Walking out the door of the hotel and stepping onto the street is a reminder that you really are on the other side of the world. The streets are narrow and crowded, animals, people and vehicles all pushing to keep their feet, wheels or hooves on whichever cobblestone they have claimed. The streets are lined with shop fronts and food stalls; everyone is talking to each other even the cars, horns ranging from burbs to roars.
Graeme and I left the hotel around ten and crossed the north bridge. It was packed tourist season is just beginning, It was bustling. We wandered the streets of Rishikesh for a few hours searching for photos and talking to people.