If you meet a sadhu on the road...

On our last day in Rishikesh, I took a hike away from the Indian tourists.

A sadhu, or wandering holy man, walked up to me. He said he name is Baba and he was from Mumbai. As  many sadhus, he wanders around the country, asking for donations. I gave him 50 rupees, about a dollar.

Baba asked about me and my life. He said he noticed our party wandering
around town because we were among the only westerners.

Small-time, independent yogis await customers.

A handcraft salesman talks with his daughter.

A student reads at an ashram.




And then we departed down the mountain and went back to Delhi by train.

Indian trains are notoriously crowded.