So I was walking through town today coming back from the store and I thought to myself, maybe I need a hair cut. I just got one 2 weeks ago, but for 30 rupees ($.75) why not stay trimmed up right? SoI went in to one of the many barber shops in town and my man went to work. 15 minutes later after a cut, stright razor trim around the edges and a head message I was done. But I needed to shave tonight so I thought what the heck, why not let a professional do it. So for 20 rupees more, I got the cleanest shave of my life. Including all of the menthol facial massage, aftershave and the works. I know what you might be thinking. Straight razor shave in India, doesn't seem to hygenic or safe. I assure you, they use a fresh blade everytime. So for $1.50 including tip I get a 40 minute mini man spa. What an escape!!! So I feel like this might have to be a every 2 or 3 week ritual. Anyway, I just wanted to confess my new found addiction. Here's a shot from my last cut.

Walking through Rishikesh that first day opened my eyes to what India is like outside of out protected mountain town. Rishikesh seemed much more of an authentic Indian experience than Mussoorie. First, Riskikesh is a pretty touristy place. It is a very spiritual place, it is the gateway to this section of the Himalayas, well known for many yoga ashrams, and just a neat place to hangout. So my pale face stood out like a beacon of dollar signs to the touts, beggars and shopkeepers. It really isn't that bad once you get used to it, the worst is walking past a small child giving you the sad eyes of hunger. Which 99% of the time is a ploy to put money in his drunk, wife abusing fathers pockets. Here is a good shot of the upstream bridge across the Ganga.
This get away was a well need break from work, Woodstock and Mussoorie. Don't get me wrong, I love it here but every once in a while you need a break. Not only that I am in India to see India, Rishikesh was a great start to those explorations. Many more to come.
After that it was off to the
Well OK try to sing the Indian national anthem, of course we sang it in Hindi, which I haven't quite mastered yet (OK well not even close). After the celebration we
However this time it was served in handmade clay cup in traditional
While these views are a fraction of what we will be seeing once the monsoon subsides, they are still inspiring and a wonderful reminder of the natural beauty that abounds in this part of the world. Stay tuned...