“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” – Jack Kerouac
[Photos: Something like paradise, Tulum, Mexico//Grace Farson]
Writing from Rishikesh! (*Note: not pictured. That’s still Mumbai)
Ric Duncombe, you were right when you said time didn’t matter, but I’d know in a moment if I liked the place . . . and with Rishikesh, it was more like love at first sight!
Gorgeous. A bit cooler than Delhi. Yoga-filled.
Grace is content.
The area in Rishikesh near Laxman Jhula is an earth-child//tourist’s dream, much like Thamel, Kathamandu. . . It is all you could ever want and the world is made convenient and peaceful.