The word I would use to express the actions of three cups of tea yesterday afternoon is regret.

I did not manage to sleep a wink. I tried every trick I could think of – all of the Gurus wisdom on sleeping on one side over the other was out the window, counting sheep was fruitless, meditation was ineffective. Mind is racing. All I could do was massage the knot that was in my stomach. Honestly this thing feels hard as a rock and is bulging. What on earth is going on down there, tummy? Its so sore!

Eventually I catch a slither of daybreak and jump out of bed to wander the streets. I still haven’t crossed the bridge over the Ganges and half of Rishikesh is on the other side. The streets are so quiet at this hour and I remember why I love daybreak so much. When I finally arrive at the bridge I witness a man walking towards a trash can with a big pile of rubbish. He stops about 1 meter short of it and drops everything on the ground. He turns and walks away. A sacred cow walks up and starts eating plastic from the trash in front of the bin. India – WHY?! I turn and follow a couple of working horses onto the narrow tensile bridge and stop to take a photo of the people washing in the Ganges below. Suddenly a monkey comes running along the bridge ropes, so I stop to snap him too and the damn thing lunges at me bearing his teeth! All I could think of was my friend who contracted rabies from a monkey in Bali, which left me screaming and jumping backward, much to the amusement of everyone else on the bridge. I scurried along and ended up being lured into a jewellery store by a man rubbing his crystals together to create sparks. Pretty cool until he starts asking me to pay for his mothers hospital bill and she is going to die and he has tears rolling down his face. I apologise, I’m on a morning stroll after all and really don’t have the money laying around for your mothers bill. That knot in my stomach does not feel any better. I feel like a terrible human being and head home to wash it all away.

Breakfast is still hours away and there is no chance of sleep, so I end up chatting to Dee and am so grateful for sharing space with her during this month. We secretly think that we were put in a room together to balance each other out and the girl is in need of some grounding, so I give her a piece of smokey quartz that I obtained in Nicaragua from an unnamed circus artist who stayed with us, and decide that its a good time to give Chanel some rose quartz after a conversation we had last night. Vero walks in the room, so while I’m at it I give her some Lapis Lazuli. She’s so grateful because its her favourite stone. Amazing. The good vibes are making me feel slightly better about the woman who’s hospital fee I didn’t cover.

Breakfast and then onto rafting. 

Half of the group backed to of rafting and somehow I’ve convinced most of them to change their mind and come. Some of this convincing was offering myself, the token Australian, to jump in and save them should anything happen. Taking one for the team.

We pile into the back of jeeps and head off. Not far down the road we stop.. strange. We heard the start was about an hour away. As we start to jump out, we’re told to get back in and then start to have ores jammed in the back with us. Oh, I see. Suddenly we have a raft being attached to our roof, we’re signing a waiver and a man jumps on top of the raft thats on top of the jeep thats on top of some really dodgy roads. Lucky we signed that waiver. Safety second!

So the actual drive is closer to half an hour and when we arrive everyone piles out, thankful to have made it in one piece. As we start gearing up, I notice Dee making a beeline for the Jeep. She jumps in and is set to head home. Not so fast, Dee! I drag her out of the car, taking her hand and jump in one of the rafts volunteering myself to paddle up front and we start the most magical trip down the Ganges. There has been a lot of rain so the water is running at a fun speed, and there is no danger of hitting rocks. We hit some great rapids and past spectacular waterfalls before jumping off the raft in all directions when the pace slowed. Guess who is first in the water and having the time of her life. Dee.

As we climb out of the river I can’t find my bag with shoes and top, so I have to do a walk of shame of sorts wearing a onesie with tights and no shoes on the cow patty highway. Dripping wet. We hand back our gear and have to walk home. I found my gear but there is no way I’m putting my feet in my shoes now, so I head home in said condition.

Dee has an appointment with an Ayurvedic doctor and I’m super interested in what he has to say so I join her. Next thing I know, I’m laying on his bed and he is reading my pulse. Something to do with my reproductive system and my digestion. That knot in my stomach, perhaps? Yes, apparently I have a problem with Pitta, so my stomach is very acid and has internal swelling that is pushing my intestines down and putting strain on my reproductive organs. All this from a pulse reading?

Next, he turns me over. I have compression in my lower back and need to stretch more. I also have tightness here and here – he points to two spots on my leg that cause agonising pain. The same areas I struggled with in my hip openers yesterday. This man is good! Next he looks at my spine and finds the source of that tension I thought was causing me scoliosis. Next – snap! Without warning he more or less jumped on my back and released all of my vertebra before explaining that my spine is very flexible but has too much air in it but I should feel much better now. Ummm thanks?

He recommends a diet of NO rice and NO spice. Does he realise we’re in India?!

No chilli, no garlic, no ginger. None of the things. But he does want me to eat Turmeric and lots of it. I think back to Sydney when I was taking Turmeric supplements. Easily the best I have ever felt, so I’ll give it a try. He also says that Dee and I need to talk to our guru about Shankparchalan Kriya for some kind of cleanse. Right on.

I end my day sitting here in Nirvana cafe sipping on my Ayurvedic turmeric and milk concoction and anticipating a night of slumber after my caffeine induced insomnia last night.

Help me reach my Not so Dirty Thirty Yoga Teacher Training in Rishikesh goal.

 

Follow the horse.

Follow the horse.

 

Early morning washing in the Ganges.

Early morning washing in the Ganges.

 

Our school has decorated the bridge out front with messages.

Our school has decorated the bridge out front with messages.

 

Mav asked me to keep an eye on his bike while he's in Deli. Cursing him for not leaving me the keys!

Mav asked me to keep an eye on his bike while he’s in Deli. Cursing him for not leaving me the keys!

 

Love seeing these guys around town.

Love seeing these guys around town.

 

This man rode the whole way ontop the raft onto the jeep.

This man rode the whole way ontop the raft onto the jeep.

 

Anna and Dee ready to go!

Strike a pose!

 

Ready, set, go!

Awwww, so much love.

All aboard.

All aboard.

 

There's only one way back it. Vero getting the job done.

There’s only one way back it. Vero getting the job done.

 

Back to Rishikesh.

Back to Rishikesh.

 

Hiking the raft back up the stairs of the Ganges.

Hiking the raft back up the stairs of the Ganges.