When we heard we were coming to the Himalayas, we had visions of snow capped mountains, sherpas and maybe even altitude sickness. OK, the latter we could do without. So when we got off the train at Haridwar, it was a little disappointing to see what in comparison were rolling hills. And definitely no snow. The disappointment faded quickly as we drove on those “hill’s” winding cliffs on a daily basis.
So on our last day we didn’t mind getting up at 5 am to see the sunrise over the Himalayas we had dreamed about. After taking cars up an 11 kilometer path (our bus couldn’t fit on the road), we walked up 300 steps to a beautiful Hindu temple.
After waiting for about 30 minutes, sipping the absolute best tea ever-a ginger, lemon, honey, mint recipe that Ananda creates, and enjoying some muffins, it was truly incredible to see the sun come over the mountains, of which we like to think were Tibet. We know we were looking in the right direction, but hard to say that we could see all the way there. It didn’t matter. The sunrise was incredible. All of a sudden, the sun peaked up over the horizon, and then slowly and steadily rose until it was just there all the time. Beautiful!
As if that wasn’t zen enough, Marc lead yet another meditation session at the temple, as he did almost daily at Ananda. It completed the morning.
Sadly, it was time to leave Ananda. Although were all happy to be going home soon to our families, it was hard to leave this side of the world, a place unlike any other. Where else do you see peacocks and moneys roaming wild while wearing white Kurta Pyjamas and being wished a constant namaste by all those who past. I can’t imagine where else that would happen, but it would be worth visiting, or hopefully coming back.