahesh
Characters out of a J.R.R Tolkien novel they are not, these are Sadhus or holy men
Mooji
Talking of holy men, yesterday we attended a free Satsang (question & answer session) with Mooji. Now Mooji isn't your usual spiritual guru, me and Allison found it easy to relate to him. Perhaps it's because he was born in Jamaica and raised in Brixton from the age of 15. Or maybe it's just that he's down to earth and doesn't mince his words. His sister Cherry Groce was shot by police in 1985 sparking the Brixton riots.
The whole question and answer session was interesting and highly amusing at times. From a woman who had found enlightenment and wanted to share it with everyone, to a guy that wanted to end it all, Mooji had some sound advice to offer. Sadly me or Allison couldn't think of anything to ask and left just before the end to get a seat at the amazing juice house.
A huge bowl of fruit, curd, muesli & honey from the amazing juice house
Allison and me in familiar surroundings of the juice house
Allison marching across Laxman Jhula bridge
The holy Ganges runs straight through Rishikesh
It's not only women that like to shop, apparently cows do too!
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