At the Laxman jhula. This enterprising young monkey came up to me and snarled fiercely until I gave him what was left of the Snickers chocolate I was having for breakfast. Blatant extortion. However, he agreed to pose for this shot afterwards.
A typical restaurant banner.
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To fully appreciate the claims made for “French”, “German” and “Swiss” food, you have to remember that Rishikesh is completely vegetarian. (This also clears the mystery of why I was eating chocolate for breakfast.) By “Thai” food they probably meant the paneer hakka noodles on the menu. There was also something called the “crispy paneer cheez sizzlar”, though I didn’t wait to find out what it was.
There are large signboards advertising Yoga classes nearly everywhere you go, most of them clustered together around the Ram jhula and Laxman jhula. (Since I was conditioned to look out for them for the story, my eyes lit up each time I saw the word “Yoga” anywhere.) Tourists flock to these boards in droves but the local cows are more nonchalant.
At the Ganga Beach Resort, where I stayed, a little swimming pool situated a couple of metres from the riverbank. Somewhat redundant if you ask me.
The ferry that takes you across the Ganga.
The ride was very nice but I could have done without the dozens of co-passengers who kept throwing water indiscriminately at each other (and me), all the while chanting “Ganga Mata ki Jai!”
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