Rishikesh is a little town in India, known as the World Capital of Yoga. Since the Beatles stopped by in 1968, it has been full of western hippies and yoga enthusiasts.
The vibe wasn’t my favourite in as I found it a little too touristy, with more foreigners than Indians, many of whom gave me weird looks and clutched their belongings a little tighter…like chill out, I’m not about to steal your dreadlocks and tattered ‘yoga for dummies’ book.
The scenery on the other hand was gorgeous; we stayed in an ashram right on the Ganges and I was content to just sit and watch the river flow – rooms and facilities in the ashram were basic, but the balcony made up for it. I can see why so many Hindus worship the Ganges, it is truly magnificent.
On our last day in Rishikesh, the cook at the ashram invited my mum and me for dhal and rice, – I had food poisoning in Haridwar and she had it in Rishikesh – saying it would help her feel better. He was a simple man with a sweet soul, he didn’t speak any English but my mum later told me that he was telling her about his childhood and how he came to work at the ashram – he was an orphan from a young age and said that he thought of the Ganges as his mother.
Whilst in Rishikesh we were also invited to attend an Odissi dance at a yoga teacher training school. My mum used to be an Odissi dancer when she lived in India, so Orissa is on our travel buckletlist!