Dharamsala; Part One.

After a 12 hour taxi drive from Delhi to Dharamsala, stopping (no joke) 20 times for directions, and one of the windiest mountain drives up the side of the first sight of the Himalayas, we finally got to town. But...cars can't drive up the road we're staying, so we get out, backpacks and all and start walking up this windy street. But then the street ends, with some foot bridge and we start climbing stairs up the side of the beginning of a mountain. Then the stairs end and we're just climbing. From behind in the dark we hear footsteps, and ask them if we're going in the right direction. Karo asks "Sam?" and we realize we ran into my yoga teacher. Night one.

The morning we finally see where we've traveled around the world to come to, Dharamsala. Completely unlike the endless country side towns (tents and shacks) and cities we've already seen. A tourist town, colorful bohemian tent shops and concrete sided buildings everywhere, nestled in a valley next to a waterfall. We saw a rainbow today, of course forgot my camera, always forget it when you need it. Never really need it though, we've got these eyes. That's all you really need right?

Mark joined the yoga program unofficially. Kind of abrupt introduction but I figured we always get exactly what we need. We're two of four Americans. Everyone else is from every other walk of life. It's a pretty radical rainbow of language and skin colors, clothes and cultures. It's been a trip already even if it ended right now. Signing off from the Internet cafe, where the power goes off at least 5 times a day.