It’s no secret I’m a big fan of public transportation, when I travel. Buses particularly. Until now, the notion of traveling in India by public bus used to intimidate me. Every time I’d see a bus parked at a stop, it looked like a rudimentary tin cans on wheels, packed tight and spilling over with people.
Yoga can impact people’s’ lives in a powerful way: awakening meaningful connections with our bodies, uplifting spirits, increasing flexibility, strength and health, releasing stress, offering insights and a new outlook on life… As a result, it’s only natural that some yogis feel inspired to teach this goodness. So where does one begin?
Almost a year ago, I’d traveled to India. It was my second visit, but my first time exploring it through yoga.
At the time, I wrote some light posts from a travel perspective, giving readers a brief peek into what it was like staying at a yoga ashram and getting my yoga teacher’s certification at a school there.
Have you ever been to the southernmost tip of India? I have.
It’s where Gandhi’s ashes were released. It’s where the Indian Sea, Bay of Bengal and Arabian Sea swap tides. It’s got a huge statue of a famous poet.
But what if you want to handle your bookings from home or in your hotel room at your PC’s convenience? You don’t need to take the 10,000 steps I took in 2008. Instead, just follow India…
There are times dealing with currency in India made me want to bark and growl with feverish frustration. It’s urked me so much I decided doing a post might relieve me and toss a head’s up to fellow travelers.
Here are 3 annoying ways India deals with money…
If anyone thinks tromping through India will be like traveling any other country, think again. Here are some things I found useful on my trip. Here are 5 Travel Must-Haves for India:
I was finally entering “India” again, after a month-long sojourn into a world of Himalayan calm, yoga and Tibetan Buddhism (Dharamsala hardly feels like India). Was I ready to free fall back into the masala mania?
While the traveler in me was excited to get back on the explorer’s road; the solo gal in me was dreading it. Having found roots for a month in my yoga-family coccoon, I wasn’t thrilled with going back to solo-roughing it.